Olivia came through the backdoors of the car garage and waved at some of the mechanics. "Hey boys."

All three of them waved back and continued their lunch.

The detective looked around for her husband of five years and finally spotted him leaning by an open hood of a car. "Hey boss." She teased with a smirk knowing he hated when his employees called him that.

He looked up and smirked. "Hi." He grabbed a small towel from his back pocket and wiped his hands. He gave her a kiss.

"Eww you're all greasy." She scrunched up her nose. "Damn grease monkey."

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes. "It's not grease, it's just dirt."

"Oh because that makes it more appealing?" She teased with a smile.

"Funny. Go do some paperwork." He rolled his eyes.

"Who you talking to?" She raised an eyebrow. "Me? I swear I didn't hear Mr. Tristan Andrews order me to do his paperwork."

He smiled a little. "I didn't order. It was nice request for a favor." Tristan pouted.

"Oh that's manly." She winked. "I'll be in your office." She walked away and went to his private office in the back.

Tristan finished the car he was fixing and closed the hood. "Hey Pedro you closing up for me?" He questioned the supervisor.

Pedro nodded. "Sure thing boss."

"You don't have to call me boss." Tristan explained. "Call me by my first name, its cool." He nodded and went to his office.

Olivia was sitting at his desk filling out some paperwork for him. She didn't even look up hearing the door knowing it was him. No one was allowed to come in without knocking. "You owe me a massage tonight."

Tristan smiled and pulled off his t-shirt that was dirty. "Depends. How many forms did you fill out?"

"One BMW, two Fords and one Chevy."

"Oh I love it when you talk car." He winked and washed his hands.

"Hitting on me while I'm doing your work costs you a dinner." She smiled and got off his seat. "Somewhere expensive too."

"I'm getting ripped off in this marriage. When was the last time I got a favor?" He asked and pulled on a clean shirt.

"Well." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "If your game is good tonight, then tonight you might get lucky."

He instantly grinned. "That means I have to open doors for you?" He asked through his smile.

Olivia grinned the same way and answered in the same tone. "You bet your ass it does."

Tristan laughed and gave her a kiss. "Fair enough. Ready to go?"

"Yup." She answered and grabbed her purse. She put his papers away. "You're too damn messy."

"Well I spend most times in here. Only reason I got dirty today was because we couldn't figure out what was wrong with the Mazda. It had a glitch in the AC pipe-"

"Oh god, not car talk." She cut him off. "You confuse me with that." She grabbed his hand. "Let's just go have dinner." She grabbed his black blazer and pulled him out of the office.

Tristan clicked the lock from the inside quickly as she kept pulling him out. "I was trying to tell you about my day you know?"

She threw his blazer at him. "I know baby, and I love it when you tell me about your day but don't tell me in detail about things I don't know about." She wrapped her arm around his waist when he pulled the blazer on.

"Fine. I fixed a couple cars and did paper work. That's my whole day." He let out a deep breath and placed his arm around her shoulders.

She looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He sat down on his motorcycle. "Let's go have dinner."

Olivia sat down behind him. "Tell me what's bothering you."

"I don't want to talk about it here." He answered and gave her a helmet. "You get the goofy helmet."

Olivia smirked a little and put it on. "I think I look pretty cute in this helmet."

He looked over his shoulder. "Hmm…you do." He gave her a kiss and pulled on his helmet. "Ready?" he started the sports bike.

She wrapped her arms around his tight stomach. "Ready but no wheelies this time." She warned.

He smirked a little and drove off extremely fast. He purposefully made a hard turn in the parking lot to scare her. He pressed the gas more and lifted the bike up knowing she hated that.

"Tristan!" She yelled angrily at him.

"I got it out of my system. I promise." He answered with a laugh and patted her hands on his stomach. "No worries." He got out on the street. "May I dodge traffic?"

"No." She answered strictly. "Drive like a normal person."

"But baby."

"No." She answered. They stopped at a red light and looked over at a sports car by them.

The driver tilted his sunglasses down and smiled at Olivia.

Olivia rolled her eyes and looked over at Tristan knowing he wanted to race him now. "No. Tristan don't."

Her husband said nothing and waited for the green light. The light hit green. Tristan instantly took off with the sports car trying to outrace him. Tristan cut him off.

"Hold on." He warned and turned into a side street. He drove past all the stop signs and got back into the main street. He stopped at the next red light when the sports car finally pulled in next to him. Tristan looked over and smiled at the driver before looking back at the road.

Olivia shook her head. "I'm going to kick your ass just so you know." She whispered on her husband's shoulder.

Tristan smiled. "At least it will be some contact from you." Olivia pinched his stomach. He slapped her hand. Olivia smirked and just rested her head on his back as he drove slower this time.

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They finally got home around eight from dinner. Tristan took off his blazer and tossed it to the side as he went to the living and put on the NBA game he missed.

