A/N: omg Thanks for the reviews and really sorry for writing Brain instead of Brian o_o quite awkward...anyway hope you enjoy this chapter and leave me a review, favorite, or follow if you like it :D By request I won't make any E/O :) so this is just a Brian and Liv story!

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Olivia held Harper Anderson's hand tightly as the young blonde woman squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the doctor to finish the rape kit. The woman somewhat reminded Olivia of herself, just trying to make a seemingly small life in a huge city. All Olivia's life she never thought she could actually be a victim of a crime. Of course, she heard on the news of rapes and murders, but it was different in perspective. As a child she wasn't exactly protected, but she went to a Catholic school, had reasonable friends, and excelled academically, so she was able to retain a full scholarship to Sienna College. Olivia had never wandered the street, exposing herself as fresh meat for disgusting perverts to hunt, yet Harper Anderson was in a safe place, home in her bed when she was attacked. This was what Olivia had learned a few years earlier when she had first come to the unit. Home invasions were more rare than public, late night attacks, but it happened and it fucking sucked.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" Olivia felt the 28 year old's hand strongly squeeze her own in response, suspecting that if Harper tried to speak she would break down in hysterical sobs. The doctor finished containing the evidence swabs in tubes to be sent over to the lab and gently pulled the sheet down over Harper's pelvis.

"Detective Benson, we'll send these over to the lab right away," he ushered to the whole table full of fingernail scrapings, photographs of Harper's bruises, mouth swabs, and so on.

"Okay, thanks," Olivia showed her gratitude as the doctor left, wheeling the white cart with all of the evidence out of the hospital room. As soon as the heavy door to her room closed, Harper whimpered and began crying, her other arm swinging up around Olivia and gripping her back tightly. Olivia winced, but endured the feeling of Harper's nails digging into her skin painfully, knowing fully well that this woman needed someone to cry on because she felt broken and disgusting and shamed.

"I-I can-can't do th-this," Harper sobbed into Olivia's neck, allowing the tears to soak into the detective's skin, not even bothering to apologize for her helpless behavior at this point. She was already broken and everyone knew it. They were just trying to save her pride for her own sake.

"Honey, everything's going to be okay," Olivia soothed gently, "You called the police. You did the right thing. We're going to try as hard as we possibly can to find him, okay?"

"That's not what I mean, Olivia," Harper muttered. "I mean what the hell am I going to do with myself? I feel disgusting, dirty. And I can't even defend myself against an intruder. I'm so damn weak! What is wrong with me?" She let out a strained whimper as the truth dawned on her. Life was never going to be the same again.

"Harper, there's nothing wrong with you," Olivia smoothed back Harper's blonde hair so that it wouldn't get tangled in her tears. "This happens to a lot of women, way more than you think. You're not weak, sweetheart. You're strong enough to get through this and that proves that he isn't going to win. This is going to make you the stronger person. Just know that everyone is going to support you through this, your friends, your family, the police. You have nothing to be afraid of anymore because you know you're going to be able to fight through this." Harper lifted her head up off of Olivia's neck, the tears ceasing slightly as Olivia continued talking comfortingly to her. "You're a survivor, Harper. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Wear those bruises like battle scars," Olivia gently ran her thumb over Harper's battered face. "People will look up to you as someone brave and noble." Harper let out a weak smile and wrapped her arms around Olivia tightly.

"Thank you," Harper whispered, closing her eyes, feeling at last the hopelessness lifting off of her chest as she let Olivia's words sink into her skin. You're a survivor...and Harper knew somewhere in her heart that she was.

Elliot and Olivia walked shoulder to shoulder down the crowded New York City street as they kept their eyes peeled for Harper's apartment. Normally, they would have taken a cab, but the both of them decided the crisp Autumn air would do them good after no sleep whatsoever after interviewing Harper about the attack all night. Besides Harper's apartment wasn't that far from the precinct anyway.

"Hey uhm, Liv?" Elliot asked, keeping his eyes lowered, not daring to look in her eyes. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows at his shady behavior which was a rarity, even with her short time working with him.

