Here's the conclusion of this fic. Hope you like it!

I try to find you at the bottom of the bottle
Lying down on the bathroom floor
My loneliness was wrangling windows

I kept calling, kept texting, hell I even went to his house, pounding on the door. He never answered. As if him getting up and leaving as soon as he finished fucking me didn't make me feel bad enough, now he was ignoring me. I was nothing more than a piece of ass to him, I never was. At least that's how he made me feel. There were nights I would get drunk, praying he would come bursting through the door. Even if he never touched me again, never brought me to the places he brought me that night; I just wanted my best friend back. Those nights I'd wind up sleeping on the floor of the bathroom, the cold tile feeling good against my face that felt like it was on fire.

He didn't even have the decency to tell me he was leaving NYPD; that he put in his papers. I had to hear it from Cragen. I broke down in tears in the interrogation room after. I had cried for so many things over the past few months. Right now, my heart literally hurt. It was like someone took the knife that had been there for the past three months and twisted it, hard. I felt like my body was being split in half, and it was all his fault.

If he didn't break me before, he broke me now. He did what no one thought was possible, he broke Olivia Benson. I had to get it together, at least for appearances. Our new recruit from Atlanta, Rollins, looked up to me. I couldn't let her, or anyone else, see me like this. It was over, as far as I was concerned, in that moment, Elliot Stabler could go to hell and rot there. I was done.

I snuck out of the interrogation room and made a quick bee line for the bathroom where I splashed some cold water on my face. I patted my face dry with a paper towel and took a deep breath, composed myself, and walked back out into the squad room, as if I wasn't shattered into a million little pieces.

The months passed, and the ache in my heart got less and less, but it remained. Then, David Haden walked into the squad room. He was a fine piece of attorney that made my heart flutter. We'd gone out for drinks during the case he was helping with, but tonight, the case was over, we could just relax.

We walked out of the bar; I put my gloves on as we walked. "You know, I haven't worked that well with anyone in a very long time." My smile was so big my jaw hurt, but I didn't care.

He smiled back. "Me either."

I took a deep breath and pursed my lips for a moment. "Night cap?" I offered with a sly smile.

"Well, I do have a meeting… with the deputy mayor… at seven tomorrow morning." His voice was low and gruff. Our faces inched closer together before our lips met in a hesitant, perfect kiss. Before we knew it there was a cab at our side and we broke apart. "Timing," he muttered, as frustrated as I was.

I took a breath to compose myself, remaining coy. "You know what they say, you can never find a taxi or a police officer when you need one." I winked and smiled coyly at him. He opened the door for me and I climbed in. I gave the cabbie my address and he closed the door. I let out a breath, leaning my head back.

Once I got home I started digging through my purse and my pockets to find my phone. It was nowhere to be found. "Damn it." Just as I was about to head out to go back to the bar there was a buzz in my apartment. I walked over to the speaker. "Who is it?"

I heard his voice, muffled, but still incredibly sexy. "It's David."

My heart fluttered again and I smiled. "Come on up." I buzzed him in and a few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I opened it and smiled a coy smile. "Counselor."

He nodded. "Detective." He held up my phone. "You left something behind at the bar."

My face lit up. "My phone! Wait, how'd you get this?"

He chuckled a bit. "You left it at the bar. The bus boy saw us leave and brought it out after you were in the cab, which is how I got your address."

I smirked and leaned against the door jamb. "My hero." I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him.

He went to walk away, but he stopped and looked at me. "That uh, that offer for a night cap. Does it still stand?"

I opened the door wider, allowing him in. "I thought you'd never ask." I closed and locked the door once he was inside and looked back at him. "What can I get you? I have scotch, bourbon, I think I have vodka in here some—"

He cut me off with his lips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. His tongue traced my lips. I opened my mouth to his tongue and I felt his tongue meshing with mine. It felt incredible. I moaned into the kiss. He released my mouth gently and caressed my face. "I want you to be my night cap," he whispered against my lips. I gasped and looked into his eyes. I nodded. "Come on, let's sit and talk."

