Ta-Da! Changed details so Olivia and Brian were never dating. Also, the whole Nate and Amanda thing in Rapist Anonymous didn't happen. Along with her gambling again. Another thing, this isn't going to be all sunshine and daisies for the two ladies of SVU, okay? (At least I don't plan on it.) If my twisted brain decides they get some happiness at one point, I doubt it'll last long. I got the idea for this from the song Only If For A Night by Florence = The Machine.

You'll see what I mean later :)

The pace had been too fast for her. First, the whole Lewis situation, then Amaro's fallout, then lastly, being promoted to Sergeant. It was too much. Way too much to take in at one time. Never in her life had Olivia Benson been under so much stress. It pained her in ways she didn't even know were possible. She felt broken. She wanted this to all be over. She just wanted some peace for a while.

She began unscrewing her second bottle of wine. It was taking too much not to open it. It was like two different forces speaking to her. One telling her not to become her mother, the other telling her that as soon as she gets enough down, she won't have to think anymore.

"I'd put that down."

Olivia jumped at the voice and pulled her gun. Her eyes reached the door.

"It may be night to remind you, I have a gun too, Olivia."

The brunette let out a relieved sigh. "How the hell did you get in here, Amanda?"

Amanda smirked and chuckled to herself. "Well, before I left the precinct, Nick gave me his spare. But it wasn't necessary considering you left your door unlocked, Liv." Her tone changed to seriousness at the last part.

Olivia just groaned and sat back down on her couch. She pushed her case files aside. "Well, I'm okay. You can leave."

"Yeah, no." Amanda sighed. Her sea green eyes fell on the half-open wine bottle on the table. The light hanging over the living room seemed to illuminate it. Olivia reached for the bottle, totally ignoring the Southern Belle's presence.

But Amanda wasn't intoxicated. Her fingers gripped the neck of the bottle just when Olivia was reaching it.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The brunette scoffed.

"Trust, you'll thank me later." Amanda let out a long sigh and poured the wine's contents down the kitchen sink drain.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?!" Olivia groaned.

But Amanda simply shook her head and poured other wine bottles scattered around the kitchen down the sink. What she wanted to say was she cared too much. But she knew better than to cross that line right now. It would be better to just humor her and let her sleep it off than to have her hung over at work next week.

After the blonde got of the wine in the sink, she stood looking at her sympathetically. Olivia had her head in her hands with her elbows on her knees. Amanda had a lot of room for understanding. Liv had been through a lot these past months. The only thing she wished was that the beautiful brunette would let someone in. More specifically, her.

The senior detective woke up that morning on her couch with one of the worst hangovers ever. A blue blanket was stretched over her body sloppily. But the one thing she was grateful for acetaminophen pills and a glass of water on her coffee table. She sat up, a bit too fast, which worsened her headache further.

She took the pills with the water and sat back on her couch waiting for the effects to pass. Her brown eyes landed on a piece of paper resting on the edge of her coffee table.

You're Welcomexx

Olivia recognized the handwriting immediately. After a few years looking at her DD5's, paperwork and just about every time she wrote something. It was written in Amanda's neat script. Olivia always thought the blonde wrote strangely.

Then it hit her.

Amanda Rollins had witnessed her in her weakest moment. Amanda had seen her drunk, intoxicated. Soon to be even drunker than she was. But instead of calling her out on it, Amanda simply helped. Olivia groaned realizing the problem here. She owned Amanda an apology. She decided to sober up some more before going to see Amanda, even though it was already noon.

It had taken Olivia Benson no more than 30 minutes to find her way to Amanda's apartment. And she was nervous as hell. Why? She had no clue. Maybe it was the thought of showing up at the blonde's apartment without invitation out of the blue. But after realizing there was no way to avoid the inevitable, she knocked on apartment door 3A.

She listened closely to the sounds coming from inside the apartment door. Laughter and talking. The sound was like sweet silk to Olivia's ears. It'd been a long time since she heard anyone happy, more the less herself.

After about a minute, the door opened to reveal Amanda. Olivia noticed how casual she looked, dressed in jeans and a red and grey pull over hoodie with her hair in a loose ponytail. But the one thing that stood out was her smile. Sure, she smiled a lot on the job. But this one was different

"Earth to Benson?" Amanda said waving a hand in Olivia's face playfully.

The brunette realized she had been staring at her. Oh shit. "U-Uh, um. Thank for last night, you didn't have to do that."

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. Come in." Amanda stepped back from her door.

Olivia heard more laughter. The air felt tight. "No. Maybe I should go?" And she began walking away. But she felt a warm hand on her cold skin that felt like pure electricity.

"It's okay, Liv." Amanda said endearingly with a smile.

Olivia smiled back and followed Amanda in the bright apartment.

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