So this is my new Rolivia story, a multi chapter fic as promised

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"Benson?"

Olivia looked up from her paperwork, as did everyone else in the squad room, eyes shifting towards Cragen's open office. He motioned her in, returning to his own desk, as Olivia stood with a sigh; paperwork wavering on her desk as she set it down.

"Nice knowing you." Fin smirked.

Olivia flipped him off, earning a hearty chuckle from the other detectives as she entered Cragen's office.

"Could you shut the door please?"

She did as asked, shutting it gently and leaning against the cool glass.

"What's up cap?"

"Looks like you're headed on a road trip. Bureau called, they requested your help on a case up North."

"Alright, any background?"

"Missing persons, not the first either; this time a seventeen year old girl known by the name Bridgette Gardena, missing three days so far."

Olivia shared a knowing look with her solemn faced captain, the girls name had already been spread across the paper's, and she was the fifth that they knew of.

"When do I leave?"

"Tonight."

Olivia sighed, rubbing her temples. Her weekend plans did not exactly involve a long drive up to the mountains; but she took it as it was, moving her hand to the doorknob and opening it slightly before her attention was brought back to the man at his desk.

"Liv?"

"Yeah cap?"

"Take Rollin's with you."

Olivia paused for a moment, her hand continuing to hover near the door before she shut it and turned, gaze returning directly to her captain.

"You have got to be kidding me." She sighed, exasperated.

Cragen only stared at her, his features without fault, as she took a seat before his desk.

"Cap..." She sighed. "She's just a rookie, she'll slow me down."

"Liv, hold on, don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" He questioned, though not surprised at her tone. "Rollin's is a good cop." He challenged.

"That's exactly my point." Olivia growled, standing so that she may pace the room. "She's a good cop, not a good detective; and I know you know there's a difference. She's just another trigger happy kid with no world experience that I would have to babysit." She huffed, her eyes darting to the blonde at her desk.

"She has potential Olivia." He broke in softly. "Now, maybe you can't see it, but I can. You say she has no world experience? Give her some. I'm not asking you to babysit her Liv; you should know that, I'm asking you to teach her. Amanda is a good cop, but with your help, she could be great."

As his last soft spoken words filled the room, Olivia knew that she'd lost, the decision was final whether she liked it or not. She bit her tongue, turning her head back to Cragen who had clearly ended the discussion by burying his head back into the paperwork that littered his desk. With a final glance towards the unknowing blonde, Olivia left the captains office to gather her coat and keys.

"Rollins?" She called, already halfway out of the precinct. "Pack your things. We're going on a road trip."

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Amanda arrived a little before four; still dressed in her usual caramel leather and jeans.

"Hey Liv."

She sounded cheery, too cheery, considering the predicament they were being faced with. Olivia grumbled in response, moving to allow Amanda in as she left the doorway.

"We've got a little under two days of steady driving ahead of us." Her voice echoed from inside the apartment.

Amanda hesitated, knowing that she was unwelcome, before gradually making her way inside and throwing her duffel at the foot of Olivia's couch.

"Nice place." She smiled.

"Thanks." Olivia mumbled, zipping up her backpack.

"Hey, are you sure that you've packed enough, we could be up there a while and..."

"Rollins, I've been doing this job over a decade, I think I know what I'm doing." Olivia snapped.

Amanda's face fell. She was always overstepping boundaries with Olivia, from the moment she had set foot in the one-six it had been this way between them. "She'll warm up to you." Fin had said. It had been a little over a year and barely any progress had been made between the pair. In the beginning, Olivia had been especially cold and she was forced to admit that the brunette was not as bad now as she had been, though she was far from friendly and at times could hardly even be called civil. Amanda breathed deeply; rotating her shoulders and trying not to allow Olivia's disapproving looks make her uncomfortable. She'd never been to Olivia's apartment, even after countless times of offering to drive her co-worker home after Friday night drinks, it had just never happened. She took in the apartment's feel; forcing herself to realise that it wasn't at all as she had imagined (and oh had she imagined). Olivia's apartment was much more unkempt, less refined, than in her imaginings; though it made a lot of sense, taking into account the job that they held. There were no family photo's, no photo's of any kind, nothing personal to claim the space as detective Olivia Benson's; Amanda found herself almost disappointed after all her time daydreaming.

"Let's move. We're wasting daylight." Olivia growled, pushing past Amanda, backpack almost bowling the blonde over.

"Right." Amanda mumbled, fetching her own duffel and following the brunette's trail.

