(A/N: This is set in season 19. Enjoy.)

Ship: Langson

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Idea #3: Olivia comes after a long week and Trevor takes care of her.
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It has been a rough week for Olivia, she dealt with a lot of cases but this one, she took it hard. An eight-year-old boy was beaten, stabbed, and dumped in the east river. The suspect was a white man who went through so much childhood trauma, that caused to him kill the boy. The whole time during that case, all she thought about was Noah. His lifeless body floating in the cold river, scared for his life, calling for his mom. Just thinking about that made her sick to her stomach. She put her key in the lock, willed her right hand to stop shaking, unlocked the door. She walks into her dark, New York apartment, dropped her bags, feeling sluggish and exhausted, on the verge of tears. She stopped by Noah's room, opening the door, seeing that he's sleeping peacefully. Knowing that he was safe, she still couldn't get the horrid pictures out of her head, the case had traumatized her so much. She quietly closed the door, headed to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of scotch, she needed something stronger than wine. She rested her elbows her on the counter-top, taking a couple sips of her drink, letting her mind get lost in her thoughts. She couldn't believe that someone would do that to a kid. She gulped the last of her drink, her head resting in her hands. She felt a presence from behind her. She turned her head and saw Trevor coming towards her.

"Hey baby," Trevor says as he kissed her on the cheek.

"Did you just get home?"

"No, I've actually been home for a little while. I just needed a minute."

"Are you okay?" She didn't answer, she just grabbed the scotch bottle to refill her drink, but he gently grabbed the bottle and the glass right out of her grasp.

"What's the matter, baby,"

"Nothing," She whispered. It was the loudest she could speak without bursting into tears.

"Liv," he pushed.

She opened her mouth to say her usual 'I'm fine' but nothing came out. She pursed her lips as tears filled in her eyes. Keeping it together wasn't any option anymore. Her shoulders were starting to shake, Trevor pulled her into a hug and that's when the floodgates opened. She broke down into quiet sobs. He held her tightly, rubbed her back as she cried on his shoulder.

"What's wrong," She nuzzled into his neck, her sobs turned into tiny hiccups.

He was growing with concern, "baby talk to me."

"I'm just... having a really... hard time with the case." She laid her head on his chest, wrapped her arms around him, took a few breaths to calm herself down before she continued, "I don't understand. How can someone just do that to an innocent kid."

Trevor held her, occasionally putting soft kisses on the top of her head, listening to her talk.

"The whole time I just," she sniffed, "I just keep thinking about what if Noah was that boy floating, lifeless in the east river."

"Liv, don't think like that."

"I can't imagine what the parents are going through right now. The grieving, the loss of their child."

After a while of just standing there, talking, holding each other, Olivia pulled away.

"Sorry," She whispered as she wiped away her tears.

"What are you sorry for, baby?"

"I got snot on your shirt." She sniffed.

He chuckled, "that's okay."

"I got plenty of shirts away."

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Sorry I know it's short :)