So, finally a longer chapter as I promised. I'm sorry the last chapter was all in italics, I only realised when someone mentioned it in a review. It wasn't intentional!
I am taking some artistic licence and changing a few things from the real SVU. In this fanfic, Olivia never adopted Noah, and I've elimnated the Olivia/Lewis storyline.
This is mainly due to future chapters, that will come if people carry on enoying this story! Thanks so much for reading/following/leaving reviews. It makes me happy :)

Gracie's POV

"Can I buy you a drink?"
I turned around to the woman that had suddenly appeared at my side. She was my type. Tall, dark, long legs. Everything I would usually be extremely interested in. Interested until they wanted my number the next day, that was. I had three rules. Rule One - Always go back to her place. Rule Two - Give her the night of her life. Rule Three - Never give her my number. I had a type, but I was by no means superficial. Long legs caught my eye, but the way a woman held herself, the personality she projected to the room, that's what I found sexy. Tonight, things were different. I wasn't looking for a one night stand. Then again, this woman was hot, and maybe I could fuck my new Lieutenant out of my system.
"No", I said, holding her eyes with mine. "But I'll buy you one."

Waking up in a foreign bed wasn't actually that foreign to me at all, but this morning I had absolutely no idea whose bed I was in or where I was. Once I could see properly, I turned to look at the sleeping body beside me and, to my dismay, it wasn't the same woman who had first approached me at the bar last night. I never, ever got so drunk I couldn't remember. I like to be in control of myself, my actions. But I was nursing a sore ego. Quite honestly, I was also nursing some hurt feelings, something that felt extremely unfamiliar. I had spent the last two years of my life keeping everyone and everything but work at arms length. And up til now, it had been enough to hold myself together. So this, this feeling of passion that even the thought of her evoked in me, scared the hell out of me. She could go from fierce, to gentle, to compassionate, to damn right cold, all in a matter of moments. The way she was so good at breaking the perp, and saving the victim, all in one fell swoop was mesmerising. And God, did it turn me on. I had seen it. Right before my eyes, yesterday. She held that girl, and made everything right in her dark little world, just for a moment. Yes, it was me who had built the connection. Me she had reached out for when that God awful exam was looming over her. But Olivia... when she had crouched down and looked at Sky, that little girl was instantly drawn in. And as was I. When she looked at you, she really looked at you. Like she was exploring the depths of your soul, with those eyes that could tell you 100 stories, all at once. And fuck me, it made my stomach flip. Shot a desire right through me, and down into my aroused core.

Aaaargh. I needed to get out of this apartment, now, before I had to deal with the awkwardness of leaving whilst my latest conquest was awake. I was about to do the walk of shame. I just wasn't sure if that was walking home in last night's clothes, or walking into the squad room of my new Lieutenant.

I was pretty stressed out by the time I stepped into the elevator.
"I'm what? Your boss?"
I'd literally been playing what had happened the previous evening over and over in my head. This woman had me in a spin. There was a spark. Too big to ignore. But apparently that's exactly what she wanted to do. She was hiding behind her authority as my CO, but I knew that that was just a very convenient excuse. Problem was, excuse or not, I had been completely inappropriate last night and deserved her pissed reaction. I hadn't necessarily had any sort of agenda when I'd gone to see her. I just wanted to be near her, talk to her. I wanted to get to know her away from the heaviness of the job. But the moment I saw her, primal instinct kicked in, and I had stood just a little too close. Flirted, enjoying her blatant need to keep her body trained away from mine.
I took a deep breath as I turned the corner into the squad room, hoping that my captain wasn't there waiting to drag me back to Brooklyn. But things appeared relatively normal, relaxed even. Amanda and Fin were sat in the bullpen, arguing lightheartedly over something they were watching on the TV. Sonny was sat at his desk, frowning at the screen of his laptop. I really liked him. There was a lot beneath that innocent demeanour, and he was extremely passionate about his work at SVU. He'd done a really good job yesterday, working the perp. Left him jonesing for long enough to drag a pretty indifferent confession out of that piece of scum.
He looked up as I headed for the desk I'd been assigned and he gave me his lovely, lopsided grin.
"Morning Sarge", he said, standing up. "Coffee?"
"Looks like you're not a good cop either." Fuck, even asking for tea was making me squirm.
"Sit down, let me make you one. I'm still trying to make a good impression here, Sonny. You gotta help me out a bit." His grin widened and he sat back down whilst I wondered over to make our drinks. Just as I was doing so, a slightly flustered looking Olivia Benson rushed into the squad room, and I had to shift myself quickly to stop us colliding. Time stood still for a second as our eyes met, and she realised who she was looking at. She looked tired. Beautiful, but tired. This woman could act hard, but her eyes were too expressive, and I assumed would always give her away. Which is probably the exact reason she quickly looked away from me, and carried on towards her office whilst I tried to keep my eyes from looking at those perfect legs.
"I'm sorry I'm late guys." She looked across at Fin and Amanda, who had remained relaxed at the arrival of their CO. "So I take it all reports from yesterday are done and on my desk?", she asked, annoyance in her voice. They both jumped up and moved towards their desks.
"Sorry Lieu, got a little distracted. Almost done with those reports, though."
"Well don't let almost take too long." And with that, she went into her office and closed the door. Amanda blew out some breath and looked over towards Sonny and I.
"Please tell me one of you guys can save my ass with this."