No going back now.

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"Nice ride!" Amanda grinned, running her hand appreciatively across the mustang's gleaming bonnet. "Don't tell me you're taking this baby up to the mountains." She questioned Olivia, eyes glassy with love for the vehicle beneath her palm.

"Not in your wildest dreams." Olivia scoffed, earning a slight pout from Amanda. "There's a company sedan waiting for us out front."

Amanda was sure that disappointment showed evidently on her face. The car was almost as captivating as its owner.

"Whoa!" Amanda exclaimed at the sight of a large black bag being pulled from Olivia's back seat. "What's with all the heavy artillery? We're not going up there to slay an army." She almost laughed.

Olivia's eyes flicked towards the younger detective momentarily before they returned to the gun in her hand. The metal was cool against her fingers as she clicked it open, satisfied with the contents before she zipped up the duffel and slung it onto her back. Sometimes, most of the time, she could swear that Rollin's had never spent more than a day in the field.

"Someone up in those mountains is a dangerous killer; you've got to be prepared for anything."

She shut the boot with a thud, making Amanda cringe as she followed Olivia outside the car park, struggling to match Olivia's fast paced stride.

"I'm driving." Olivia stated, leaving no room for argument as she unlocked the sedan and threw her bags across the back seat.

"Fine with me." Amanda shrugged.

It was clear to her now that this trip would be one of the longest of her life; but Amanda hoped that maybe, when it was all over, Olivia would be able to tolerate her a little more and hate her a little less.

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"So my sister, Kim, and I, we just ran for it!" Amanda laughed excitedly, body rocking in the passenger seat.

They'd already been driving for just over two hours and Olivia hadn't been granted a single moments peace as long as she remained in Amanda's presence. Amanda just continued to rant until Olivia became scarcely sure as to whether or not she understood the younger woman who allowed the words to feed on as though attached by an invisible string of her life story.

"So, I know these mountains really well." Amanda finally finished with a grin, her eyes flicking first to Olivia and then back to the disappearing city.

Olivia was already beginning to look tired; stray pieces of chestnut hair having escaped wildly from their clip, jacket having slipped down her shoulder and eyes bearing a heavy darkness beneath.

"Hey." Amanda whispered softly. "Would you like me to drive for a while?" She offered, placing a hand upon the brunette's slightly revealed shoulder.

"No." Olivia sighed, shaking off Amanda's friendly touch. "But I would like you to reach into my bag and retrieve the case files."

Amanda did so, Olivia's tone leaving no room for consideration, however hesitated as she gazed at the two backpacks.

"Blue." Olivia mumbled, seeing the woman's frame pause in the rear-view mirror.

She watched the tresses of blonde hair splay across Amanda's back as she rummaged for the files; eyes following along the twisted curve of Amanda's back as she wound around the seat, before hovering over the blonde's arse. Much to her own distress, Olivia lingered for a moment, though forced to turn away when Amanda sat back.

"Got them." The blonde chirped.

"Right." Olivia said hastily, returning her eyes to the road and internally kicking herself, fingers contracting around the steering wheel. "Now read it to me." She ordered, her stony demeanour returning.

In all honestly, the last three seconds had made her feel disgusted upon her own principles. What right did she have to ogle Amanda when she wouldn't even talk to her? Better yet, why would she want to? Amanda pursed her lips for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself. For a moment, Olivia had appeared almost human.

"Okay, ah..." She finally sighed, flicking through the pages. "Latest is Bridgette Gardena, seventeen. She disappeared while walking with her mother and stepfather, Kevin and Angela Gardena. Bridgette said she needed the bathroom, left and never came back."

"Just like the others." Olivia interjected, mumbling to herself rather than the woman next to her.

"Her disappearance has been linked to five others within the last three years. All girls were in their late teens, never seen again, no bodies ever found."

"Could still be alive though unlikely." Olivia sighed frustrated. "We don't even know how long the bastard keeps them for."

Amanda flicked her eyes towards Olivia, knowing better than to reply. She surveyed the weariness of Olivia's face, though her voice was without faulter, Amanda knew that Olivia felt stronger than anyone.

"They think he's a local, mid thirties to early fifties; he's someone that knows the mountain areas like the back of his hand. There's been little to no evidence trail to follow, that's why it's been over the brink of cold cases; the only links they've ever found were..."

"Bloody shirts and quite often a piece of jewellery; with the last disappearance we found bloody chains, no prints." Olivia cut in again.

