This is my first fan fiction story so please be patient while I figure out where I want to take this. It will get to the M rating soon, I just have to build the story enough so that it works. I'll probably jump a bit with regards to the trial I'm building with Lewis so it won't be exactly like the show. Thanks for taking the time to read and review. None of these are my characters.
Olivia was waiting in the lobby of the law office that Trevor worked at, dressed for work, she wore black slacks, a white tank top and a bright blue button down shirt that showed off her curves nicely. It was brisk outside on this fall day so she chose to wear a tan trench coat to keep warm and also to hide her weapon from view. Olivia was pacing back and forth debating whether to go up or not. She hadn't been this nervous in ages, what was it about seeing Trevor that made her feel this way. They were old acquaintances. He had helped get her off when she was being framed for murder but they hadn't talked much since then. Their lives revolved in different circles.
She finally took a deep breath and made her way to the elevator; she pushed the button for the 50th floor and boarded the elevator. She was all alone when the doors started to close and a hand reached to stop the doors, the doors opened and there stood Trevor.
"Olivia, here I thought I was running late" Trevor said looking her up and down "It's good to see you, how are you doing with all of this?" he asked.
"OK, I guess. Considering the circumstances." Did he just check me out? She thought to herself. Nah, can't be, after what I've been through who would want me….
"Actually, to be honest I am the one who's late, I was standing down here debating whether to see you or not and just take my lumps and quit the force and be done with Lewis once and for all."
"What?" said Trevor "No way, the unstoppable Olivia Benson I know would never even consider that an option. Besides I'll bury Lewis so bad he'll wish he never brought this action against you." She gave a small smirk and looked at the ground. "Olivia" she glanced up "Trust me".
Once the elevator had reached the 50th floor and the doors opened Trevor led the way to his office. He briefly told his secretary to bring some coffee and to hold all calls. They entered his office and Olivia fought a feeling of déjà vu. It had been several years since she'd been in his office and not much had changed. His degrees were on the wall along with some scenic pictures. The office was nice. A bit manly in nature with dark furniture and dark tan carpeting. It looked out on the New York skyline. Olivia headed to the chairs in front of the massive desk in the center of the room. Trevor stated "I'd thought we'd sit on the couch. A little less formal if you will, besides I want you to feel comfortable. Can I take your coat?" She looked at him for a second and then started to take off her coat. He stood in front of her waiting for her to hand it to him. In doing so when she reached back for the sleeves of her coat it thrust her chest out a bit and Trevor couldn't help but glance at the ample cleavage of this beautiful woman in front of him. My god, she's even more beautiful than I remember. Keep it together Trevor
The sat down on a large leather sofa and got situated for their talk, each facing the other. A slight knock on the door sounded and Trevor's secretary stepped in with a small pot of coffee on a tray with cups and some small snacks. She hurriedly left them on the coffee table in front of the couch and asked "will there be anything else Mr. Langdon?" "No, Christy that will be all for now, thank you." He turned and looked at Olivia and what he saw in front of him was a broken woman trying so hard to put up a front that she was ok. He saw through it and was determined to help her find herself again.
"Olivia, I want to help you get through this and put Lewis behind you once and for all. But you have to let me in a bit."
"What do you mean?"
"Olivia, I know you put up a wall to keep people at bay, I've seen you use it through the years and it's a strong attribute to have in your line of work. I get it. But this is different. Lewis will use everything he can to get you convicted and I don't want any surprises. I've read through the file of what happened to you, but I need to hear it from you, is there anything I need to know that wasn't in the file?"
Olivia wasn't sure she trusted Trevor just yet to go into detail about the kidnapping, however she knew he was good at what he did and got her off before so she took a deep breath and twiddled her thumbs a bit, a nervous habit she had recently picked up and began to tell Trevor everything, from the moment she first realized she was in trouble in her apartment, to being forced to watch Lewis rape and torture the mother of his lawyer and then taken to a remote home where she assumed she would die. To leaving her necklace in the trunk hoping and praying to God that it would be the clue her team would need to find her. Towards the end of her story she tried to rationalize the reason she beat Lewis with the bar instead of just shooting him. She explained that after 4 days of forced drugs and alcohol that she honestly didn't think she was in her right mind and that she just wanted Lewis to suffer for all the things he had done, not only to her but to all his victims.
By the time she was done she was trembling and tears had started to silently fall down her cheeks. She glanced at Trevor and smirked and shrugged her shoulders as if to say "I've got nothing else". He reached to the coffee table and poured her some coffee and scooted over to give it to her, his right arm was on the back of the couch and he put it on her shoulder, handed her the coffee then took her left hand in his and said "Liv, we'll get through this and I'm going to do everything I can to help you through." She sighed and took a sip of her coffee.