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This chapter is a tad shorter then the other. I'll do better next time. Side note: does anyone know what position Munch has now? Is it Sergent or Staff Sargent? I couldn't remember...

Side note 2: I don't know what kind of personality the new ADA has so I'm just gonna use my crazy imagination.

Cheers!


Training Day

"We know you did it Harvey. Your DNA, your prints…they're all over Anita…" Olivia had been in interrogation with Harvey Wells for the past two and a half hours. The skinny man knew it was done and over with but he wasn't going to budge an inch.

"How do you know it was me? Somebody is framing me, man!"

"I doubt that. Not when witnesses place you at the scene. And Anita remembers in detail how you got…uh…stage fright…" Liv taunted. Harvey's eyes flashed red.

That was the last straw for Harvey. He shot up like a rocket but Olivia had anticipated his move and quickly stepped to the side to avoid getting tackled. In one swift motion, Olivia had him against the wall with a hand behind his back.

"BITCH!"

"That was a very stupid thing to do Harvey. Not only will you be charged for rape but you can also add assaulting a law enforcement officer. It's not looking good for you at all…"

Elliot thought it was time to intervene. He opened the door and slid into the room. He leaned back against the wall across from Liv and Harvey and crossed his arms over his chest. He just stared as if he had nothing better to do.

"YOU WANT TO TAKE A SHOT AT ME TOO!" Harvey screamed at Elliot.

Elliot shrugged. "Nah…I'm good. By the looks of it, Detective Benson is doing a better job then I can." He smiled as he winked at his partner.

"DUDE! TELL HER TO STOP, MAN! AHHHH!" He winced in pain as Liv twisted his arm ever so slightly.

"I will…but she's just waiting for you to tell the truth. She really hates it when you lie to her…" Elliot said in a not so concerned voice. He slipped his hands in his pockets and wandered over to the table and faced the two way mirror.


"How do you do it?" Mical asked quietly. Fin, John and the new ADA all stared at her. They forgot that she was there. In the past few days Mical had integrated herself into this very selective group and became one of 'the guys'.

Fin turned back to the two way mirror and watched quietly for a moment. "Somebody has to…" he said softly. John and Fin worked well together although John didn't see much action anymore since he made Sergeant.

She and Fin got on well. She sensed a deeper reason for his joining SVU. Fin reminded her of the young police officer that helped her as a child. He looked tough and acted tough but he cared too much for the victims that he tried to protect.

John looked like the kind of cop that had seen too much but still kept doing the work. There were moments when he thought no one was looking that Mical saw sadness in his eyes. Despite his aloof manner or his gallows humour, there was a haunted man buried deep inside.

Their ADA was quiet. She, like Mical, was new to SVU. She hadn't found her place yet and was still working out whether or not she wanted to fit in with this Motley Crew.

Just then Olivia and Elliot came out with the suspect in cuffs.

"I swear to God! I'm going to sue for police brutality!" Harvey stated as he was being led away. Olivia had to bite her tongue in order not to hit the guy. The ADA just smirked at him.

"Oh yeah tough guy? You have a room full of witnesses who saw you trying to attack Detective Benson. I'd like to see who'd believe a rapist." Harvey's eyes went wide as Elliot continued to drag him to a holding cell.

Turning to Olivia the ADA ordered, "I want those reports on my desk before my dinner gets cold." With that, she turned on an expensive heel and walked out.

Olivia just stared at the dust that had picked up as there ADA speed through the halls. Glancing at John and Fin, Liv just rolled her eyes.

"How long do you think this one will last?" John said as he and Fin made there way out of the room.

Smirking, Olivia was her cocky self. "I don't know…depends…" She turned to Mical and gestured for her to go first through the door. Mical smiled and winked at Liv who returned the gesture in kind. Olivia and Mical had gotten closer in the course of a few days.

Maybe it was because it was so good to finally have another woman in the squad – granted it was only pretend and Mical would leave in a couple of weeks. Olivia wasn't sure what the reason was, but she felt good.

Fin snorted. "Depends on what?"

"Depends on who she pisses of first. Branch or Donnelly."

Fin winced and whistled low. "Man…that was harsh…"

"Yeah. But it's the truth, my friend." Supplied the voice of reason in the group – John Munch.

Olivia had schooled Mical on their two former ADA's – Alex Cabot and Casey Novak. Both were great in their own right but neither were the same. Alex got results with out breaking the rules too much. Casey went all out for the unit. It normally landed her in serious hot water with Branch or Donnelly, but she got the goods when SVU needed it.

Although Casey finally struck out on the last case they worked together by breaking every rule there was. She would be greatly missed.

Olivia and Mical sat next to each other on the edge of Liv's desk as they joked with John and Fin. Elliot finally came back from booking covering one of his ears and wincing.

"What's wrong?" Olivia and Mical straightened themselves up.

"The guy just wouldn't shut up. My ear is ringing from all that yapping…" he shook his head for added effect. The rest of the group laughed at that.