"Right." Amanda confirmed. "But I mean, think about it Liv, to add in another clue for us after all this time, do you think it's still the same guy? Could just be an apprentice or even a copy cat..." Amanda trailed.

"Does the file say that?" Olivia questioned, knowing full well the answer.

"Well, no..." Amanda whispered. "But..."

"Then just go with the file. You can't make assumptions based on your gut when you have no experience."

Amanda frowned, closing the file on her lap.

"I always go with my gut; it's how I made detective so quickly." She defended promptly.

"You?" Olivia scoffed. "You made detective so quickly because the hicks you worked with down in Atlanta thought you were a nice piece of tail, they just wanted to keep you around, look how that worked out for them." She bit harshly, finishing on a laugh as she shook her head in disapproval.

Amanda was stunned at Olivia's intensity for a few moments, feeling overwhelmed. It took the blonde only seconds to turn away from the woman beside her, file still in hand, as she leant her head against the cool glass window; honey blonde hair shielding her face. She was determined not to cry, feeling the sting of tears within her eyes. Olivia clearly thought even less of her than she had imagined.

...

It was dark, close to two am, as Olivia continued driving. They had reached a small town, only slightly off course, much to the detective's relief. She had been tired for hours, eyelids drooping and hands almost slipping from the wheel, he focus wavering. Her eyes shifted to Amanda, travelling over the girl's huddled form. The blonde looked a lot smaller than she had earlier; Olivia having only realised how harsh her words were after they had escaped the confines of her lips, instantly wishing that she could take them back. She was tired, absolutely exhausted, but that was no excuse. Amanda would never become a better cop if all Olivia did was shut her down like that; in truth, Olivia always went with her gut, she shouldn't have criticised Amanda for following suit. Amanda still had a lot to learn, and as much as Olivia didn't want to teach her, the blonde was more of a nuisance to her now than she would be if she continued to teach her nothing; expecting her to simply know.

"I'm sorry." Olivia mumbled, knowing that the girl couldn't hear her.

Amanda had been asleep for many hours now, curled in the same position she had been since Olivia's undeserved comment. As hard as Olivia tried, she couldn't keep her eyes away from Amanda's gently sleeping form for more than a few moments. She watched the luminescence of hotel lights bounce across Amanda's face, a mess of blonde hair shielding most as it swept across her shoulder; though the woman's upturned nose peeked out slightly from beneath her hand (the other still loosely gripping itself to the case file).A mix of yellow, red and white light marked a path across her cheekbones up to closed lids and along the slant of her eyelashes. Olivia smiled. Amanda was more than a nice piece of tail, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was more than a rookie.

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"Amanda?"

Olivia had pulled into the first vacant hotel available; a shabby brick, classic motorway stop, the kind of place that they would usually find their suspects hiding out in. It would do for tonight.

"Amanda?" Olivia spoke again, the blonde still unmoving.

Olivia sighed, but couldn't help the smile that directed itself towards her colleague.

"Amanda." She whispered. "Wake up."

Olivia gently traced her hand across the curve of Amanda's shoulder, brushing back the mess of honey hair that had made home there. As Amanda stirred, Olivia ripped her and away, followed by the slow opening of the girl's blue-green eyes. Olivia watched as Amanda groaned, sat up and stretched like a cat before shifting her gaze back. She smiled at Olivia, thankful for being able to rest. Olivia couldn't stop staring; Amanda must've had thicker skin than she'd originally thought.

"Ah...Liv?" Amanda questioned suddenly. "I need to pee." She blushed.

Olivia shook her head, eyes focussing on her own fingers as they slid across the steering wheel.

"There's a twenty-four-hour bar over there, I'm sure they have a bathroom. Anyway, I need a drink and some food." She tried to laugh.

Amanda smiled anyway, sliding out of the sedan before leaning back in to fetch her bag. Olivia followed suit, her movement's heavy from exhaustion as her skull pounded.

"Liv, are you okay?" Amanda questioned, appearing close behind the brunette's back.

"Better once I have a drink." Olivia assured, slamming the sedan door and making her way to the bar.

When they arrived, it contained only a few straggling occupants – the kind of men they'd usually be arresting – night owls and alcoholics. Olivia made her way to the desk, adjoining the bar, as Amanda rushed for the ladies room.

"One room." Olivia requested, no point wasting two when they only had a few hours. "Two singles." She continued, fishing for cash in her bag.

"One room, one double." The man grunted.

