I think some of guys were confused about this. This is only One-shots. The last sentence is how it each one-shot ends. These are not going to be continued, sorry. Also, all of these one-shots will take place in the New Start Universe. You don't have to read the story to understand, but some stuff won't be explained just because it's already been talked about in the that story. Anyways, enjoy! You can also send me prompts on here or twitter.

Olivia walked in the house, tired, with a sigh escaping her lips. She knew she was too old to try and go three days without sleep, yet she still tried to do it constantly. The lack of sleep was always worth it, though, when she sees the look of relief on the survivors' face when she catches the perp.

It was eight, so Noah was either already sleeping or on his way, and unless he had a case, Voight should be home. She missed her boys more than anything. Besides being gone for three days straight, she was always catching case after case lately. And if she wasn't working a case, she was in court all day testifying. A break was the only thing that she wasn't catching.

So, when they closed this case, she told Fin he was in charge for the next couple of days and left. She needed this mini vacation more than anything.

"Well, hello there, stranger." Voight said as he watched her walk deeper into the house. He knew just from the look on her face that all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed.

"Hi." She said kicking off her shoes and making her way towards him. "Where's my baby?"

"Upstairs playing with Lucy. He's been missing his mom." Voight said wrapping his arms around Olivia's waist and letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

"I miss you guys so much. Trying to run the squad with only three other people is harder than I thought. And of course no one is jumping at idea of working in SVU, so who knows when we'll get another man." She confessed.

"Hey, you're at home now. Don't worry about work for the next few days. Go play with Noah, take a bath and relax, while I cook dinner for you."

Olivia pulled away with an amused half-smile on her face. "Who are you and what did you do with Hank?"

"Listen, I can cook, and I don't like seeing you stressed. You spend so much time taking care of others, so let me take care of you." He said rubbing his hands up and down her arms gently. Just one look at her and he could tell the extra workload was getting to her more than she wanted to admit.

"You know I love you, right?" He was right. Her entire life was spent taking care of others, and now she had someone that always wanted to make sure she was taken care of.

"It's kind of hard not to." He said with that cocky smile that Olivia had a love/hate relationship with.

She rolled her eyes. "I take it back now."

He chuckled. "You know I love you." He said before capturing her lips and pushing her against the counter.

She was tired, very tired, but she was never too tired for Hank, especially not like this. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and brought him closer to her. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss and Hank immediately forced his tongue in. She moaned and bucked her hips into him.

This only fueled his need for her. His hands went from her hips to her belt buckle. That's when Olivia pulled away.

"Lucy is upstairs."

"Then I guess you gotta be quiet." He said smirking and moving his lips and attention to her neck.

"Hank." She slightly moaned, but had no intention of pushing him away from her.

His hand moved from her hip to her breast, and slightly squeezed it gaining a low groan from Olivia.

"Let me send Lucy home, first." She said grabbing his hands and pushing them to his side.

"Fine, but hurry up." He said reluctantly stepping away from her.

Even at her age, Hank still found her incredibly irresistible, and that always made her feel confident with him especially after she struggled with body image issues after Lewis. She smiled as she walked past him and let out a small gasp when she felt him smack her ass, but still smirked. Her second wind had just kicked in, and she knew she was going to be up for the rest of the night with Hank.

"Mama!" Noah ran with a slight waddle to Olivia.

"Hi, baby. I missed you." Olivia picked him up and looked over at Lucy. "Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver."

Lucy got up from the floor and smiled. "So, I've heard. He was no problem as always."

"I'm glad. I'm off for the next couple of days, which means you can finally get a break."

"Music to my ears." Lucy said smiling. "I'll get going. You guys have a good night." She said before walking out of the bedroom.

"Well, it's time for bed, Noah." Olivia said walking over to the Noah's bed.

"No, mama." He said trying to get out of her arms.

Olivia couldn't do anything but smile. He was getting in that stage where "no" was his favorite word and he hated bedtime. "Yes, sweetie." She said laying him down.

He started pouting and she knew what was next. Before he could get his whine out, she spoke to him in a soft tone. "Do I need to go get pops?" As much as Olivia hated it, Hank handled bedtime better than she could. Noah wouldn't even make so much as a peep.

Noah quickly shook his head and Olivia smiled. Fighting Noah to go to sleep was the last thing she wanted to deal with tonight.

"I love you, my angel." She said kissing his forehead before she pulled the covers over his little body. She walked out of his room and closed the door behind her.

She made her way to her bedroom and took Hank up on his offer. A bath sounded nice, but she was bound to fall asleep, and she needed to put something in her stomach. She settled on hot shower instead.

"Something smells delicious." Olivia said as she walked down the stairs in just one of Hank's t-shirts. She loved his wardrobe more than hers.

"Something looks delicious." He said turning to look at her with a smile on his face.

"Oh, stop." She said blushing taking a seat at the counter. "What are you making me?"

"Baked BBQ chicken, brown rice, and asparagus." He said turning back to the stove.

"That sounds delicious. How was your day?" She asked. She felt like they haven't had a real conversation in weeks.

"It was pretty good. Jersey is still getting used to having an Intelligence Unit out here, and don't know what cases to send to us. It's pretty amusing, to be honest." He said opening the oven to check on the chicken. "Your workload?"

"Hell." She said with a sigh. She got up from her seat and moved past Hank to get to the wine glasses. She grabbed two glasses. "Tucker also dropped by and told me that I have to take my Lieutenant exam or they'll send in someone else." She grabbed the bottle of wine from the wine holder and made her way back to her seat.

"You don't sound too happy about the promotion, so I don't know if I should congratulate you or not." He said slightly chuckling.

"I'm not in this job for the politics, so I'm not ecstatic about it. Do I like that they trust and like me enough to continue moving up in ranks, I can't complain." She said with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Hey," he turned to look at her. "We need more good police in higher up positions. I'm proud of you for staying true to yourself all this time." He said in a sincere voice. Dealing with his fair share of assholes that was above him, he would have loved to have someone like Oliva in charge.

She loved when Hank would put his bad boy persona aside and actually make her blush and smile so hard. "That means a lot to me. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said leaning across the counter to kiss her.

She leaned in to close the space between them and put her feelings into the kiss. She was beyond stressed about work and this promotion, but Voight always had a way of calming her nerves almost instantly.

The oven timer going off ruined the moment, and they both pulled away from each other chuckling. "Dinner is ready." He said getting ready to take the chicken out.

"And your dessert is ready to be eaten." She said in a purposefully low tone.

Hank almost dropped the pan hearing her say that. "Benson." He said in a warning tone. She was going to be the death of him one day.

"Sorry, Sarge." She said sitting back in her seat.

"You'll be sorry later." He said as he started to make their plates.

"I hope so." She said smirking.