Olivia walked into her apartment, feeling fresh and happy. She was usually exhausted after work, but since she'd come late and gotten to sleep in (not to mention she'd gotten to sleep with Bono so her sleep had been ten times better), she was feeling great. She wondered what she was supposed to wear. Where were they going? Knowing that they were rockstars who didn't want to be seen, they'd probably have somewhere a little bit private and fancy picked out. Olivia decided to call just in case because she needed to tell Bono that Elliot wasn't coming anyways.

She called him and he answered on the third ring.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey. Elliot didn't want to come. But I think he's a little less pissed off now at least. Thanks for inviting him anyway."

"No problem. I guess I felt pretty bad that I'd rained on his parade with you yesterday.."

"Well, maybe you sort of rained on his parade, but you didn't rain on mine at all," she assured.

"Oh, good," he replied.

"So, uh, I know you don't usually ask the date what to wear, but...where are we going? I mean, is this thing casual, or...?"

"It's not too formal, but if you've got a dress-"

"I've got plenty of dresses," she cut in humorously.

"You should wear a dress probably...if for anything, just so I get to see you in a dress," he finished.

Olivia laughed. "All right, I'll wear a dress. So I'll see you...?"

"Yeah, I'll be there around 6:45," he answered.

"Okay. Bye," she said.

"Buh-bye."

Bono couldn't wait to see how this was going to go down. He knew his band mates were fine with Olivia because when he'd called them all and asked them to come to dinner, they gladly accepted the offer and each had asked him how serious he thought their relationship could turn out, and how long they would be together, and if they were together at all...he couldn't really answer their questions very well. They were already asking a ton about her and he'd been with her all of twenty-one hours. But nevertheless, they had seemed happy to get to have dinner with her. Larry Mullen Jr. was especially ecstatic, while Edge and Adam had just been kind of like, "Oh, yeah, cool. I like that chick."

Bono looked in his enormous closet to find some clothes. Since Olivia was dressing up, and he'd told the other members of U2 to look decent, he decided on a white suit with a black shirt underneath and a white tie; the opposite of a tuxedo colorwise. He knew he'd probably get the expensive suit dirty and never be able to use it again, but he didn't actually care at all. He had plenty of money to buy any suit he wanted to buy on any occasion.

He sprayed himself with his favorite cologne, the cologne that Olivia had complimented him on last night during the ride to his house. Then he brushed his hair a bit. He really liked her. He wasn't really picky, and he wasn't a hard person to please at all (even if he was a famous rockstar), but something stuck out about Olivia that Bono had never found in anybody. She was just special.

After checking over himself in the mirror and making sure he looked okay, he grabbed his wallet, stuck it in his pocket, popped a piece of gum into his mouth, and left his apartment to get to the limousine that he had called an hour ago and told to wait for him.

After trying on several different dresses, Olivia finally decided on a dark red dress. Red was her color, in her opinion. It was strapless and tight around her chest, but loose and flowing down to her knees. The design was decently casual, but it was made out of a pretty and more dressy fabric that was sparkly. When she thought of it as sparkly, it seemed like she was talking from a kid's perspective...but the dress really was sparkly. Glittery. There was no other way to say it. It was a nice dress.

Olivia put on some perfume, extra make-up, silver shoes, and she curled her hair a little. She didn't put on lip gloss though because she didn't want to look crazy dressy. She kind of wanted to just play it cool, just kind of like, 'I put on the first dress I could find and these were the only shoes that matched' type of thing, so she just put on some chapstick.

She grabbed her silver purse and sat down on her couch. She put in a U2 CD and listened to the first song; 'Pride'.

Before Bono had gotten to Olivia's apartment, he got the limo driver to stop at a little flower shop on the way. He leaned in to speak with the driver.

"I'm sorry, could you go get me a red rose, sir? I don't want to get out because...you know...I don't really want to be seen," he said. He knew that if he was seen, he would be stopped, and some stupid reporter would ask why he was buying a rose when everybody knew that he and his wife weren't together anymore (that had accidentally came out once in an interview and now everyone knew), and he knew they'd follow him all the way to Olivia's apartment and then they'd all find out that they were together and would blow things way out of proportion and say things like, 'he's proposing to her tonight', even though they'd only been together one day. He hoped that Olivia's apartment building would be fairly desolate and he could just drop down his head and nobody would notice him. There were many people who had no idea who he was, so sometimes he got lucky, but there were a whole, whole lot of people who did know exactly who he was. A lot of them loved him, and a lot of them hated him. Either way, he was harrassed daily.

The driver took some money from Bono and went into the flower shop. He emerged a few minutes later with a perfect rose and once again started driving to Olivia's apartment.

As she was listening to 'Sunday Bloody Sunday', Olivia was pretty sure she heard a knock on her door. She couldn't be too sure because of the awesome drums in the song, but she got up and went to the door anyway. When she opened it, she saw Bono standing there, looking amazing and smelling amazing too, so she pushed a button on her stereo remote and the power went off.