I smiled and took his hand in mine, leading him to my couch and sitting down, with him sitting right next to me. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked softly.

He looked at me. "The first night we went out for drinks, you told me you were just getting over something."

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and hanging my head. "It's a long story, David."

"I've got all the time in the world for you, Olivia."

I looked over at him. "I wouldn't want you to think I'm a slut. Trust me, it comes off that way."

He touched my face gently. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of his skin on mine. "Olivia, you're a grown woman, you are entitled to a sex life. It doesn't make you a slut, you hear me?"

I smiled gently and nodded. "I'm sure you heard about the shooting at the squad a few months back."

"Jenna Fox, yeah, I remember."

"Elliot Stabler was my partner. We were partners for twelve years. He was the one who shot Jenna, and killed her. That day, after all the IAB stuff and whatnot, I offered to drive him home. He wanted to come here. He wanted help forgetting that he killed a kid. Begged me. I gave in. We had sex. It was incredible, but when we were done, he got up, got dressed, and went home… to his wife and five kids." I felt David's hand on my knee. He was silent for a couple moments. "Told you," I whispered, looking away from him.

David put a finger under my chin and turned my face back to his. "He used you, Olivia. You are more than just a good fuck. You're an incredible woman, the whole package."

"How do you know I'm a good fuck?"

"Because everything else about you is incredible. You truly are the whole package. Beautiful, smart, funny, you have a career, you're self-supporting. Olivia you have a bigger heart than anyone I've ever met. You're gorgeous, sexy, and your laugh, Olivia I would do anything to hear your laugh and see your smile. Any man who gets every part of you is lucky; you deserve to be made love to, not fucked."

"Well, fucking is fun every now and then."

"Have you ever made love, Olivia? Truly been connected, heart to heart, with another human being?"

I blushed and shook my head. "No. No, I can't say that I have."

"Making love doesn't have to be in the missionary position, soft and slow. What constitutes love making isn't the gentleness, the ease, the position even. It's the feeling. Olivia, I've never fucked anyone. I've made love, and I can promise you, it wasn't boring."

I looked into his eyes, intrigued by what he was saying. I caressed his face, ran my thumb over his lips, feeling him kiss the pad of my thumb. I smiled. "Do you think, making love, would heal the pain in my heart?" I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

He rested his hand over mine. "It might, if it's the right person."

I felt my breath hitch. "Make love to me, David. Please."

He smiled and leaned in, kissing me softly at first, but the kiss built in passion. He pulled me closer. I straddled him as we kissed, making out on my couch for a few more minutes. He broke the kiss, my lips attached to his neck. "Bedroom," he whispered to me, breathless.

I looked into his eyes and smiled. I stood up, taking his hand and lead him into my bedroom. He ran his fingers through my hair. "God, Olivia, you're so beautiful."

I smiled and looked into his eyes. "Thank you." He kissed me again, his hands slipping under my shirt. He moaned gently. I gasped into the kiss, his fingers felt incredible on my skin. He broke the kiss and started to kiss my neck. I let out a breathless moan and I started unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it from his shirt. "David," I moaned, biting my bottom lip. I tangled my fingers in his short hair, my neck tilting, feeling him start to nip at my skin.

He detached his lips from my neck for just a second as he took my shirt off. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and ran my hands over his torso. He looked into my eyes. "I'm going to worship your body tonight, Olivia. Everything you deserve," he whispered.

I was already breathless, my chest heaving. "How are you real?" I asked in a whisper. I smiled and smiled as he turned me around, unhooking my bra, kissing my shoulders as it fell off of my body. I moaned gently, feeling him turn me around again. He looked over my body and I hung my head, anxious and afraid of what he would say.

He lifted my chin and I looked into his eyes. "Hey, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." I smiled and kissed him again, my hands working on his belt and his pants, pushing them off his hips. I felt my pants slide off my hips. I stepped out of them and felt his hands on my ass, gently squeezing. I let out a squeal and a giggle.

I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "Naughty," I smirked and winked.

