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The Perp.

I shifted slightly whilst trying not to draw attention to myself. My body temperature had started to rise making my jacket feel uncomfortable and restrictive. I knew watching was a bad idea but I couldn't stop myself.

Oh god.

She was using that voice. The one that made most perps want to run for cover. An octave lower than her already deep timbre and sexy as hell.

It was hard enough just watching her stand there, arms folded and eyes narrowed, staring at the suspect in a battle of wills. But hearing her bark at him stirred familiar feelings deep within me.

"Don't lie to me Steven!"

Oh hell!

I was starting to fidget. I risked a quick glance at the other watchers.

Rollins was oblivious to anything but the scene unfolding in the interrogation room, probably trying to figure out what the suspect's deal was.

Munch, however, was watching me from the corner of his beady eye, the shifty little smirk firmly planted on his face.

I simply raised an eyebrow and got a full on grin in return.

I focused my attention back onto my detective.

She was towering over the suspect showing him crime scene photos. I loved this side of Olivia Benson. She was so confident, it almost bordered on cocky.

I looked at the suspect. He was starting to break, starting to lose his cool.

The detective started towards the one way mirror, turning her back on the seated man.

He seized the opportunity and launched himself at her.

I felt a small, strangled cry leave my throat as Olivia turned, ducking under his wildly swinging fist.

Grabbing the back of his shirt, she slammed the man face first into the glass then threw him onto the table in the centre of the room, twisting his hands behind his back as Rollins ran to assist. The younger detective was wearing a look of respect that was clearly visible on her face.

I watched as Rollins led the man from the room. My body was humming pleasantly as Olivia slowly gathered herself and sauntered out to stand by my side.

"Hi." She smiled.

Staring at her over the top of my glasses I issued a command. "My apartment this evening. Do NOT be late detective."

"Yes counsellor."

I walked away hoping the remaining four hours would pass quickly as I had a feeling tonight was going to be fun.

The Victim.

I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. I knew the other two people stood either side of me felt the same way.

Watching this was going to be a bad idea but I was doing it for my detective. Despite the bright, cheerful look of the room, this was not going to be a happy conversation.

Oh honey.

She was using her other voice. The one she reserved for victims, people in pain. A soft, gentle whisper that was full of compassion.

There was a distinct slump to her shoulders as she listened to the little boy recount his horrific story.

I could see the anger and disgust, for his assailant, seething just below the surface.

I glanced at the people around me. Cragen was just shaking his head sadly, probably thinking about the best way to catch the perp.

I looked over at Munch who was looking back at me, the horror on his face mirroring my feelings.

Despite how we felt, the three of us knew that Olivia would take this the hardest. Yet she would carry on, not stopping until the guy was caught.

"I'll be right back, Robbie, honey. Just sit tight."

As the detective stood to leave the room, the little boy flew from his chair grabbing her leg and refusing to let go.

Olivia smiled sadly at the distraught boy then gently pried his small hands from her and calmed him before she turned to leave again, watching as Amaro invited him to draw some pictures.

She shuffled from the room and joined me as Munch and Cragen walked away, discussing what the next move should be.

The look on her face broke my heart. I wanted to gather her in my arms and protect her from everything.

"Hi." The smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Come over to my apartment tonight." I smiled "Try not to be too late, ok honey?"

She just nodded, tiredly.

As I walked away, I hoped the next few hours would fly by as this evening I had some very important duties to attend too.