AH, I am so unbelievably glad and relieved that you guys enjoyed the first chapter—phew. I would also like to say that I am so grateful to everyone that has added the story to their favorites, followed the story, has left a review, and just everyone that's read it so far! I'm not too sure if there will be another update this weekend, I'm going to be extremely busy, but I'll try my best to get one up!

Another thing, the song "Hero/Heroine" by Boys Like Girls was ON REPEAT while I wrote this chapter! (Thanks a lot Alix—you got me hooked too) It practically screams Rolivia… ugh they're so perf.

Again, please feel free leave your reviews & comments! Enjoy the story J

-Jen

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The rest of their breakfast at the café had been silent, and so had the car ride back to the precinct. Amanda had tried her best not to stare at Olivia over breakfast, but it hadn't been easy. Everything about Olivia seemed so beautiful and graceful—even the way she drank her coffee. Amanda had told herself countless times that she had to stop thinking about Olivia this way, but she couldn't –and maybe she didn't really want to. Although truth be told, sometimes Amanda wasn't sure if Olivia even liked her as a person.

Olivia always acted professional towards Amanda—but she was often short and distant with her—especially if they were alone. Amanda supposed it was probably because her and Nick were still fairly new—so Liv probably just needed some more time to warm up to the idea that her old partner, Stabler—if Amanda remembered his name correctly—wasn't there anymore. She hoped that it wouldn't be much longer until Olivia finally accepted her—if that was the reason she was keeping her distance from Amanda.

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When they'd finally arrived at the precinct—Olivia couldn't help but feel relieved. Breakfast and the drive over had been past the point of awkward—and Olivia couldn't tell if it was because her and Amanda just didn't have anything to talk about—or maybe it was something else.

Olivia sometimes felt as if there was a strong, mutual feeling of sexual tension between the two of them—but she would never approach Amanda about it—because if it were true, it would cause too many problems.

The elevator ride up to the squad room had been silent as well—Olivia wished she could've thought of something, anything, to talk about just break the uncomfortable silence. But she hadn't.
When they walked into the squad room—Cragen was already waiting for them

"Good morning detectives, care to explain why it took you two hours to get back from the crime scene?"

"Sorry Cap—traffic was outrageous because of the snow—so we decided to let it die down and grabbed some coffee and a bite to eat." Olivia knew Cragen didn't really care for excuses but it was the truth.

"Make sure to call in next time and let me know."

"Will do" Olivia responded as she hung up her coat and walked over to her desk. She sat down and waited for her computer to start up. Cragen was almost in his office and then he turned around

"Amaro, switch desks with Amanda, It'll make it a little easier for Benson and Rollins to work on the case together." Before anyone could respond, he'd already shut the door to his office.

"Great" Olivia thought to herself—or at least she believed she'd thought that to herself—but she obviously hadn't because Amanda turned to her and looked stunned

"Um, sorry but is there a problem with me Liv?"

Shit shit shit. Olivia felt like such an idiot. She'd accidently let that "great" slip out, she had to think of something to say—and she had to think quickly. So she smiled at Amanda and shook her head

"Of course not Rollins, just that Fin is out—meaning Amaro and Munch are paired up. And we all know how Nick gets his panties in a bunch whenever he works with the Man of Conspiracies." That sounded reasonable—or so Olivia hoped.

Amanda chuckled and sat down at the desk across from Olivia's

"That's true. Sorry, I didn't mean to come off sounding snarky but really, if there's anything you need to tell me or if there's a problem with me…"

Olivia furrowed her brows

"Look Amanda, I know I haven't been the most pleasant person to work with since you got here—but please don't think I have anything against you… I've just got a lot going on that's all."

Amanda gave her a wry smile nodded

"Got it"

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Nighttime came quickly that day, it was well past 11 and Amanda was still at her desk working on the case. Olivia had gone home around 9. They hadn't been able to identify the victim—or let alone produce a suspect—so Cragen told both Olivia and Amanda they could go home. Amanda had stayed because she wasn't that tired and it wasn't like she had anyone waiting for her at home. The squad room was basically empty aside from the few rookies that had stuck around to finish up some paperwork.

Amanda looked around and sighed. She knew she probably wasn't going to find anything new about the case tonight, so she maybe she should go home after all. She looked out the window and saw that the snow was falling again. She grabbed her coat and slipped on her gloves and hat. She turned off the lamp on her desk that sat by a stack of paperwork Cabot would be picking up in the morning and headed towards the elevator.

When she stepped outside, a cold gust of wind caused her to shiver. She slowly started making her way to the train station—the snow was already half a foot high—but she didn't mind it. Snow in Atlanta was very rare, and when it did come—it was only about an inch high. When Amanda was growing up, she'd always wished they'd get a big snow storm, but it never came. But, when she was 10 years old, her family took a trip to Connecticut—and there, she'd witnessed her first real snow storm. The snow was about a foot and a half high, and she remembers she could barely walk around in it. Her and her sister had a snowball fight—and they'd even attempted to build a snowman, but it just ended up looking like a giant lump with a carrot and two sticks poking out of it.

Amanda was lost in her thoughts—remembering the beautiful memory—when she was passed by McSorley's —a bar that was popular among cops, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face sitting inside.

Olivia.

Amanda stopped dead in her tracks. Olivia was sitting alone at the bar, sipping on a beer—and then she looked outside and spotted Amanda. Olivia smiled and mouthed for her to come in.

Amanda took a deep breath.
Her, liquor, and Olivia.
There were only so many ways this night could end.