AN: First off, thank you so much for your reviews!! Glad to know that there are other Paramore fans out there! This is my first fanfic, so your feedback is much appreciated!
And before I forget….still don't own em, and apparently trying to pass yourself off as Hayley Williams is a felony. Oops
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score
And why do we like to hurt so much?
I can't decide
You have made it harder just to go on
Why? All the possibilities… well, I was wrong
Olivia Benson stumbled to her apartment, swearing as she fumbled with the unfamiliar keys. Damn the Feds. All she wanted was a hot bath and a cold drink, and they were still screwing with her plans. Her mood worsened as she took in her dark and dusty apartment. Why the hell had she thought taking this assignment was a good idea?
Because of a certain blue-eyed pain in the ass, her inner voice responded. Because of Elliot, who'd driven her away with his moods. Because of Elliot, she'd lived with complete strangers, and very strange, smelly strangers at that. Because of Elliot, she'd nearly been brained by that jackass deputy. And that was just for starters.
For every detective, there is The Case. The one you risked absolutely everything for, the one that took a piece of your soul with every day it went unsolved. As an SVU detective, Olivia ran across more atrocious crimes than most. However, this last one had been especially disturbing. It was even more disturbing when Olivia realized that her primary coping mechanism was across the country and hardly likely to answer her calls.
That's what you get when you let your heart win – whoa
That's what you get when you let your heart win – whoa
Drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
That's what you get when you let your heart win - whoa
Deciding she was too tired to be rational, Olivia threw her duffle onto her bed and made a beeline for the tub. Halfway there, she hurried back to the duffle, rummaged around, and withdrew a bottle of wine and a card. Olivia, congrats on solving the case. Interested in a celebratory dinner? – Dean 555-1978. Olivia smiled as she padded back to the tub, bottle and glass in hand. She sank into the suds and saw no reason to hold back a moan of bliss. Minutes later, she was asleep.
I wonder…how am I supposed to feel when you're not here
Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here
I still try holding onto silly things I never learn
Oh why? …all the possibilities, I'm sure you've heard
Something's up. Elliot Stabler's nerves – what his son Dickie used to call his "Spidey Senses" were tingling. Huang had just entered the squadroom, accompanied by a man in a suit, tie, and shades. Gee, it's FBI Ken. Elliot stopped pretending to do his paperwork and watched as Huang and the fibbie made an oh-so-casual beeline for Cragen's office. It took less than a minute for Cragen to step out of his office and bestow his patented "nothing to see here" glare. His gaze met Elliot's, and the Captain's eyes narrowed. Elliot returned fire with his equally potent innocent look. Cragen prudently withdrew, snapping his office blinds shut.
Elliot seized the moment, grabbing his jacket and heading for the exit. If anyone asked he was just taking his lunch break. At three o'clock in the afternoon. He could deal with the Captain's wrath after he'd dealt with Liv's. Why else would the feds come to the 1-6, if not to tell them Olivia was back? As he walked, he kept one hand in his jacket pocket, rubbing a useless set of keys. He couldn't wait for Liv to return to duty and for Beck – thank God she had an appointment today – to leave. Fin would stop giving him death-glares from across the squad room; Munch would leave the coffee machine the hell alone. Most importantly, they would sort their relationship out, put it back to rights. They'd be partners again, just not the same way they'd been before.
Elliot felt optimistic as he knocked on Liv's door. That optimism faded after fifteen minutes. If she was back, she was still pissed at him, which did not bode well. He gave a few more half-hearted knocks before he finally thought to try her cell. As he dialed her number, his own phone began to shrill. Elliot answered the phone; hoping to hear his partner's mellow voice. The voice on the other end of the line was male, authoritative, and far from mellow – his Captain. The chewing-out lasted all the way back to the 1-6.
That's what you get when you let your heart win
That's what you get when you let your heart win
Drowned out all my sense with the sound of its beating
That's what you get when you let your heart win
Olivia awoke with a start, convinced that someone was in her apartment. She climbed out of the tub, grabbed a robe, and hurried to the door. No one was there. She bit her lip in frustration, she could have sworn… With a sigh, Liv finished her glass of wine and picked up the phone.
"Hi Dean, this is Olivia. Just calling to say thanks for the wine and if you're free tomorrow night…"
Pain make your way to me – to me
And I'll always be just so inviting
If I ever start to think straight
This heart will start a riot in me
Why do we like to hurt so much?
That's what you get when you let your heart win