Olivia rolled her eyes and grabbed his blazer. "Don't just throw it."

"Ok." He nodded and kept his eyes on the game.

She shook her head and lay down by him. She placed her head on his lap as he watched the game and gently rubbed her stomach. She watched the game with him and played with his hands.

Flashback

Olivia pulled her car into the car shop that was near her house. She looked around but didn't see anyone. She finally spotted a man outside sitting on a motorcycle. She decided to go over. "Excuse me."

The man looked up. He instantly found himself gulping at the gorgeous woman. "Can I help you?" he looked at her up and down.

"Do you work here?" Olivia questioned the extremely handsome man.

"Oh." He looked at the car shop and then at her again. She was beautiful. First woman to give him butterflies. "No…um…but I know the owner. I can let him know you left it. What was your name again?"

She smirked. "I never gave you my name. It's Olivia." She put her hand out.

He quickly wiped his hand from any dirt that might be there from cleaning his motorcycle. He took her hand. "Nice to meet you Olivia. Tristan."

She smiled at his nice name. "Nice to meet you Tristan."

He smirked. "Um…what's wrong with your car?"

"If I knew I wouldn't bring it in here." She smirked. "No offense but do you always stutter?"

He blushed insanely. "No…um…you make me nervous and I stutter when I'm nervous."

She raised an eyebrow. "I make you nervous?" She looked around and noticed her badge was still clipped to her belt. "Oh." She took it off. "Is it this thing?"

He looked at it and shook his head since he didn't see it before. "No. It's you in general. You're a cop?"

"Detective." She answered with a nod. "Sorry to make you nervous."

"It's ok. It's a nice nervous." He smiled. "Um…do you want to go out to dinner sometime?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You going to stutter even more if I'm in a nice dress?"

He blushed but smiled. "No. I'm very simple. I get nervous when a girl is in jeans."

She laughed a little. "Then I would love to."

He nodded. "I'll try to be less nervous then." He took out a pen and a paper he had in his pocket. He wrote his number on it. "Call me detective"

She smiled and took the paper. "What do you do?"

He bit his lip. He didn't want to say he was a mechanic. That was too embarrassing for a woman this beautiful. "I own a car company."

End flashback

Olivia changed into her pajamas as Tristan came into the room looking at mail. "You owe me a massage."

"I know. But you're getting a rain check." He answered and sat down on the bed as he kept looking at one envelope.

"What's wrong?" She moved down to sit by him.

He shook his head. "My sister died."

Olivia's mouth dropped. "Oh baby I'm sorry" She stroked the back of his hair. "Are you ok?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. We weren't that close but wow."

"Does it say the cause?"

"She was in a car accident."

"Same sister that her son died and her other son went to jail?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He looked over at his wife. "He have to take custody of Jesse."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "What? I thought he was in jail for killing his brother."

He shook his head. "No. He got out because it was false arrest."

"Oh." Olivia nodded. "Ok."

"Look…I don't want to take custody of him but we have to. She left us as guardians if anything happened to her."

Olivia moved closer and took the paper from him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He answered and fell back on the bed. "I don't want him in this house."

"Why?"

"Because he is a sixteen year old murderer."

"It was false arrest baby."

"Well I still think he did it." He sat up. "You don't know him. He is a cold hearted piece of crap."

"He is your nephew."

"So? Doesn't mean I have to like the bastard."

"What happened to his father?"

"I don't know. When my sister got pregnant he just ditched her. He doesn't know his father."

Olivia laid down by him and rubbed his chest. "Just give him a break. He had a hard life. He didn't know his father, his little brother was murdered, he went to jail for something he didn't do and now his mother is dead." She gave him a kiss. "Be the nice man I married."

"I don't want to." He whined. He looked over at her. "Let's have sex."

Olivia smirked. "Nice try. But I'm tired."

He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Oh no you're not." He kissed her neck gently. "C'mon I need an escape. Be that for me please."

She smiled and tossed the paper on the nightstand. "Oh you're a big baby."

"I know, I know." He mumbled into her neck as she pulled him closer and pulled his shirt off.

Flashback

Olivia laid in bed staring at the clock on her nightstand. She already had three dates with Tristan and tonight was their first night together. He had his arm around her waist and resting on her stomach.

She was already falling for him. She even knew how he had sex. He liked the lights on and he kept his eyes open like she did. She gently traced his knuckles with her fingers. She noticed some scrapes on his skin.

Tristan made a small sound and moved closer. "What you doing awake?" He placed a kiss on her neck.

She smiled. "Nothing." She gently ran her fingers over his knuckles. "Did you get in a bar fight or something?"

"No. Why?" He mumbled sleepily.

"Your knuckles are scratched up."

He opened his eyes knowing it was from working on a transmission and he scratched his hand when he was putting in wires. "Oh that. That's nothing." He took his hand off her stomach.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. She turned around to look at him. "How did you get that Tristan?"

