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"Okay Mr Mathew's, tell us why you killed your wife."
Olivia was in an interrogation room, with Eliza's father Alistair Mathews. Her Princeton PD partner Alex Carson was sitting next to her, his hair messed up and his clothes creased. He had obviously pulled an allnighter.

"Bitch stepped out. Had to keep her from doin' it again."
"Just because she cheated on you, did not give you a right to kill her." Detective Carson said calmly.
"Yeah? Read the weddin' vows lately, Detective?" The man's voice was filled with contempt. "Says 'death do us part.' She didn't follow it, figured I should."
"Really? You're defending your actions on a wedding vow?" Olivia was laughing. 'What a weak defence' she thought.
"Don't laugh at me bitch!" The accused pushed over the table lunging at Olivia. He had almost wrapped his hands around her neck when she swiftly delivered a right hook to his jaw, knocking him unconcious.

The door to the interrogation room opened. "Alex, take him to the holding cell, ice him up and leave him to wake up. He will be fine. Olivia come with me. " Her captain Andrea Fraymer, was cool, carm and collected all the time. Olivia was unable to judge what mood she was in. Her captain's radio went off.
Fraymer listened for the address. "2/42 Rosethorn Rd" the radio emitted.
"Domestic dispute. Go."
"Where is Alex?"
"Take Johanna. She's waiting to go. I'll deal with you later."
"Yes Captain."
She ran into the parking lot, she spotted Johanna in her red Corolla.
"Let's go." Johanna sped off as soon as Olivia had shut her door. A uniformed car followed about 50 metres behind.

They arrived at the address, she noticed a blonde and a brunette fighting, the brunette was wielding a knife, and the blonde seemed to be trying to get out of the grip, while leaning over the railing on the second floor balcony.
"TEACH YOU FOR SQUEALING ON ME BITCH!"
"I DIDN'T SQUEAL! IT WAS OVER 10 YEARS AGO! LET IT GO JESSICA!"
"FUCK YOU ALLISON! IT WAS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! YOU SQUEALED AND YOU FUCKING PUT ME IN PRISON!"
Olivia pulled out her gun. "POLICE, DROP YOUR WEAPON!" Four cops had their guns pointed at the brunette.
Johanna pointed at herself, then the stairs, then Olivia, then the ground. Olivia got it, and stayed put while Johanna snuck up the stairs.
"DROP THE WEAPON!" Olivia screamed at the brunette.
"DROP THIS!" The brunette stuck up her left middle finger at Olivia, realeasing her grip on Allison. Allison sprung into action, kicking, punching and scratching to get away. Johanna made it up the stairs, and tackled the brunette to the ground.
Olivia tore up the stairs and raced to Allison. Johanna pushed Jessica down the stairs in handcuffs. "...Any thing you do say can be used in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you..."
Allison walked up to her.
"Detective Benson. We meet again.
It took a nanosecond to realise this was Eliza's doctor. "Allison. Did she stab you?"
"No, just a scratch to the arm. It's not bad. It's like a paper cut."
"Sure? We can take you to the hospital."
"Your forgetting I'm a doctor. I can take care of myself."
Olivia mentally facepalmed herself. "Of course you can. What happened anyway? Give me the informal version, then we can record it at the station."
"About 10 years ago, Jessica committed assult, and I was one of the three prime witnesses. She got charged with assult, theft, and drug possession. She got five years." Cameron took a breath, "And she blames me for it. My whole family blames me for it. Dad tried to disown me at the age of 17 but he didn't because I went to med school, my step-mum already thought I was a disgrace."
Olivia was shocked. She knew families had deep dark secrets, hell, her mother made Olivia regret her existance every day she was drunk. But everytime she heard a story, she felt more lucky that she had chosen a profession to help stop these stories.
"Are you going to press charges?" Olivia genuinely did not know what the answer was.
"Yes, and I want an intervention. Last time I tried to get one, no-body believed me because there were no witnesses and Jessica had a damn good defence attorney."
"Well, there are four witnesses, both cops and we can testify that Jessica is a threat to your safety."
"Thank you. Do you have a second car? I don't particularly want to ride with Jessica to the station."
"The uniforms took Jessica in their car. You can come with Detective Holden and myself."

