Not surprisingly it had been a long day for the detectives of the 1-6 precinct. Case after case, the victims poured in. crying their story of abuse or rape. Detective Olivia Benson sits at her desk writing her reports her co-worker John Munch doing the same. They, like always were the only two left. Lately Olivia had found herself dreaming about her fellow detective, wondering what it would be like to be loved and held by the very person sitting across the room from her. She let herself slip into another day dream. She imagined herself in his protective arms.
"Liv? Liv" she heard and realized it wasn't a dream. Looking up she was face to face with John.
"Hmm…?"
"Do you have the Johnson file?" he asked fatigue in his voice.
"Oh yeah" Olivia said looking through the stack of files on her desk. Finding it she gave it to him and both went back to their previous work. After about 5 minutes John threw down his pen.
"Hey Liv?"
"Yeah?" she said looking at him.
"you want to grab something to eat?" Smiling lightly she agreed. John luckily had his car for Olivia didn't and after grabbing a bite at their favorite diner John drove her home and like the gentleman he is walked her up to her apartment.
"Thanks John" she smiled and leaned in to kiss him. She wanted so badly to feel his lips on hers but caught herself and at the last second she turned away and kissed him on the cheek.
"Night Liv, sweet dreams" he smiled before leaving.