Olivia looked up with a raised eyebrow, her gaze resting on a liver spot just shy of his motor cortex. The man merely gaped at her, eyes falling momentarily to her breasts.

"Great." Olivia grumbled. "Whatever." She said, flinging the cash to him.

"What's wrong?" Amanda chirped, appearing behind the older woman again with a smile.

"Nothing." Olivia said quickly, turning away from the desk. "Let's get a drink."

Amanda shrugged, following Olivia into the bar section and sliding onto a stool next to her. Olivia's eyes flicked back to Amanda, her eyes travelling up a pair of denim clad legs, only torn away when the bartender handed them each a beer. Olivia downed the majority of hers without thought, Amanda simply sipping from her own. She'd been drinking with Olivia before, never alone, usually after a hard case. Some nights Olivia would drink more than anyone, always earning concerned looks that told Amanda of a story she didn't know, other times she wouldn't drink at all. There was so much about Olivia that Amanda didn't know, there were times when she felt as though she thirsted for it, things Amanda hungered for. She hadn't gained much other than what she'd read in newspaper's or heard throughout the usual office gossip; but none of it was really her. In Atlanta, hell, in the academy, Amanda had grown to idolise the older detective; nothing doubted that. Olivia was why she'd asked to be moved to Manhattan SVU, she'd had to go somewhere. From the moment she'd entered the one-six her idolisation had turned into more of a reverent crush on the woman who, unfortunately, unwelcomed her (many rumours suggesting why). Physically, Olivia was surpassing of Amanda's daydreams; discretely muscular, quaintly petite and gorgeous; but Amanda was still disappointed. Olivia's disposition towards her had more than damaged her imagination.

"Hungry?" Olivia asked, turning to Amanda, interrupting her thoughts.

She'd noticed the girl staring, as she often did, deciding to ignore her until she began feeling scrutinised by the inquisitive blonde.

"Ah, sure."Amanda smiled, taking a large swig of her beer to try and distract her from Olivia's close proximity.

The women ordered before continuing their silence. Olivia felt rude for not talking, especially after her earlier comment, but she just couldn't fathom words through the exhausted haze that clouded her mind. Whenever she spoke to Amanda her words were never kind, they were hardly even acceptable, but Amanda never spoke to her that way; the younger detective always greeted her as a friend. Amanda seemed to take it in her stride, though Olivia had a tendency to be cruel, remaining determined to gain her respect and affections; it was admirable. Amanda's eyes searched the room, trying to focus anywhere but Olivia. She followed the trail made by an alcohol stained green carpet, up the supports of sticky tables that remained void of most occupant, until her eyes rest upon a machine in the back corner. Amanda couldn't stop the familiar tingle in her finger that rose inside her as she identified the machine, her mouth growing dry instantaneously. She couldn't, not here, not now, not with Olivia. She could feel the clamminess in her palms, the cash teasing her from the back pocket of her jeans. The situation was cruel, the fact she'd had a beer only weakening her further. Amanda wasn't about to throw away everything she'd worked so hard for, not like this. She stood quickly, almost knocking over her stool as she practically ran from the bar.

"Amanda!" Olivia called, rising slightly from her seat, but the blonde was already gone – door swinging in her wake.

Olivia sat back down, ignoring the numerous eyes casting themselves upon her. She ordered two more beers, finished half her meal and had the other wrapped up for Amanda. It was close to four before she gathered the bags and made her way from the bar. As the cold air it her, skin releasing a harsh shiver, she made her way to the side stairs leading to their overnight room. Olivia stopped when she spotted a solitary figure in the dark; it was Amanda, she was playing basketball alone across a deserted court. Olivia lingered at the stairs base, Amanda too distracted to notice, as she watched the blonde throw three successful hoops. Olivia would have been daft not to notice that something was wrong, she even considered joining the girl for a game, but her muscles screamed out in pain from lack of sleep and she trusted that Amanda would come to her when and if she was ever ready to talk. Olivia scoffed at her last thought; Amanda would never come to her as long as Olivia treated her the way she did. Olivia sighed, running a hand through her dishevelled chestnut waves.

"Goodnight." She finally mumbled, trekking up the stairs and opening their room.

Against her better judgement, she left the door slightly ajar; flicking on the light so that she may prepare herself for a few hours of precious sleep.

