AN: Uh...btw, Olivia was meant to get OOC. That's part of the story. You'll understand by the end of this chapter.

9:28 a.m.

Olivia loved waking up to the amazing scent of Bono. She lifted her head off of his chest and sat up. She yawned, but she tried to do so quietly so she wouldn't wake up the handsome man next to her, who was sleeping happily. She wished she had the luxury of waking up with him every morning. But who knew? Maybe she could end up waking up with him every morning.

She got out of the bed carefully and went into the bathroom. Luckily enough, none of her make-up had come off, but her hair was still messed up and she had looked better. She pulled open a drawer and found a spotless brush that looked like it had never been used before. She brushed her hair carefully and shook it a little. Then she rubbed some sleep out of her eyes and blinked a few times, and she looked good as new. Well, almost, anyway.

Olivia left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. Feeling surprisingly comfortable, she opened the fridge and pulled out some eggs. Then she opened cabinets until she found a pan and some cooking spray.

10:00 a.m.

Bono woke up and was sad to see that Olivia was no longer in bed with him. A scent of breakfast crept into his nostrils so he got up and rubbed his eyes. He went to the bathroom and made sure he didn't look like total hell, and then he went into the kitchen to see what was going on. Olivia was sitting at a bar stool eating some eggs. As he walked closer to her, he saw her nibble on a piece of bacon.

"Morning," he said.

Olivia turned around and smiled. "Morning."

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Better than ever," she answered happily.

"Me too," Bono added before getting a paper plate and serving himself some eggs, bacon, and toast. "Thanks for breakfast," he said.

"No problem," Olivia said.

Bono loved how comfortable she could act around him. Most of the time, fans that got to meet him were always jittery and uncomfortable and super-duper nervous and couldn't talk to him for very long. He was flattered, he truly was, but he'd like to be treated like a human. Olivia acted like he was just a normal guy, only with a hell of a lot more to talk about than most other guys.

"So how many more shows do you have left in New York?" Olivia asked.

"I've only got one more, actually. Then I'm going to Boston, but that's my last place to go. We're almost done with the 360 tour. That's our last place. We've got three shows there, and then for about three months we've got off time to do as we please. But occasionally we'll have days when we'll have to go in and work on new music. Basically, though, we've got three months off and then we've got to go back to Dublin to work on a new album," he explained.

"That's great. Have you wrote any new lyrics?" Olivia questioned, thorwing away her paper plate and washing her fork.

"Ehm...not really," he said with a laugh.

Olivia chuckled. "Has the rest of the band worked on anything?"

"I think Edge has gotten down a few tunes," he said.

Olivia giggled and looked away from him.

He looked at her with an expression of humor. "What?"

She laughed a little more. "Your accent."

He stared at her with a confused smile. "Is there something wrong with it? I'm Irish, remember?"

She laughed again. "I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. I just meant I love it," she said, squeezing his shoulder and walking past him to his couch.

He got up and followed her. "Well, are you just now noticing it or something?"

She smiled. "No, it just really stuck out when you said 'tunes'." Then she began to mimick him and said 'tunes' with a different-sounding u. He laughed and sat down beside her.

They were silent for a minute and then Bono glanced at Olivia with confusion. "Ehm...aren't you a cop?"

"Yep," she answered.

"So don't you have work today?" he pointed out.

Her face dropped. "Oh, shit! I completely forgot...Damn it, here I am in La-La Land with the terrific Bono and I forget about work!" she exclaimed, standing up and running back to the bedroom. She picked up her things and stumbled back into the sitting room.

"Ah..I can take you to work or to your apartment in the limo," he said.

Olivia thought about this for a minute. "No, no, it's okay. As much as I would love that, I can't really go to work in a limo...and I'm sure you don't want to get out in Manhattan, unless you want to spend a few hours giving autographs and answering questions," she said.

Bono stood up. "Right."

Olivia, holding her things, started towards the door. "I'm sorry I have to go so early," she said. "Work's such a pain."

Bono walked towards the door to say goodbye. "Fortunately not for me," he replied. "All right, so when can we get together again?" he asked.

Relief flooded through Olivia's body when he asked that question. She was really hoping he liked her and didn't think of her as some kind of freak. "I...I get off of work at six if I've got all the cases closed and everything," she said. "If I'm in interrogation it'll be longer, but most of the time if our cases aren't done by six then we go into the next day, so..."

"I've got nothing going on after six, so can you just give me your address and I can pick you up?" he asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Uhm..hold on..." she said, finding a pen and paper in Bono's kitchen. She wrote down her address and her phone number and handed him the paper. "Are we coming back here, or...?"

Bono contemplated this question. "Eh...no. Rockstars don't take dates to sit in their living room all night."

Olivia smiled.

"What if we got with the guys and went for dinner? They've got to get to know you better if you're going to be around at all..." he suggested.

"Okay. That sounds awesome. They're fun to be with...I was having a lot of laughs with them the other night...that is, until your sleepy ass came out and ruined it," she joked with a smile.

He laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "All right, well...I'll see you later," he said.

"Bye," she said. "Thanks for everything. I had fun."

He waved and she left his apartment, still wearing Ali Hewson's sweats. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten about work. That wasn't something she ever, ever did. It was always the most important thing in her life. How could she have forgotten about work? This just wasn't her. It wasn't. What was happening to her?