"What?"

"Look, uhm do you think I can stay at your place tonight?," The question sounded forced and ashamed, as if Elliot didn't want to admit to even himself that him and Kathy were going through rough times. Olivia narrowed her eyes, but didn't end up questioning him. The last thing she wanted to do was to make matters worse. He was obviously going through so much crap at home.

"Yeah, El, sure." She smiled warmly and nudged his ribs, pointing at the hotdog stand on the corner block. He grinned brightly, happy at last that he had a partner that was well worth keeping.

After about ten minutes of Elliot listing the things he wanted on his hotdog, Olivia ordered hers, objecting when Elliot pulled a ten out of his pocket.

"I can handle five bucks, El." Olivia began feeling around in her back pocket, looking for the crumbled bills she usually shoved in her pockets in the wee hours of the morning when she left for work. Elliot chuckled and handed the ten over. Olivia sighed dejected to admit her defeat. They continued walking at a leisurely pace, enjoying the sun beating down on their tired and pale faces. As much as Olivia wanted to bring up innocently things about Kathy, she held her tongue. She cursed her personality for still having the nosy, teenage trait that she had her whole life. Olivia knew she should've outgrown it by now, but maybe it was due to lack of relationships in her life, which had so recently changed due to Brian.

"Liv, how long have you been sleeping with Brian?" Olivia nearly choked on her hotdog when the question left Elliot's mouth. It took her a moment to respond, hoping to God that maybe she was hearing things, but the questioning look on Elliot's face didn't exactly agree to that.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Olivia responded, trying to put on an act of confusion, but she knew that he was seeing right through it.

"You're stomach just dropped into the sewage system, now spill?" He grinned like a child as he munched happily on his weird-ass hotdog that made Olivia's stomach churn slightly. She had now idea how that man was able to hold so many things down at once, yet he could probably eat a four course meal and still have room for Munch's pasta, which was quite good.

"I don't k-," Olivia thought for a moment of denying it once more, realizing that if she told him he could easily tell Cragen and get both her and Brian's sorry asses fired. As she looked into Elliot's trusting, deep, navy eyes she knew he would never do anything to hurt her or get her into trouble. Elliot Stabler just wasn't that kind of man and most people could probably tell at first glance. He was strong, yes, but there was something else there to. Wise, kind eyes that looked too old for his age as lovely as they were. It was as if he had gone through so much in his life already, yet he was only the same age as her, 32. "Just last night," She finally admitted, throwing the remains of her hotdog in the trashcan, her appetite completely gone. "I mean it just happened. We were drunk and it got kinda heated in the bar, so we went back to my place and...," Olivia trailed off waiting for Elliot to say something...anything. But he didn't. He continued chewing the remains of his hotdog as he mulled over what his partner had just told him.

So Olivia waited.

And waited.

The son of a bitch finished his hotdog, threw out the wrapper, and clapped the crumbs off his hands.

"Good for you," Elliot finally said, spotting Harper's building up ahead, only a short distance away. Olivia blinked and wanted to demand more of a reply. Before Olivia could even get a single angry word out, he cut her off with a sad look on his face. "I honestly wish I could do what you did. I mean just go out and sleep with people." For a moment she was offended. Olivia was definitely not a whore. Sure, she knew some positions that gave her the best orgasms anyone could experience, but she had boundaries that she respected. She didn't go home with random people she met at bars, or sleep with married men, so why the fuck was he calling her a slut?

"Okay, Elliot, I don't just 'go out and sleep with people.'" Angrily, Olivia crossed her arms and glared ahead. She didn't want her partners respect for her to circle the drain just for sleeping with a coworker. After all, these things weren't exactly unheard of. She knew Elliot was a dedicated, Catholic man, but she didn't think he was hardcore. "I have to say though, leaving your wife isn't exactly the holiest thing to do ever." Elliot shot her an infuriated look.

"For your information, I wasn't being sarcastic. You're lucky you're still single and you don't have to deal with the same shit over and over again. And don't make comments on things you don't know anything about," His voice was soft, yet commanding and contained a danger Olivia dared not question.