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Amanda had paid for the ball with the money in her back pocket. Her body was screaming for sustenance, her limbs dragging with exhaustion, but she kept playing; she needed to burn off the feeling, kill her addiction before she'd ever let it kill her again. The meetings helped sometimes, she'd been clean a long time now but it never stopped being hard, the feeling never left her. Amanda scored three hoops in a row before circling back around the court for another; only stopping when the distant sound of a door creak caught her attention. It was Olivia, exhausted, struggling with their three bags as she pushed open the door to their room. Amanda toyed with the ball in her hands. It had been a dick move to leave but she'd needed to get out; she wasn't ready to explain to Olivia, the woman who already thought her weak. She wanted things to change between them, tonight had not gone at all as planned, Olivia appeared most times as cold and uncaring but she changed within an instant before just as swiftly changing back. Her eyes lingered after the light had gone out, door still slightly ajar, wondering if Olivia was up there waiting for her.

"Grow up Rollins." She chastised herself, throwing the ball towards the hoop.

She missed her target but allowed it to roll down the court a little. Amanda wondered how obvious her schoolgirl crush had become to the brunette who surely disagreed in every way; pondering on how long it would take her to find out if she didn't already know, calculating the days or even hours she would have left before being transferred straight back to Atlanta. Amanda wondered if she would be granted leniency, many others of both sexes had fancied the famed Olivia Benson across the years, it was difficult not to admire the gorgeous woman entering the squad room each morning. Amanda shook her head and retrieved the ball. No single part of her was ready to go inside yet.

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Amanda only began her journey to the room when daylight had begun to break; if she was going to drive then she needed to be able to keep her eyes open. She found Olivia huddled on one side of the double bed, the other side clearly left vacant for Amanda. She shut the door, slivers of sunlight peeking through the blinds to guide her steps. Olivia's coat had been thrown carelessly across an armchair by the bed, and so Amanda filled its space; seeing it as the safer option in comparison to sliding under the covers with Olivia. As she began to relax, surrounded by the warmth of Olivia's woollen coat, she found herself gazing at the brunette's sleeping form. Olivia wasn't quite still, instead twitching and kicking slightly in her sleep. Amanda felt a comforting touch working its down to the tips of her fingers but quickly thought better of it, instead rubbing her own palms together awkwardly. Olivia clearly didn't want her comfort or even her company, and so she stayed in her place; eventually drifting into an exhausted sleep.

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It was already eight when Olivia awoke, feeling as though she'd hardly slept at all, plagued by the same nightmares that had overtaken her sleep for months now. She stretched out before rolling to her side, covers pulled tightly up to her chin, given the somewhat relieving sight of a sleeping Amanda on a worn crimson armchair. Olivia smiled at the sight of Amanda huddled beneath her wool coat, wishing the both of them could rest for a while longer. Olivia knew it was an impossibility and so pulled herself from the bed, tousling her chestnut curls, before tearing away to the shower. In doing so she heard Amanda mumble something, turning her face slightly from the bathroom door.

"Huh?" She whispered.

"Mmm..." Amanda grumbled, turning slightly though keeping her eyes closed. "Five more minutes."

Olivia smiled, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door. With water hot against her skin she breathed deeply, massaging the kinks from her neck, trying to prepare herself for the remainder of their drive. Meanwhile, Amanda tried to wake herself up. She stood slowly and stretched out her arms, yawning as she folded Olivia's coat neatly on the seat, the sound of water running in the bathroom filling her ears. It ran for only a few minutes before she could hear Olivia stepping out of the shower, followed by the creaking bathroom door.

"Amanda?" Came Olivia's muffled voice. "Could you ah, please pass me my clothes?" She requested, sticking her hand through the crack in the door. "I accidentally left them on that chair." She blushed, her hand pointing to a chair on the rooms other side.

"Sure." Amanda shrugged.

She gathered the pile of Olivia's clothes, taking a silent breath before she walked to the bathroom.

"Thanks." Olivia smiled as Amanda passed her the clothing.

The blonde was too focussed on a water droplet sliding down Olivia's exposed neck to realise what she was doing, the feeling of Olivia's finger sliding across the back of her hand during the exchange becoming enough to startle her. They both jumped, Olivia's underwear falling to the floor.

"Sorry." The women promptly said in unison.

Both women leant down, their hands outstretched, aiming to retrieve the black boy-legs. Both of their hands hovered over the item, eyes catching each other in an almost confused stare. Olivia reached for her underwear, neither one breaking eye contact as they stood once more.

"I..." Amanda stuttered.

"I'll be out in a minute." Olivia interjected promptly, closing the door in Amanda's face.

