Olivia and I walk out to the car, still holding hands. "You okay, princess?" she asks again, giving my hand a squeeze.

I nod. "I'm fine." I kiss her cheek. "Thanks for coming with me, Liv."

"Oh, baby, I was happy to come." She smiles and holds me close. "I am so proud of you, Alex. You amaze me a bit more every single day. You are so, so brave."

I rest my head on her shoulder. "Thank you," I repeat.

She kisses my hair. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too."

"Are we going home or to work?"

I give her a smile. "I'd like to say home, but I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll tell the captain to give the case to Brooklyn. I won't give him any details – I'll just say I'm not comfortable handling this case. He'll be fine with it, I think."

"Thanks, Liv."

"Hey, stop thanking me. You're giving me a complex."

I grin and kiss her cheek. "Sorry."

"That, too. No sorries, no thank yous, and then we're good."

A/O/A/O

Elliot calls me around 2:00, saying they need a warrant. When I go to drop it off, he takes me aside and says quietly, "About the Stevenson case – it got transferred to Brooklyn. You know, if you ever need anything – I mean, Liv loves you, Alex. She's there for you. I just wanted to make sure you knew that."

Elliot's not comfortable with these kind of discussions, and I'd be vaguely amused if it wasn't for the anger bubbling up inside me. Olivia told Elliot! After she promised she wouldn't.

"What did she tell you?"

"Just – you know – she was your ex – and she . . ." He trails off, clearly uncomfortable, but I'm furious. Not at him, but at her.

"Where is she?"

"Interrogating a suspect. If you want, she'll be done in –"

I ignore him and stride toward the interview room. I fling the door open and say in my iciest voice, "Detective, I need to talk to you."

She winces. "Counselor, I –"

"Now." I don't look back, knowing that she's following me.

"What is it, baby?" she asks as soon as we're out of earshot.

My eyes are blazing, and she flinches at the venom in my tone. "Don't baby me!"

"Alex, I don't know what you're talking about."

"You lied to me!"

"What did I say?"

"That you wouldn't tell anyone!"

I see the recognition dawning in her eyes, and she claps a hand over her mouth. "Oh, my God, Alex, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to – he asked and –"

"You promised you'd keep my confidence! You betrayed my trust. You're just like Leah!"

"No, Alex. I would never hurt you like she did. I love you."

"You betrayed me! You promised you wouldn't say anything, and you lied to me! I can't trust you anymore."

"I didn't mean to, Alex! I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. It just slipped out. I'm so sorry."

"No. You are just like your father!" I know the words will hurt her, and in some perverse way, that makes me feel better. I want to hurt her just as much as I've been hurt.

She reaches out, grabs my wrist, and I scream. Not because I'm scared of her, but out of instinct. She pulls back in horror, and I see the tears in her eyes, and I bolt.

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