"Fine, sorry," Olivia huffed and began walking up the apartment stairs, but Elliot grabbed her arm and looked into her eyes.

"Me too, but promise me something." Olivia nodded, not knowing what the fuck he could possibly want now. "Go to Cassidy's house if you're gonna bang." They both grinned and headed into the building.

As it turned out, everyone went home that night, except for Olivia. She had been working tirelessly through files going back five years, hoping that there would be a similarity between cases, but nothing turned up. The young detective contemplated the possibility that maybe she was looking for the wrong things, but she knew it was no use. Harper had specified on everything that had happened to her: her nightshirt, the violence, the shower, his gentle caressing as he washed her. There was no use. The more likely thing was that there were more women that hadn't reported their rapes. Most women felt like Harper did at first, ashamed and weak, so they never told anyone and just suffered in silence for their whole lives. Olivia hated that women felt it was their fault that they were brutally attacked and violated, just like her mother had been. At least Serena had reported the rape...and least her mother was kind enough to have her.

Olivia sipped at her coffee and tried to focus, but she felt the dizzying feeling of sleep consuming her. She'd gotten that coffee at roughly 11 P.M. when Cragen had marched out of his office, yelling at her for trying to connect dots that just weren't there. Reluctantly, she dragged her feet out of the office and waited for a half an hour at the coffee shop down the block until she was sure he had left for the night.

At the moment it was 12:30 and Olivia felt a slight sense of disappointment that she was getting tired this early. Usually she could last until at least 3:00 before her eyes got heavy. Perhaps it was the emotional draining she had gotten that day when she had gotten in a slight argument with Cassidy about whether Harper was lying or not, but that had lasted a second before they awkwardly heard Cragen approach them, ready to break up a fight that was brewing. They had sulked away a moment later, not daring to meet each other's eyes as much as they wanted to. The last thing either one of them wanted was for Cragen to get any suspicions.

"Liv?" Olivia recognized the deep voice immediately. It was Brian. She couldn't hold back the smile that formed on her lips as she got up from her chair and collapsed emotionally drained in his strong, warm arms. Having the spectacular feeling of someone holding her so tightly out of love and care was probably the best feeling Olivia had ever experienced.

"Hey," She muttered into his chest as she felt her eyes flutter closed and took in Brian's fresh smell that seemed to gently lull her to sleep.

"Honey, you need some sleep." Shit, he must have felt her losing consciousness on him and she was fucking standing. Well...halfway considering he was supporting the majority of her weight. Olivia wanted to argue, to insist she was perfectly capable to make her own choices, but before she knew it Brian had taken his left arm and settled it under her butt, scooping her up into his arms.

"I'm fine," Olivia muttered sleepily as he carried her up the stairs that led to the crib. Brian chuckled and gently kissed her forehead, loving the feeling of her smooth skin under his lips. God, he could get used to carrying around Olivia like this. Not only was fantastic to be holding a beautiful woman in his arms as she drifted off to sleep, but she was Olivia fucking Benson, better known as 'Bad-ass Benson.' There was no way that she would let just anyone carry her around.

As Brian opened the door to the crib, he could almost swear he heard Olivia muster a satisfied groan and if his dick didn't get hard right then...But he resisted the primal urge to shake her awake and fuck her hard until she screamed his name. She needed sleep for now and that was what she was going to get.

Gently, Brian lay Olivia down on the most comfortable cot there was and tucked her into the thin cotton sheets, making extra sure that her toes were snuggled in. In the end, Olivia looked like a five year old that had just been tucked in by her mother. Brian convinced himself that everything looked perfect, yet there was one thing missing...him sleeping beside her and holding her tightly. Brian made a vow to himself as he climbed into the bed next to hers that he would be there when she woke up to ask her what the fuck was going to happen in their relationship.

A/N: Who do you guys want Elliot to be with? I was thinking maybe Alex or Hendrix? Leave me a review on who you think it should be and I promise Imma update my other stories!