"Forty-Seven. Four. Seven. If she takes 7 minus 4, that leaves 3. 3 is also the amount of years since she's seen his face. Maybe it's been three years since he forgot hers." It's Olivia's 47th birthday. E/O.

"As she sits in quiet solitude in the courthouse stairwell, she's reminded of her demons. She's a loner. She's a fighter. She's a survivor. She's a warrior. She's independent. She's a liar. " ::Post Psycho Therapist::

"It's not about what I want, wanting things isn't always the answer to the world's fucking problems, and sure as hell not to mine! I need you breathing next to me. I need you to tell me that I'm foolish to believe I'm living truths when my life is a lie." Olivia is Sergeant now but it isn't the answer to all the world's problems, let alone her own. ::Alternate Betrayal's Climax::

"Her stomach clenched as she entered his neighborhood in Queens and the knot kept tightening as she approached his street. She needed him more than he has ever needed her. That's what she's been admitting to herself these past months, since he left." EO, angsty, Rated MA.

She doesn't feel his arm slip around her in a cocoon of resilience they've always been known to have, nor does she hear the simple-pained whisper from his soft lips. ::Pre- Her Negotiation::