Olivia's POV

I was running late. And just how it always was when you're running late, the world had been working against me. The coffee line was long, traffic was bad, and I'd spent the whole time with my cell glued to my ear, arguing with the ADA who was working the case from yesterday. I liked her, she was a brilliant advocate for abused children and fought hard to get justice for them. But despite an airtight case, she was dragging her feet due to the credibility of the Mother, and I was pissed. It wasn't helping that their were other things affecting my mood today. I was sleep deprived, after tossing and turning for most of the night.
I'm her boss. She's a woman. I'm her boss.
I had kept repeating this to myself, over and over. I was so confused by this woman. Yes, she was stunning. Yes, her body looked incredible when she moved. But I worked around women like this all the time, and had never thought about any of them in this way. I had never thought of any woman like this. It wasn't even because she was being so flirtatious with me. I had felt something the moment her eyes had roamed over my body yesterday morning. I had never really thought about my sexuality before. I remember my first crush. His name was Henry and I remembered how my body turned to Jello every time he had so much as looked at me. My best friend Amelia and I had spent hours obsessing over him and his best friend, Jake. I'd become sexually active at a young age. Doing beauty pageants all through highschool meant I attracted plenty of attention, but I was into older guys. Any shrink would have loved to tell me how that all stemmed back to my father, but whatever the reason, guys my own age had seemed so young. I craved a man, who was tall, with big arms that made me feel safe when he held me. And that was what had always turned me on. A hard naked body against my chest, muscular hips grinding into mine, our bodies connected as my nails raked down his back...
Whilst I was wide awake last night, I'd imagined what it would be like to be together. I'd imagined doing things to her, and her doing things to me. And it had both excited me and terrified me in equal measures. No, Gracie wasn't physically broad, with big strong hands. But it didn't seem to matter. I barely knew her, yet I was sure she had more strength than any of the muscular men I'd been with. She had a big ego, but unlike the men I'd dated that had been egotistical, it only made her more attractive.
I was in a pretty bad mood by the time I stepped off the elevator and rushed towards the squadroom, and as the world was continuing to conspire against me, I nearly collided straight into the woman that had kept me from my sleep. She swiftly moved to the side, her surprised expression turning to one of apprehension when she realised who she had nearly crashed into. Usually so sure of herself, she looked awkward, and guilt crept into the fire that had ignited in my stomach. Move. Just keep moving. I just needed to get into my office, the office that had offered me a sanctuary so many times. As I headed towards it, I spoke to my team in a way they really didn't deserve, barking orders at them which was something I rarely did.
Once inside my office, I let out the breath I didnt realise I was holding.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
I was acutely aware that, as her boss, it was my job to stop this from happening. But God, I hoped she would meet me halfway. I was spinning, I was confused, and I wasn't sure that I was in control of this situation at all.