A fic about Stone and Olivia, one that i thought i would never ever write. Let's all ride this wave together.

She lays in his bed wrapped in the thousand thread count sheets that holds the evidence of their night together. He's sleeping next to her peacefully in all his nude glory with sheets pooled at his waist- his perfectly chiseled waist that created that V she loved. She listens to the ticking of the clock that hangs on his wall across the room and wonders how much longer she can last just laying in this bed wide awake. Tonight she had crossed a line, a very very bad line.

They had gone from consoling him in his office, to drinks at the bar around the corner, to falling into his bed around two in the morning. She wanted this, every last bit of what happened last night but she failed to remember life would somehow have to resume. His sister would still be dead, he would still be grieving, and she would still be his coworker at the end of the day. There wouldn't be any forgetting this. Not after the way he flicked his tongue on her-

She stopped herself from even completing that thought.

Olivia began to shift as quietly as she could in an effort to move out of the bed, but his hand that was wrapped around her waist gripped her tighter. She looked over her shoulder and seen his eyes had still been closed and tried again with no luck of losing him.

"Where are you going?" he croaked somewhere between half sleep and awake.

"I need to get home to Noah, he'll be up here soon and wondering where I am," she tried again and his grip was still holding onto her. "Peter…" he released her and she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, searching for her clothes.

She sighed realizing she'd lost them the minute they had gotten through the door. Olivia eyeballed the room and was thankful to see a blanket at the end of the bed on the bench. She reached for it and wrapped herself completely in it before bolting for the living room to retrieve her belongings.

She scanned the living room and managed to find her blouse, bra, and slacks, but she couldn't find her damn underwear- and then it hit her. That small scrap of fabric lying near the couch was in fact her underwear. It was the same underwear that Peter had ripped from her body.

She sighed and slipped on her jeans and blouse before grabbing her bag and keys and heading out.

Freshly showered and a cup of coffee in hand, Olivia felt as if she were finally ready to start her day. She took a deep breath as she sat in her office trying her best to catch up on paperwork per usual in the morning, yet the flashbacks of last night continued to flood her mind. Visions of him on top of her, between her thighs thrusting as his hands glided up her-

Okay okay, last time today.

She warned herself: this was not happening. No fantasizing, no asking if this meant anything- nothing! It was one night, they both needed it and if it meant getting his mind off of everything that had happened the last few days, then it was an okay thing to do, right?

Olivia shook her head and threw her pen down, giving up on convincing herself that life would be completely normal after last night. She slept with their newest ADA Peter Stone, and now… now she wasn't really sure what was next with them.

"You got a minute?" before even looking up at the figure standing at her door she knew exactly who it was, and there was no way of running away from this.

"No not really, and if it's about last night then definitely not," she sat back in her chair just looking at him, hardly believing this was the same man she had been in bed with only hours beforehand.

"Are we just supposed to pretend it didn't happen?" he stepped forward and tugged the door closed before twisting the blinds closed as well.

"Yes," she struggled to even disagree with him as he stood there dressed in his perfectly tailored suit, a new one she guessed because she'd never seen this one before. It was navy with very faint pinstripes and hugged his broad shoulders perfectly.

"Olivia, you know how ridiculous that sounds?" he stood in front of her desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Peter," she warned.

"You can't sit there and tell me that there's nothing between us. Last night was-"

"A one time thing-"

"But it doesn't have to be… why can't we talk about this?"

"Because Peter, we crossed a line last night. Trust me, I enjoyed it just as much as you did but the thought of us being more and risking so much…" she sat up in her chair and looked him straight in the eyes. "Please just leave it alone," she went to open her files back up and continued working, hoping that he would just leave her office. He stood there with his hands in his pockets staring at her, pursing his lips debating on saying anything else. He figured this was just a fight he wouldn't be able to win- today.

Olivia exhaled the deep breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding once she heard the door to her office open, and the sound of his footsteps leaving her squadroom. "You want to tell me what just happened, or do I have to pry my way to get the truth?" the blonde southern belle appeared at her door with her cup of fresh coffee steaming in her hands. Olivia didn't say a word which Amanda took as an invite. She closed the door behind her and took a seat across from Olivia at her desk.

"What makes you think anything happened?" Olivia sat back and closed her files once again, figuring she wouldn't be getting work done anytime soon.

"Peter Stone, marching into your office and closing all the blinds- closing the door," her voice dropped an octave and Olivia couldn't help her reflex of rolling her eyes.

"We had a talk you know… with his sister passing just a few days ago. The man is going through a lot," she tried her best to sound convincing, she really did but Amanda could smell bullshit from a mile away.

"Uh huh," she took a sip from her mug.

"What Amanda?"

"You're making it a little hard to believe that that's all he came here for."

Olivia removed her glasses and placed them at the top of her head, rubbing her eyes as she debated on saying anything more. She moved from where she sat and walked to the other side of her office, peeking through the blinds for a moment before turning and facing Amanda. "There's nothing more for me to say," she said not caring at all if she called her bluff or not. Olivia considered for a moment to just confess to Amanda everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, but if she really wanted to put this all behind her then she would have to keep this to herself.

"Alright Liv," Amanda grabbed her mug and headed straight for the door. "Just know whatever it is, if you need help I'm here," she looked over her shoulder with her hand on the door before heading out and returning to work.

She paced back once again to her desk and collapsed in her seat wondering if this day could speed up a little bit faster and be over. Olivia leaned forward onto her elbows and bowed her head into the palms of her hands already exhausted from the day.

"Hey Liv."

"Oh my god, what!" her head shot up from her hands irritated with hefty amount of visitors she had been getting this morning already.