"Hey, I may be classy, and enjoy love making, but I do like a little kink."

"Kink, huh? How kinky are we talking? Am I dealing with my very own Christian Grey here or…?"

He chuckled. "No, not at all, light bondage, spanking, dirty talk. I'm rather tame."

"Dirty talk, huh? Well, I don't know how dirty talk works with love making, but when it comes to fucking, I'm an expert at dirty talk." I winked and felt him pull me closer, letting out a growl in my ear. I let out a moan.

"What kind of dirty talk?"

I smiled and walked my fingers up his chest. "Usually, I get close, whisper in his ear, my voice filled with passion, whining with need and want…" I got close, my lips next to his ear. "Ooh, baby, fuck my pussy. Fuck me good, baby. I'm so wet; I want your big hard dick inside of me. Getting deep, oh, baby please." My voice was high pitched and whiney, my breath teasing his ear. I smirked and pulled back, biting my bottom lip.

He groaned. "Shit, that's so sexy."

I looked up at him. "So, uh, what are you going to do about it?" I asked with a smile.

He picked me up and laid me on my bed, pulling my panties off with his teeth. He looked into my eyes. "I'm going to make you come over and over again, all night long." I moaned and arched my back. I felt two of his fingers inside of me and I seethed.

"Oh, David, baby." I moved my hips into his hand.

He smirked and whispered close to my ear. "You're so wet."

My hands grabbed my sheets and balled them up as my back arched off the bed. "Baby, please, harder."

He started moving his fingers harder and faster inside of me, his palm rubbing against my clit. "Come on, Liv. I got you, just let go, feel this."

I gasped and let out a moan as my orgasm wracked my body, juices leaking from my core. "Oh, God, David!" I pulled him close and kissed him passionately. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "Oh God." I blushed, realizing I had once again, squirted. I was embarrassed. "David I—"

"Hey, don't you dare apologize." He kissed me again. "I think it's insanely sexy."

I looked into his eyes. "Really?"

He nodded. "God yes, knowing that the orgasm I just gave you was that powerful… God, it just turned me on even more."

I smiled gently, groaning in protest, feeling him pull his fingers out of me. He kissed me again and I flipped us, taking his boxers off of him, tossing them to the side. I looked down at him, straddling his hips. "Can I ride you?" I whispered in his ear, gently biting on his ear lobe.

He groaned. "I'd love that, Liv."

I smirked and guided myself over his dick. I let my head fall back and I moaned. He was bigger than I expected. He was bigger than anyone I'd ever been with, Elliot included. Once I had adjusted to his size I started to ride him, grinding my hips into his, feeling his hands hold my hips, and his hips moving up to meet mine, getting so deep inside me I was sure I could feel him in my throat. "Oh, shit, David, oh yeah." I squeezed my breasts and moaned, starting to move over him faster and harder, my release was building again. "God, David, I'm so close."

"I'm right behind you baby, let go, come for me."

"Oh God, aah." My head fell back, my hips grinding hard into his as my orgasm wracked my body for the second time that night. I felt David's cum inside of me and I moaned again. When we both rode out our orgasms, I collapsed on top of him, breathless and sated. He ran his fingers through my hair and I smiled. "Oh, David, God that was amazing." I kissed him gently, nipping at his bottom lip.

"You're incredible Liv."

I smiled and rested my forehead against his. "So are you. God, I never thought love making could be that amazing."

"See, it's worth it. How do you feel?"

"For the first time in months, I feel… whole again. I was broken, David, and you fixed me."

He gently caressed my face. "You fixed yourself. I just… showed you how."

I smiled and kissed him again. "Stay with me tonight?" I asked in a whisper, praying he would say yes.

"Absolutely."

I took a deep breath and smiled. I was done crying, my heart didn't hurt anymore. I was done crying over a man who could have cared less, when I was in the arms of a man who showed me that I was more than just a piece of ass, who showed me I was worthy of being loved, of being worshipped.

A/N: So there it is, please review, here or on Twitter UnbrokenBarista.