Amanda's breath had frozen in her throat, released as a gentle sigh before she turned away, crossing the room to gather her own things. Olivia pressed her head against the bathroom door, listening to Amanda's movements. This situation was ridiculous, she was ridiculous; most of all, the way Amanda made her feel when it was just the two of them was ridiculous.

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"How about you take a break from that case file Liv? There are no more words on those pages than what was there yesterday or the last seven times you've looked at it. You can't learn anymore from it than what you already have, at least not until we have more context."

Olivia looked up from the file that balanced upon her knees as she leant against the window, they searched Amanda who's large doe eyes stared back before returning to the road.

"You know what?" Olivia sighed. "You're right." She smiled, throwing the file in the back seat.

Olivia registered the shock of her 'almost praise' on Amanda's features, unable to stop herself from laughing; only making Amanda more nervous.

"Relax!" Olivia exclaimed, slapping just above the woman's knee. "God Rollins, loosen up." She finished with a shake of her head.

"Coming from you?" Amanda released suddenly, her smile growing brighter.

Olivia faked an offended face as she held a hand to her heart. Amanda smiled softly, relieved that the woman was in a better mood than the day before. Unfortunately, focussing on the road was only getting harder as Olivia took more of her attention. Te brunette reclined in her seat, stretching out and smiling at Amanda lightly, burying her face within the crook of her elbow as loose waves fell around her face. Amanda licked her lips shakily, forcing herself to stare at the road rather than Olivia's breasts or even her face that gazed at her so sweetly. Olivia had to give Cragen credit, as she always did, Amanda was an alright cop and more than she had originally thought. Though Olivia wasn't quite ready to admit that she wouldn't have chosen Fin given the option.

"Mind if I turn on the radio?"

The blonde just nodded and so Olivia began to fiddle with the dial, stopping on the first non-hazy station she could find. Amanda knew all the words and so began singing quietly to herself, Olivia leaning on her crouched up knees to stare at the woman beside her.

"What's it called?" Olivia asked quietly.

Amanda blushed slightly, having not realised that Olivia had been watching her.

"Ah, I think it's called a case of you." Amanda replied, taking a left turn. "By Joni someone." She mumbled.

Olivia listened to the songs remainder intently. She had never really liked country music but found herself growing to appreciate it as it flowed from Amanda's lips.

...

They filled the following hours with silence from their lips, only the eventually crackling radio to fill the void; but it was peaceful. Olivia had become distracted by her view from the window, watching as tree's and open countryside passed by freely. Amanda watched from the corner of her eye, finding Olivia's look of awe more than endearing.

"It's beautiful." Olivia finally uttered. "Shame we're here under these circumstances.

Amanda frowned slightly.

"You never know." She said finally." This case might close up quickly and things just might turn out okay."

Amanda's voice was twinged with hope and Olivia could sense that she hadn't just been referring to the case.

"Shouldn't you be looking at a map?" Olivia questioned, realising that Amanda hadn't touched it the entire time that they'd been driving.

"I'm the map." She smiled, her eyes twinkling.

Olivia looked at her incredulously.

"I swear to god Rollin's that if you get us lost out here I'll..."

"And we're here." The blonde interjected cheekily as she parked the sedan by an old cabin at the mountain's base. "What was that you were saying?" She winked.

Olivia scowled, giving Amanda a light shove, earning only a laugh.

"Lucky Rollin's." She uttered, shoving open the door and sliding from the sedan.

As Amanda also exited the car with a smile, a rather robust man in a park ranger's uniform moved to greet them.

"Benson I presume." He greeted, shaking Olivia's hand.

"Right. That's Rollin's." She replied, motioning to Amanda who leant against the car.

"Rolfe." He grunted. "I'll radio your team now, they're not far up, and they've been waiting for you." He grinned, revealing several missing teeth.

As Rolfe disappeared, Olivia made her way back to the vehicle were Amanda was busy fidgeting in her jean pockets.

"I haven't been up here in a really long time." She marvelled suddenly.

Olivia looked to the woman beside her, having a vague memory of Amanda mentioning family trips up in this direction.

"You really were the map weren't you?" Olivia grinned, trying to take the tension off.

Amanda smiled weakly, interrupted by Rolfe's reappearance.

"Agent Porter will be here to collect you two girls in no time."

Amanda watched as all the colour suddenly drained from Olivia's face.

"Porter?" Olivia grimaced. "Could this trip get any worse?" She huffed, tearing away from the car with her bags.

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