Bono laughed. "You're listening to U2 right now, of all times?"

Olivia smiled. "Well...I guess it's just kind of cool to be like, 'wow, I've met this guy with the greatest voice ever and the most awesome lyrics,'" she explained.

He laughed again. He handed her the rose. "Oh, you, look, so, beautiful, tonight," he sang quietly as he hugged her.

"Thanks so much!" she said. "And you smell good," she added, kissing his jaw and then turning around and grabbing her purse.

"Thanks."

"You look great too," she said.

"Thanks again," he replied.

"How did you get past people?" Olivia asked.

"I just kind of kept my head down. A few people saw me but I don't think they recognized me," he explained.

"Oh. That's good," she said.

They left her apartment and went down to the limousine waiting on them.

"So where are we going?" Olivia questioned as the limo pulled away from her apartment building.

Bono looked at her. "Well, we can't exactly go to somewhere like Applebee's or anything. There always seems to be a riot when the guy at the service desk yells "U2, party of four!""

Olivia laughed. "I'd imagine."

"So we're probably going to the Twenty-One Club. Nobody there cares if they see a celebrity because you can see them all the time in there, and everybody there is a socialite who thinks they're better than celebrities anyway. So nobody pays much attention to you. It's pretty nice," he said.

"It sounds pretty nice," Olivia replied. "So you really get sick of people loving you?"

Bono thought about this for a long minute. He looked away and Olivia continued to look at him expectantly. He laughed a little and looked back at her. "Eh...to be honest with you, I think there's more people who hate me than people who like me," he explained.

Olivia looked very doubtful. "No, of course there's not...now, I'm not really going to deny that there's people who hate you, but...I will say that I don't really understand why."

He stared at her gratefully. "Thanks for that. I guess people don't like me because a lot of people aren't into the whole world peace type of thing. People from the U.S. aren't willing to give any money to people from South Africa and neither are people from Europe, and I guess that it just bugs a lot of people that I ask them to. The way I see it is...I just...I don't understand why, when the U.S. and Europe are so wealthy, they can't give some of that wealth to places that are so poor like Africa," he explained.

Olivia nodded. "I completely understand."

Bono laughed. "I'm not going to be pissed off if you don't. You don't have to agree with my political views. A lot of people don't."

Olivia shook her head with surprise. "No, I really do feel the same way," she promised. "I don't get why people could hate you so much for wanting that. It's really ridiculous."

Bono nodded. "Yeah. But anyway...I'm not going to start talking your ear off about this stuff. To be truthful, I really don't like talking about it with people too often. It gets tiring because too many reporters ask about it," he chuckled.

Olivia smiled. "Yeah, that's got to get annoying after a while."

"So do you like being a cop?" he asked.

Olivia grinned. "I love it. I work with great people," she started. "When they're not drunk..." she added humorously.

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "But is it hard? The cases?"

Olivia went kind of silent. "Yeah. It definitely gets hard. The victims' faces just kind of haunt you after a while because you see too many dead faces and upset faces...it gets hard because you never get to see anybody happy. Everybody's always upset. The victims are always crying from the pain of their attack, and when you bring in anybody to interrogation, they're automatically pissed that they're getting questioned by the cops," she explained, her eyes flicking from his eyes to the ground every few seconds.

Bono was quiet. He sighed. "That's got to be upsetting. Have you ever done undercover work, or been in danger or anything?"

Olivia fell completely silent. Should she tell him about the times she'd been undercover? Should she tell him that she was in danger quite often? She wasn't sure.

"Uh...yeah, I mean...yeah," she said, unable to find better words.

"Wait, have you not? I'm just...wondering if you do the kind of stuff I see in movies," he said, laughing a little.

Olivia laughed too, feeling a little better about it. It wasn't like she had to open up about anything. "Well, yeah, I've been in danger. All of my squad has. And I go undercover quite a bit. I don't go undercover as much anymore, though. A few years back, there was a bit of an incident while I was undercover in a prison, so I try to always avoid going undercover alone anymore."

Bono looked serious again. "You went undercover alone?"

"Yeah," she answered.

"What happened?" he asked.

Luckily enough, Olivia had gotten to a point that she was able to never break down when thinking about her attack, so it wasn't all that hard to talk about anymore. She'd already been forced by many counselors to talk about it, so it wasn't that hard to think about anymore either. It was still upsetting, but she had talked about it with Elliot and she'd been fine. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to burden Bono with the subject of her attack.

"I'm not sure if you really want to know about it," she warned.

He looked a little confused. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I wouldn't mind knowing..."

She was quiet a minute, and then she readjusted herself in the limo seat.

"I was in a prison, trying to catch a rapist. I ended up locked up in a basement with him, and I couldn't get out, so...I guess he tried to take advantage of that. He tried to rape me. But it didn't really work because another detective got there in time. I was fine. I just knew I never wanted to be in the situation again," she said.

It was so easy to open up to him. Olivia had waited two years before she'd told Elliot exactly what had happened, but she had told Bono within the first day of knowing him.