"Damn Liv, who shit in your cereal this morning?" Fin stood in her doorway dressed his regular attire that included a tracksuit and gold chain.

"Sorry Fin, it's been a long morning. What's up?"

"We got a missing kid at the elementary school a few blocks up."

"Got it, give me a few and I'll meet you guys downstairs," he nodded and paused for a moment wondering if he should even ask her if everything was okay, when he could obviously tell that it wasn't. After spending so many years working with her he knew she would come to him when she was ready- well if that day ever came.

"We're not going to get anywhere with this case today, not until we get in contact with the biological father," Olivia stood in front in the glass of the interrogation room alongside Carisi and Stone.

"I'll get working on looking through VICAP," Carisi stated and went off to continue working. Olivia knocked on the window and moments later Fin and Amanda appeared in the hallway.

"Amanda I need you to help Carisi look through VICAP for the biological father. Fin, I need you to go back down to the school and ask the staff about any details regarding what they saw," Olivia ordered them.

"On it Lieutenant," Amanda and Fin followed in the steps of Carisi, leaving Olivia and Peter all alone.

She stood staring out of the glass into the interrogation room at their worried parent and their lawyer, anything to avoid eye contact with Peter. For someone who was avoiding him, she sure did end up alone with him one too many times today.

"You want to maybe grab a bite to eat, go over the case?" Peter stood there with his hands in his pockets like he always did, and for some odd reason she just wanted to slap that relaxed grin right off his face. His beautifully structured face that her hands and mouth had been all over-

Okay, so she officially was going home and taking a nice long cold shower. It had been a long time- no scratch that; a long long long time since she had even been intimate with a man. And now she was behaving like a wild woman. She couldn't even look at the smallest detail of him without flooding her mind with flashbacks of last night.

"Nice try. It ain't happening," she tries her best to play it cool but the heat of his gaze makes it difficult to keep a straight face. Before he could say another word her cell phone rang in her back pocket, and she was quick to answer it.

"Benson," she froze at the underlying panic laced in the voice of the principle of Noah's school. Peter noticed her immediate change in demeanor and took a few steps closer. "Mercy? I'll be right there," she hung up her phone and her breathing became shallow as she herself began to panic.

"Olivia, what's going on?" Peter asked.

"It's Noah, he's been taken to the hospital. They think he might've broken his arm," she tried not to worry, reminding herself that this was a minor injury. Kids broke bones all of the time, but this was also her one and only baby. The last thing she wanted to do was a helicopter mom.

"Let me take you," he offered.

"Oh my god, Peter."

"As a friend Olivia," he added. She hesitated with her answer and before she could even answer he had already pulled his keys from his jacket.

The emergency room is full and crowded per usual and it's a shame she realizes that she knows her way around so well. She went the front desk and without saying a word the nurse had already showed her back to the small exam station Noah had been put at. Peter followed closely behind as she pulled back the curtain and nearly cried at the sight of her baby boy. He was there with Lucy thankfully with his arm already wrapped and casted.

"Mommy! Mommy!" Noah screamed the moment he seen Olivia, nearly jumping out of his bed to get to her.

"I'm here sweet boy," she rushed to his side and took a seat on the bed he'd been laying in. "Thank you so much for staying with him Lucy."

"Of course Liv. I'll see you in the morning big guy. Get to feeling better," she ruffled his hair before grabbing her things and leaving. Peter stood at the end of the bed not really sure what to say, suddenly realizing he had never met Noah before.

"How did I know you would pick blue?" she wrapped her arm around him and he snuggled closer into her embrace.

"It's my favorite!"

"I know…" she rested her chin on the top of his head and kissed his luscious curls. "Does anything hurt baby?"

"Not anymore. I cried a little but just a little because I'm a big boy now," she smiled. She looked up completely forgetting that Peter had still been in the room, realizing herself that she hadn't ever introduced him to Noah.

"Noah, I want you to meet one of mommy's friends," his baby blues looked up at the figure standing before him and managed to give him a smile. It wasn't often that Olivia brought new faces around him- especially since she thought she had lost him forever after the kidnapping with Sheila. "This is Peter."

"Hi Noah, I hear so much about you," he came closer towards the side of the bed not really sure what to do with his hands. Does he shake his hands, go in for a hug? None of it felt right at all.

"I don't hear anything about you," he replied matter of factly and caused Olivia and Peter to chuckle.

"Well hopefully we can change that," he looked over at Olivia and she hated that she wasn't upset at his words.

"Do you like baseball?" Noah asks.

"I love baseball. I go to games all the time, maybe if it's okay with mom we can go to one soon?"

"Please mommy?"

"Only if its the Yankees," she chides and kisses his forehead.

"Can we also get ice cream on the way home? It's the only thing that will make me better," Noah was a lot smarter than he led on and was already milking this broken arm. Olivia was just happy he was okay and already feeling better, and she figured if she gave in this one time it wouldn't be too bad, right?

"Ha! The only thing huh?" he nodds. "Well I guess if it'll make you better we should go," she looks up at Peter almost looking for approval from him. He did drive her here and there's a pull on her heart that kind of wants him to come along.

"That sounds- that sounds good," he tries his best to say nonchalantly but can't help the grin that breaks across his face. He and Olivia hold each others gaze for a moment, smiling at each other like idiots. Once she began to notice she began to feel like one too.

"Let's go get you discharged," she rises off the bed and grabs Noah's hand to help him climb down. To her surprise he reached for Peter's hand with his other and she swore she felt her heart stop. It was all too much and too fast yet she hated that somehow it all felt perfectly imperfect. They weren't together by any means but she felt like somehow the universe was pointing towards every sign that maybe she should give this a try.

And maybe just maybe she was going to say yes.