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Chapter 3

Olivia sprang up in bed as her phone rang. She fumbled about before finally finding it and answering. "Benson..." She said, before dropping her suddenly throbbing head into her other hand. She felt like she had a mini samba band playing in her head.

"Hey it's Casey." She heard.

"Hey." She answered, suddenly feeling a little queasy. "How was Mr. Huge?" She asked her groggily.

"Mr. Huge is really Mr. less than average." Casey confessed sounding very disappointed.

"Too bad..." She said trying to sound sympathetic. She flopped back down in bed, quickly regretting it as the alcohol swished in her fragile stomach and her head throbbed harder. "Ouch…" She cried.

"Are you okay?" Casey asked her.

"No my head feels like it was hit by a bus…twice." She told her. "I remember going in some bar after you left me last night and I remember nothing after that…" She said, until suddenly like a light bulb she remembered a kiss.

She sprang up in bed again, and again quickly regretted it. Casey was about to say something but she cut her off. "Oh my god I had the kiss…" She said.

"What kiss?" Casey asked.

"The one…you' know…the one. The one from the guy I know I'm supposed to be with, oh my god Case it was amazing." She said.

"Well great. Who was it?" Casey asked.

Olivia suddenly had to think, but nothing. "I have no idea." She said.

"Well I guess it's back to speed dating and singles bars for us." Casey said.

"No I have to remember who kissed me, I just have to Casey...God why can't I remember?" She said frustrated.

"Because you were very very pissed by the sounds of things." Casey said. "Look I know this great guy for you. He's smart, funny, soo sexy." She said. "Meet him, you'll love him." She said.

"Fine..." Olivia agreed.

"Great. Look I have to go, but I'll see you later." Casey said.

"Yea, see ya." Olivia replied, hanging up.

She put her fingers up to her lips, she could still feel the kiss on them and the way it had made her feel; loved, wanted, safe, special.

She couldn't understand why she couldn't remember the person who had kissed her, well she did understand it was because she had been so wasted, but she knew she would remember that kiss anywhere

She tried to remember how she had got home and trying to figure it out was killing her head, so she quickly give up on the idea, she figured she probably just got a cab or something.

No matter what though, she knew she had to find the person who had kissed her, he was the one, she just knew it. She just wished she knew who it was because she didn't want to wait, because she didn't want to be alone anymore.

She got up and walked through her deserted and lonely apartment, releasing she was still wearing last night's clothes. Suddenly she had to stop as she felt the bile rising in her throat, then she had to make a quick dash for the bathroom.

- - - - - -

Elliot had left Olivia's apartment whilst she was still asleep. He hadn't wanted to wake her or freak her out by being there when she woke up with a hangover from hell, which he knew she was going to have. Although he had found it very hard to leave, she was the most beautiful sleeping woman he had ever seen.

He looked up as he saw Olivia stumble into the squad room and over to her desk. He couldn't help but think how cute a hung over person she made. Her little self-pitying whimpers made him weak at the knees. "You okay?" He asked her.

She folded her arms on her desk and then dropped her head into them. He heard her mumble something that sounded like 'no'.

"Hung over?" He asked her."

She now mumbled something that sounded like 'yes'.

"I don't even remember a thing…" She said looking up at him. "…I don't remember drinking. I don't remember where I got drunk. I have absolutely no idea how I got home after speed… wherever it was I went last night." She said, quickly stopping herself from telling him she was desperate enough to go speed dating.

Elliot looked around, noticing it was empty he was going to ask her did she remember kissing him, but she beat him to it.

"I do remember kissing this guy, this unbelievable life changing kiss." She said. "I just have no idea who he is…was…is…whatever..." She said sounding pissed off at herself. "Trust me to meet the guy of my dreams and be too pissed to be able to remember it." She said angrily.

Elliot just looked at her, he realized she really didn't remember anything, not her behavior at the bar, not him carrying her home or putting her to bed, not even that it was him who had left her with such a memorable kiss.

He was so tempted to tell her, but he wanted her to remember it herself. It would be his way of finding out whether or not he was really worth it to her. He figured if it had meant that much to her she would eventually remember it had been him.

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The shift had just never seemed to end for Olivia. Being hung over and in work was not something she was planning on ever doing again. She had left work and come straight home, showered and changed into a little black dress with a pair of black heels to match. She was ready for her date tonight with Casey's friend.

Casey had given her friend Olivia's number and he had wasted no time ringing her. She had arranged for him to come over to her place, that way if it turned out as disastrous as the speed dating had, she could just push him through the front door, lock it and change into her pajamas and not have to of walked home.

She had ordered in Chinese that had arrived 5 minutes before her date was set to get here, but he still hadn't turned up. Bored she walked over to the stereo and turned it on. She had to laugh at the familiar song that was playing, torturing her.

Friday night she had a date
Cell phone junky a half hour late
that's the biz baby


She's riding out the twists of fate
She's had all that she can take
She says something's gotta give

She suddenly heard a knock on the door. She looked at the clock, if this was her date he was more than half an hour late. She walked over to the door and opened it, to find him standing there talking away on his phone to someone named Cindy, he hadn't even registered she was there.

She waited for a minute until finally he noticed her. He flashed her one of his best smiles, but she just shook her head and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her before grabbing the Chinese for herself and walking over to the couch and falling down on it.

She piled some of the noodles into her mouth as she kicked her shoes off with her feet. She listened to the music before quickly becoming annoyed at it.

Something's gotta give me butterflies
Something's gotta make me feel alive
Something's gotta give me dreams at night
Something's gotta make me feel alright
I don't know where it is
But something's gotta give

She snatched the remote off the couch and shut the stereo off. "I get it!" She yelled at the now silent stereo. She slumped back into the couch, continuing to eat her noodles. She was drawing the world's biggest blank as to something as easy as remembering who had kissed her. She had to find out because if she didn't, she was going to go crazy…

TBC

Dates from hell are the best…LOL. They make you happy you're single.

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