It was five fifteen. Olivia had just clocked off for the day when Allison walked back into the station.
"Hi Allison, Are you okay?" Olivia had only just sent her home an hour ago after she had submitted her statement and taken an intervention order against her sister.
"I'm fine. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out today."
"Oh," Olivia was flattered. "Thankyou, I was doing my job."
"I was also wondering if you wanted to go out for a drink."
"Uh, sure. Just let me pack up here."
Allison settled herself in the chair opposite Olivia's desk.
"You know you can go get a coffee if you like. The machine is in the break room."
"I'm fine."
"Okay." Olivia packed up the files, grabbed her coat and bag.
"I'm ready."
"Lets go."

"Where are we going?" Olivia was confused. She didn't like being confused.
"Somewhere." This doctor was infuriating.
"Where?"
"Somewhere."
"C'mon, can't you tell me?"
"Nope. Surprise."
Olivia crossed her arms and stared out the window. There was no point trying to get Allison to talk. She was not going to budge.
"Does anyone tell you that you are very infuriating?"
"Sometimes. My old boss taught me a thing or two."
"Huh."
Allison pulled into a car-park in a club.
"Here we are. Oh. A few of my collegues frequent here as well, so we may run into them."
"Thats okay."
"Lets go."

The club was pumping out fast paced dance music. People were raving and dancing everywhere.
"Why are we here?"
"'Cause the drinks are good, the music is good, and its funny to laugh and watch people." Some blonde guy started waving at Allison.
"There's Chase. C'mon Olivia."
They went over to his table.
"Hey Cameron."
"Hey Chase, how are you?"
"Good. Who is this?" He pointed at Olivia.
"Oh, this is Detective Olivia Benson."
"Hi Detective Benson."
"Call me Olivia."
"Ok, Olivia. Do you want a drink?"
"Uh sure, a light beer thanks."
"Cameron? The usual?"
"Yeah thanks."
Olivia looked at Allison.
"Who is he?"
"He is Dr Robert Chase. We both used to work for House. House fired Chase, and I quit about 3 days later."
"Get sick of working for him?"
"Worked for him for almost 4 years. Got sick of him. Everyone thinks I love him, I mean I did, but I got over him, and everyone still thinks that I love him."
"Complicated. I get it. I know what you mean."
"Yeah."
Chase walked back over with the drinks.
"Olivia, your beer, Cameron your vodka and lemonade, lime on the side, hold the lemon."
"Thanks Chase."
They drank in silence for a few minutes.
"So, what do you do here in Princeton, Olivia?"
"Uh, I'm working on a six-month rotation from Manhattan. I needed a break from the Special Victim's Unit. It just gets so hard to stay unattached to the crimes. And it can make you so angry."
"Oh." Chase almost wished he hadn't asked.
"Uh, you can go dance you know." Cameron noticed the look on his face.
"Is that a hint?"
"No. But I'm sure there is some girl you want to chat up."
"Ok." Chase excused himself and left the table.
"C'mon lets dance."

Olivia and Allison were dancing their way up. Arms and bodies were everywhere, lights flashing and music pumping. Everyone was enjoying themselves.
Olivia had not done this in so long. Being in the SVU squad took up almost all of her time. Failed social life was one of the perks.
She looked at Allison. Her blonde hair was flying everywhere. Her body was almost totally intuned to the music. Her eyes were shut, and hands flying almost gracefully. Olivia felt an emotion she had not felt before. It was taking up her whole body, it was almost controlling her. Unable to contain herself, she leaned into Allison. 'You shouldn't do this Olivia' rang through her mind. She jerked back. But she knew if she did not do it, she would regret it.
She leaned in again, this time nothing went through her mind. It was pure impulse. She leant in and gently kissed Allison on the mouth.
Allison's eyes flew open at the gentle touch. Her eyes were question marks.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry." Olivia turned and walked out of the building.
Allison watched her leave and ran out after her.
Olivia ran through the carpark, pulling out her cell about to call a cab.
"OLIVIA!" Allison called. "WAIT!"
Olivias head snapped around. Her cheeks were on fire, her face was set in a look of embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry Allison, I shouldn't have done it..." Allison put a finger on her mouth to silence her.
"Olivia, it is okay. Seriously. If you hadn't have done it, I would have."
Olivia looked at the woman. "Really?"
"Yeah, I would have." Allison grabbed her hand.
"Lets go back in."
"You sure?" A look of unsurity crossed Olivia's face. Allison stood on her tippytoes and gently brushed her lips over Olivias.
"Definately." A goofy looking smile was plastered on Olivia's face as she walked back into the nightclub.