"Good afternoon detective." Cynthia said as she walked up to the counter recognizing her three o'clock from the picture she was given.

"You must be Cynthia." Olivia answered as she extended her hand. She figured the woman before her was early to mid thirties and carried herself with an air of confidence that she hadn't seen in a while.

"I am and it will be my pleasure to work with you today." Cynthia said with a smile "If you will follow me."

"Lead the way." Olivia answered with a smile on her face. There was something about this woman that you couldn't help but smile.

"Normally I would ask what would you like have done." Cynthia stated as she covered her with the black apron "But I have received my orders on how your hair is to be done tonight."

"And just how would my mystery man like my hair done for tonight?"

Cynthia laughed when she heard the contempt and anger in Olivia's voice. "He would like for you to have blonde streaks through it and cut it very short."

"What?" Olivia asked spinning in her seat to look at the hair stylist. It had taken her over a year to grow it back out the way it was. Granted she did like the shorter cut mainly because it took less time to get ready for work. But she had discovered having the spiked look like she did brought in all the younger lesbians who was just looking for a good time. She was well past the age of playing and no longer desired to have a different woman every night..

Cynthia pulled a picture from her apron and handed it Olivia. She recognized the picture almost immediately they had been celebrating the conviction of a rapist where all the evidence was circumstantial at best. The part that she remembered most about that night was it was the first time Alex had actually joined them for celebratory drinks. When Olivia had asked her about it later in the evening, with the help of a little liquid courage, she had told her that this was the first time she truly felt like part of the team.

"I suppose you aren't at liberty to tell me who wanted my hair cut like this are you?" Olivia asked hoping for once someone could answer her question.

"No I am not but what I can tell you is that is what they desire for you to have. I was given instructions to cut it in that manner but if you insist on it being different to have you read this." Cynthia handed Olivia another envelope "If after reading it if you still wanted something different then to do as you ask. Yes, they would like you to have that hair cut but what matters most to them is that you are happy and satisfied. I personally wish I had someone who was willing to cater to my every desire."

"I would like to know who the hell this man is that is catering to my every desire." Olivia mumbled as she opened the envelope.

I used to always think that short hair on women was not attractive. That was at least until I met you. When you walked down the hall with your hair slightly spiked with the still wet look I think I fell for you then. Then the more we passed in the hall the more I found you attractive. Top all that off with your no holds bar attitude it was a done deal for me. As much as I would like to see your cocky, short hair self tonight at dinner it is more important to me that you have what you want. This is about you not me.

Olivia sighed as she reread the note once again before placing it on the counter. Why did she have to acquire a stalker that apparently liked short haired butch women? The poor man was setting himself up for heartbreak.

"Cut it the way they want. I figure it's the least I can do since they have probably spent close to a thousand on me today. That and the fact I am going to have to break his heart."

"Honey if I had a man that looked that good and wanted to cater to my every need I wouldn't deny him that's for sure."

"I will be more than happy to send him your way tonight at dinner because to be quite honest he is far from my type."

"If I wasn't married and believed in cheating I would take you up on it but I made a vow to forsake all others about five years ago. Besides there is no one else on this earth who could love me and treat me the way that my husband does."

It was almost an hour later when Olivia's cell phone rang. She silently prayed to the lord above that it wasn't a case that required her to come back to work. As bad as it was she wanted, no needed to know, who was doing this. After apologizing for the disruption Olivia snatched her cell phone and quickly answered it.

"Do you mind telling me why the hell you haven't been answering my calls?" Olivia asked after looking at the caller ID and seeing that it was finally Alex calling her back.

"Since I'm looking at my left hand and I don't see a ring there I'm going with I don't have to answer to you. Even if we were married I still wouldn't have to answer to you." Alex shot back. She knew Olivia was short tempered over what was going on but that gave her no right to talk to her the way she was. Although there was a side of Alex that wished she had someone who would answer like that because they were concerned. Something that she desperately wanted but it didn't look to be in her future anytime soon.

"I'm sorry Alex. It's been a rough day." Olivia sighed fighting back the urge to run her fingers through her hair.

"I don't see how spending the day at the spa serves as a rough day. If that's your definition of a rough day I would gladly take it over our normal rough days."

"At the Spa I was met with a driver who took me to a clothing store upon where my outfit has been chosen for tonight. Then from there I'm at a hair salon having my hair done the way they wished for it to be done for me to meet this man at dinner tonight."

"A man?"

"Yes Alex a man. Everywhere I have gone and asked about it I was told that a man paid for everything and not to reveal who he was. Because at some point there was something in my demeanor that stated I wanted a man. Not sure what but apparently there was."

Alex couldn't help but laugh out loud hearing Olivia say that. There was truly nothing about Olivia that screamed she was straight whereas with her it was a common misconception.

"I'm glad I can be a source of amusement for you."

"I'm sorry" Alex gasped "I really am. Listen I will make this up to you this weekend. We'll stop by the movie store on the way and you can choose every cheesy movie you can find."

"We were doing that already remember."

"Oh yeah. We'll I guess I'll find some other way to make it up to you."

"You can call your friend at H.W. Carter & Sons and find out who paid for everything."

"Consider it done and I will call you as soon as I know something."

"Thanks." Olivia said getting ready to hang up "Oh and Alex I promise to make up for my attitude this weekend."

"I know you will detective I don't doubt that." Alex said with a smirk as she hung up the phone.

"My apologies" Olivia said again to Cynthia "I'm hoping she can help me figure this out before I meet whoever this is for dinner."

"It's not a problem." Cynthia assured her as she took the black cover off her. "As a matter of fact you are finished."

Olivia looked herself over in the mirror and she had to admit she did look pretty damn good. With the outfit she had on and the hair cut she was willing to bet if she hit the club she could at least walk away with one night. Granted she was past the age of one night stands but sometimes there were urges you just couldn't ignore.

"Thank you" Olivia said reaching for her wallet until Cynthia stopped her "Everything including my tip has been covered. Please go enjoy dinner and try not to kill the man."

"No promises" Olivia called back as she walked out of the salon and slid back into the back seat of the car.

A/N: I had every intention of this being the chapter that reveals Olivia's suitor but my muse didn't play it like that. I promise if I am able to update tomorrow and I say that because I am back to work now till Friday, I will reveal who her mystery man is. I am so thankful that everyone has enjoyed this story so far and again try not to kill me once it's discovered. Remember no matter what I always love you guys