Turing to Mical, Olivia smiled. "It's almost time for lunch. Did you want to go grab a bite to eat or something?" Liv asked quietly so the others wouldn't hear. Mical's bright smile lit up her face.

"Yeah…I'd like that…" she said a bit shyly. It had been a little bit over two years since she enjoyed someone's company. She almost felt giddy with it.

Olivia smiled as well upon seeing Mical's smile. She was getting addicted to it. "Great. Let's get outta here now so we can beat the rush…"

Liv grabbed her leather jacket and patiently helped Mical with hers. Mical fought the urge to hold Liv's hand; instead she shoved her hands into her jeans. That would be really inappropriate.

Olivia was debating on whether or not to slip her arm around Mical's waist. Instead she busied herself with finding her keys.

They waited in awkward silence for the elevator.

Meanwhile in the squad room all three detectives were fighting to hid their grins.

"My money says that by weeks end, those two will be running off to Canada to elope…" Munch said throwing down 40 dollar bills.

Fin arched an eye brow and took out his wallet. He added his 40 dollars to the pile. They turned to Elliot who had a scowl on his face.

"Give me a break guys. She's my partner for god sakes!" He dug in his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. John and Fin's eyes widened as they saw how much it was.

"She's worth at least 100…" He threw down the money and smirked as he sat back down at his desk.

Kathy and Liv will kill me if they find out…Elliot's smile grew wider. Well…they won't know if I don't tell…


The two women walked in silence down the sidewalk. Again, a few people did double takes while others just stopped and gaped at Mical.

Olivia had to hide her smile at the reactions her friend was getting. If they really knew how down to earth she was, they'd just look the other way, Liv thought.

"What's that smile for?" Mical asked as she glanced at Liv.

"Just thinking," was all said. Mical was hoping she'd elaborate more but Olivia seemed in no hurry to share.

"Penny for your thoughts, then?"

Olivia cocked her head to the side and smiled brightly. "Ok. But don't say I didn't warn you. I noticed people tend to trip over themselves when you're walking on the same sidewalk as them…"

Mical's eyes widened in shock. She looked around her and saw that people who were staring at her quickly turn away. She heard Olivia laugh quietly beside her. Mical blushed as she looked back at Olivia.

"Um…" Mical was stunned.

"Don't tell me you've never noticed before…" Olivia asked with a smile on her face. Mical shook her head.

"I'm mostly hiding from the paparazzos." Mical said sincerely. Olivia couldn't believe that Mical had no idea what kind of effect she had on those around her. Herself included.

"Well trust me, you have a certain kind of appeal and people are a bit surprised to see you walking about as if you do this everyday."

Mical blushed a deeper shade of red by the compliment. "Well…I do…I mean…I, I, I walk everyday…" she stammered which made her blush more.

Olivia found it so very cute and couldn't help but reach out and squeeze Mical's hand in quiet support.

The moment their hands touched the air surrounding them seemed to be electrified. Time stopped and the world around them vanished. The moment didn't last long when Olivia was jolted by a passer-by.

Mical reached out and grabbed Olivia's waist to steady her. She quickly let go when she realized how close it brought their lips together.

"Sorry," Mical mumbled. Olivia cleared her throat and nodded silently. "So…where are we going for lunch?" Mical asked a bit awkwardly. Olivia just pointed in the direction and begun to walk with Mical following behind.

Holy mother of sweet pearl! I almost kissed her! Mical thought, her mind racing.

Oh. My. God! I almost kissed her! Olivia thought trying to slow down her speeding pulse. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

The two were quiet as the entered the local cop hang out. Olivia waved at the owner who smiled warmly at her. He was a retired cop and thought of Olivia as his own.

"Hey Liv! How's it going?" He sauntered up to the pair. He realized that Olivia isn't alone.

"Well, hello there. Are you a friend of Liv's?" His smile was genuine as he spoke. He held his hand out to Mical and she shook it. She got the feeling he adored Olivia.

"Sort of." She smiled crookedly.

"Joey, this is Mical. She's just…uh…doing some research on the unit." Olivia and Mical had agreed a few days ago not to mention who she really was just for safety purposes. This way it gave Mical the chance to observe how everyone reacted to a cop and how Olivia reacted in the outside world.

Joey arched a thick eyebrow. "Investigative reporter?"

"Uh…you could say that." Mical replied a little hesitantly. She wasn't sure how he'd react to that answer. Joey examined her from head to toe. After a moment he nodded and smiled brightly.

"She's ok. A little skinny, but I can fix that up," he said with a glint in his eyes.

"JOEY!" Liv cried out. Joey just laughed as did Mical.

"Don't worry…I'm starved anyways…" Mical said with a laugh. Olivia shook her head in amusement.

Olivia picked a booth that was farther in the back and away from prying eyes. They slid in and sat facing each other. Again the fell into awkward silence.

"So…what do you do on your days off?" Mical asked. She couldn't stand this much quiet.

"Uh…well…mostly sleep in for one. Go out…" Mical nodded.

