Later that day, Amanda was still working away with the other detectives until Olivia stepped out of her office.

"Rollins," Olivia called quickly getting the blonde's attention. "I need to see you in my office now."

Amanda got up; slightly wincing from the pain of the cuts, hung head low and she made her way over with her parteners heads watching her.

"Close the door," Olivia said.

Amanda complied with a roll of the eyes, "What you want serge?"

"How are you holding up?" Olivia asked with a lighter tone that caught Amanda off guard.

Amanda shrugged, "Fine like normal."

"Rollins," Olivia sighed, "The man who assaulted you and so many others just was sentenced. Come on; I know it's not all fine in there. I know what it's like. I've been through this."

"Well I'm not you," Amanda said back sharply. "It's all fine. If I would have come out with it earlier, then no one would have had been assaulted. It's on me still. I could have said no."

"Rollins," Olivia sighed, "Stop blaming yourself."

"I'm not," Amanda said back. "It's the truth. I'm trained in this. I know how to get out of these situations."

"Amanda," Olivia said catching the younger detective off guard by the use of her first name. "Please. Just please listen. I want you to go talk to my therapist. I think it will be helpful. It may help you a lot with this. You may think it's all fine, but please-"

"I'm not talking to your shrink," Amanda exclaimed cutting off the older detective. Without thinking she pulled her shirt down to make sure nothing was seen. "Y'all think I'm messed up now or like hurt by this. I'm not. Can y'all just leave me alone. Nothing is wrong. I'm fine. I promise."

"Well," Olivia said pausing and looking her younger detective straight in the eyes. "How about you prove that to me by talking to my therapist to show you are okay."

Amanda bit her bottom lip she she shook her head and her eyes darted all around the room. She hated being outsmarted.

"Fine," Amanda responded.

"Okay," Olivia smiled happy she had won. "Dr. Lindstrom plans to see you tonight at five. Don't be late."

Olivia handed Amanda a card with the information on it as the young detective shook her head and walked out of the room.

"Everything fine?" Finn asked.

"Yep," Amanda nodded before going back to work.

Everyone filed out of the office early that day. Everyone excited to leave; except Amanda. She slowly pulled her coat over her shoulder and gave a look at her boss's office one last time to see Olivia still reading over papers. Amanda rolled her eyes and headed out. It did not take her much time to find the office and she slowly made her way into the waiting room. It was rather dim in there reminding Amanda of the lighting in a bar. Drinking sounded fine to her right now. Amanda couldn't sit down. She didn't want to talk to anyone, let them in, destroy her into fragile pieces. She paced around a few more steps and then quickly grabbed the doorknob and headed back out onto the busy streets. It was completely dark out as Amanda made her way to the nearest bar she knew too well. Amanda made her way in and spotted an empty seat at the far back away from all of the laughing people around her. She sluggishly pulled herself into the chair and looked up.

"What do you want?" a young bartender asked.