"It's not a big deal."He shook his head and leaned in to kiss her again.

She leaned away. "Tell me."

He let out a sigh and nodded. He felt guilty already for lying to her about what he really was. "I was fixing a car."

She smirked. "A businessman like you fixing a car? What did you run out of employees?"

He didn't smile. "That's just the thing. I'm a not a businessman." He sat up a little. "I don't own any big company."

Olivia stared at him and slowly covered her chest with the blanket as she sat up. "What?"

"I…I own that car garage where you brought your car. I'm just a mechanic."

"You lied to me." She stated.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I figured you wouldn't want to go out with a mechanic so I just told you I owned some company."

Olivia just stared at him. "Get out."

"What?"

"Out of my apartment." She answered. "Get out."

He nodded and got off the bed. He grabbed his boxer briefs and pulled them on. "I'm really sorry."

"Me too." She answered and pulled on her t-shirt.

"Can we just talk about this?" He questioned as he pulled on his jeans.

"No. Get your stuff and get out of my apartment." She answered and forced herself to keep her tears to herself. She actually fell for this guy. She loved everything about him, even their sex was the best she ever had.

He put his head down and pulled on his t-shirt. "For what it's worth, It was a pleasure getting to know you."

"I'm sure it was."

He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his car keys. He leaned down to kiss her. She turned her head. He stopped but then just placed a kiss on her cheek. "Bye." He whispered and left her apartment.

Olivia just sat there silently with her knees up to her chest. Just when she found someone she liked he turned out to be something he wasn't.

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Two days later Olivia came into the garage to get her car. She went in and went over to her car. Someone was under it still working on it. "I'm here to get my car." She spoke up.

"Not my problem. Check with the desk up front." The man under answered.

"Kind of is your problem since you're still working on it." Olivia rolled her eyes.

The man under rolled out. "Oh."

Olivia looked over and spotted Tristan. "Oh."

He quickly got up. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Are you done with my car?"

"Um…yeah…but there is a problem with your insurance policy." He answered and wiped his hands.

"What is it?"

"It doesn't cover anything inside the car. Just covers exterior damages." He answered.

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Ok. What does that mean? Is that some mechanic talk?"

He smiled. "No. It's smart talk for your insurance is screwing you over. I do have a brain Olivia."

"Right." She nodded. "How much do I have to pay?"

He bit his lip. "I had to order in parts so it's about two thousand."

Olivia just stared at him. "You ordered in parts without talking to me? Thanks for not screwing me over again."

"I'll pay for it." He quickly cut in.

"What? No. I can't let you do that." Olivia shook her head. "You take checks?"

"No. I will pay for it." He answered. "Don't worry about it."

Olivia stared at him for a second but then nodded. "Fine. Can I get my keys?"

"Yeah." He nodded and motioned for her to follow to his office.

Olivia kept quiet and went in. She looked around. "You're messy."

He smiled a little. "Yeah."He opened his drawer. "Olivia…can we start over?"

She crossed her arms on her chest. "Who you want to be now? Oh you want to be a fireman?"

His smile faded. "I'm sorry for lying. I just…I mean…why would you date a mechanic? This isn't even the job I wanted. I was born into this business. I just don't think a mechanic is good enough for you." He took the keys out and played with them.

Her expression softened. "What did you want to be?"

"A doctor." He answered and blushed a little. "I wanted to be a doctor."

"Why aren't you a doctor then?"

"Because my dad couldn't afford it. I finally saved enough money when I was 25 but my dad died and left me this shop. So I just took over the business and never went to college." He shrugged a little. "That's why I didn't tell you who I really was. I'm a mechanic that never went to college." He handed her the keys. "There you go."

Olivia just stared at him and put her hand out. "Olivia Benson. A cop."

He smiled a little and shook her hand. "Tristan Andrews. A mechanic."

"Want to have dinner with me Tristan?"

He grinned. "Yeah. I would love to."

Olivia nodded. "Thanks for the car. Call me." She smirked and left his office.

End Flashback.

Tristan rolled off her as he caught his breath. "Oh god."

Olivia breathed hard and bit her lip. "Yeah."

He looked over at her. "I love you."

She let out a small laugh. "You too baby." She gave him a kiss and got up with the bed sheet around her. "I'm going to take a shower."

"No." He whined. "Come back. I want round two."

"Good for you." She smirked and kissed him again. "When is your nephew coming?"

Tristan let out a groan. "Tomorrow morning we have to go pick him up from the airport."

"We? I have work."

"No." He whined. "Please come with me. I need you there."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll call in sick. Just for you though."

"Thank you." He smiled a little and patted the empty space on the bed. "Round two since you don't have to wake up early?"

Olivia looked at him for a second and rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're good in bed." She got in bed with him again. She grabbed the back of his neck and started kissing him again.