"So…your dad was a cop too, huh?" Olivia asked not realizing that Mical didn't feel comfortable with private questions. She was about to apologize when Mical answered.

"Yeah. He was. He retired about 15 years ago…" she said quietly. Olivia sensed that it wasn't something she liked to talk about. She knew she should back off but she couldn't help herself.

Before she realized what she was doing, Olivia had opened her mouth and spoke. "You said he was in Sex Crimes…I had seen your interview…" she add quickly when she'd seen Mical's questioning look.

It dawned on Mical that it was the Santo's interview she was referring to. "Oh…yeah, he was staff sergeant."

"You two close?" Again Olivia's mouth was too quick for her brain.

Mical let out a sigh. Close? Hell, my dad couldn't get away from me fast enough…Mical thought sadly.

"It's ok. You don't have to answer. I shouldn't have pried…" Olivia said gently. She picked up a menu and scanned over. She looked up surprised as she heard Mical speak quietly.

"Not really. We haven't been for a long time…" Mical glanced out the window with sad eyes. She noticed a father and daughter walking along across the street. He had bent down to point out something to his daughter and she looked on with wide eyes.

There was a pain in her heart as she watched them. She couldn't remember if her father ever did that with her. Her childhood seemed so far away now.

"I'm sorry…" she heard Liv say. Still not looking at her, Mical just shrugged. Olivia was spared from saying anything when Joey arrived with there lunch.

Mical noticed what it was and smiled at Olivia. The detective winked.

"This is my version of a burger and fries." Mical laughed and the sadness that was in her eyes disappeared…for now.

"Let's dig in!" Mical said enthusiastically. Olivia laughed and picked up her burger. They ate in silence, enjoying the quiet company.

All the while, Olivia's mind was racing. She had seen that kind of sadness before in the victims she dealt with every day. It was a sadness of innocence being stolen. Liv wondered what happened to Mical to have put that kind of sadness in such beautiful eyes.

After lunch, the conversation in the diner was forgotten. At least on Mical's part, anyways. She was telling stories of her time on several sitcoms in which her co-stars would pull the wildest pranks on each other.

Some of them were hilarious. But Olivia knew that it was nothing but a ploy to keep her from digging further. She saw it hidden behind Mical's eyes. She'd wait until it was the right time to ask her again. But for now, she just wanted to enjoy walking along side Mical Davidson.


As the day finally ended, Mical stretched herself out on her sofa. She had been staring aimlessly at the ceiling for almost an hour when her cell phone rang.

Reached across the coffee table to reach for it. Flipping it open she spoke tiredly. "Hello?"

"Hey. How'd it go?"

Mical sighed and rubbed her tired eyes. Her agent had pestered her since she started at SVU.

"It's going well, Sara. Thanks for asking. Now I'm going to sleep now…night," she was about to hang up when Sara stopped her.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't forget, you've got to do your follow up interview with Santos tomorrow…"

Groaning, she didn't want to deal with him. "Sara…I'm not going to do it. Did you not see what happened on my last interview with him? I thought I was going to hit the guy! Besides, I'm busy tomorrow…"

Sighing on the other end of the line, Sara knew all to well how Mical felt about doing interviews.

"Sweetie, I'll handle that part. I'll give him strict guide lines to follow…"

"Right. Like that worked the last time. He put me in a very awkward position. No, I'm not doing the damn interview. So forget it!"

"Mical…he was just doing his job…it's what he does best…"

"What? Being a jackass? My answer is No. N-O. No. Besides, he's got 'A-Lister' Kerry Madison to drool over. I'm not doing it Sara. That's my final answer."

"Alright, alright…I get it. But you're gonna have to do it one way or the other…"

"I know. But I'll do it when I'm good and ready. Got it?" Sara gave her a promise not to book anymore interviews without consulting her.

"Oh…before I forget. Give Jenna a call, will you? She's been asking about you honey…"

Sighing loudly, Mical thought her evening couldn't get any worse. "Fine. Whatever. Is that it?"

"Yeah. Goodnight sweetie…"

"Night Sara. Talk to you soon." She ended the call and tossed her cell onto the coffee table. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair.

What the hell does Jenna want now?

Not caring what the answer was, Mical got up gingerly and stalked off to her room and collapsed onto her bed. She fell asleep instantly.

Her mind went from images of Detective Benson and to the kiss that 'almost happened' to her and her sister.

The images of her sister hurt more then anything. She remembered being shoved under the kitchen sink and being told to stay quiet until she came and got her. She remembered the screams that followed. She remembered covering her ears as she heard strange sounds coming from her sister and another voice. She remembered the darkness of the cupboard and the eerie stillness that followed.

Mical jerked awake breathing heavily and sweat falling from her forehead. Shaking her head as she sat up slowly, she tried her best to clear her mind. Inhaling deeply, she tried in vain to calm her nerves.

She glanced over to her bed side table and picked up the picture frame. She gently traced the features of her older sister's face.

"I'm sorry…" she said quietly. She let the tears fall in the darkness of her room, just as she let them fall all those years ago.