I'm so sorry. I haven't forgotten about this story I promise. I am still working on Aftermath also, that one is much easier to write but I haven't had time lately. I don't think this was an awesome chapter but it'll have to do for now. Thank you for still reading.

"Go home, Liv." Melinda mumbled as she slowly moved in her hospital bed, readjusting her body into a more comfortable position.

"You're awake…" Olivia observed, sitting up from her hospital chair in the pair of blue scrubs that had been given to her.

The medical examiner smiled at Olivia.

"I'm awake, not dead. What are you doing here?" She asked, then began coughing slightly, causing Olivia to get up and fetch the picture of water that had been left by the nurse.

"Here." The detective said, as she held the straw close to Melinda's mouth. The other woman winced as she sat up slightly to drink the water that was being offered to her. After a few swallows, she laid back down and cleared her throat.

Looking at Olivia, it was evident that she'd been crying within the past hour.

"You look like hell." Melinda commented, casting Olivia a glance.

The detective tilted her head sideways and rubbed at her eyebrow but gave Melinda a small smile.

"Thanks…" Olivia said. She knew what she looked like, today had been hell.

The medical examiner cleared her throat again.

"What time is it?" She asked.

Olivia mashed the button on the side of her phone to make the screen light up so she could see the time.

"Just after seven at night."

Melina huffed and slightly rolled her eyes.

"You've been here for a few hours. I'm fine. Go home, Liv." She told the other woman gingerly.

Olivia was leaned up with her elbows resting on her knees so she could look at her friend better. She'd been worried sick when the shooting had happened and she'd even been treated for shock as she came into the hospital with Melinda, choosing to keep her company in the back of the ambulance.

"You scared me…" Olivia whispered as she leaned forward to place her hand on top of Melinda's and gave it a little squeeze. "Your daughter is flying in…"

The woman shook her head lightly.

"She didn't have to come." Melinda commented, then took a deep ragged breath. Olivia could tell it was painful. Her lung had been punctured after all. The entire day seemed like a blur to Olivia.

It all started when eight-year-old Nicholas was kidnapped. The boy ended up being in his father's custody and his mother had a history of overstepping her bounds. The mother blamed the father for not keeping an eye on their son when he was taken.

The police ended up in a high speed chase with the boy and his kidnapper, which led to a car accident where both died.

Then the mother, Sophie, had a psychotic break. It was nothing Olivia hadn't seen before. Even Melinda had seen psychotic episodes when she did her internships at medical hospitals before she worked full time with the dead.

Jo Marlowe convinced Olivia that it was a good idea to take Sophie to see her dead child in the morgue in an effort to snap her out of her episode of thinking her son was still alive and at school. Truth be told, it hadn't taken much to convince Olivia, she'd thought it was a good idea. She may not like Jo, but she had agreed quickly.

Four cases and a couple of months had passed since the first case she'd worked with Elliot's old partner. The woman wasn't growing on Olivia at all and it's all she could do to stand her and Elliot's banter back and forth without punching one of them in the gut but it was her job so she dealt with it best she could.

That afternoon had taken a turn for the worst though. Paul, Nicholas' father had showed up at the morgue as well, causing Sophie to become violent. She stole a gun from the rookie officer that had escorted them down, and in an effort to shoot Paul, Sophie ended up shooting Melinda by accident.

Olivia was horror stricken.

The medical examiner had dropped to the ground as blood poured out of her. She told Olivia what to get, how to stop the bleeding, and initially how to save her life.

At first, the detective had panicked but eventually, she did as she was told because it became increasingly obvious that if she didn't, her friend was about to die in her arms…

"I'm going to be fine, Liv." Melinda told her again, bringing her out of her thoughts. The woman turned her hand over so she could hold Olivia's giving it a light squeeze.

"Yeah… I know…" Olivia whispered, while giving her a small smile.

"Where's Elliot?" The medical examiner asked, trying to change the subject on Olivia's behalf.

Olivia shrugged, pulling her hand away from Melinda's and running it through her hair.

"He can't still be at the scene… did he get treated for shock?" Melinda asked, knowing Elliot had come into the situation at the last minute. Even though they're all trained, sometimes you can't help how the body reacts and responds to certain situations.

"I don't know." Olivia replied. "Jo was pretty shaken up… I can imagine she blames herself… Last I saw, she was wrapped around Elliot and he was helping her outside…"

Melinda gave her a look.

"I don't know if I've ever seen you jealous before…" Melinda replied, and Olivia let out a small laugh.

"I'm not jealous." She denied, still smiling and shrugging the accusation off.

Melinda raised her eyebrows. "You sure?" She asked.

"I'm just… weary of Jo and her… intentions…" Olivia replied, knowing she could confide in Melinda, who was the best-known secret keeper around.

Olivia almost wanted Elliot to sleep with Jo. The woman had been through hell today anyways, she'd be wanting it. Olivia could see they both had chemistry from the way they bantered and played around at the office. Maybe if he finally fucked someone else, then she could get over him, she could tell herself that it was just a fling, a stupid fling with a married man that meant nothing.

Melina gave her a confused look.

"You really think she'd try something with Elliot?" The medical examiner asked. "She's been his partner before… she knows he's married." She tried to rationalize to Olivia.

"I know…" Olivia replied as she sat back in her chair and used her left hand to scratch the back of her head.

"Even if she did try… El's not like that. You know that Olivia." Melinda said, and then winced slightly as she tried to maneuver herself to get more comfortable again.

It didn't go unaware to her that they'd not given her a lot of pain meds. She knew she was forming full sentences and wasn't as drowsy as she should have been. Maybe it was her age or because of the extent of damage to her lung, she wasn't sure but she was going to ask the doctor when she saw him.

Olivia remained quiet after Melinda's comment, and that didn't go unnoticed either.

The detective looked everywhere but at Melinda, who tried to make eye contact and quickly realized she'd accidentally stepped into territory that she hadn't intended to.

"Olivia…" She said quietly. "I didn't mean to step on your toes…" She phrased metaphorically, giving the other woman a concerned look.

Now the other woman did make eye contact, and there was a new look in her eyes. It was a look of emotion and maybe a hint of rage or fear.

"What makes you think you did?" The detective asked quickly, eyebrows shooting up.

Melinda swallowed. She was always wise beyond her years, they both knew it. The examiner had realized she'd stumbled upon a personal endeavor that included both Olivia and Elliot, most likely in an intimate way that suggested Olivia really did know how Elliot was which was why she was so worried.

"I'm good at keeping secrets." She offered with a small shrug.

"I'm not in the mood for sharing…" Olivia replied, shaking her head but remaining friendly.

The medical examiner nodded. "I understand."

They sat and talked for a while longer. Olivia explained what all had happened with the case after Melinda had gone into surgery. How Nicholas' father was arrested and his mother was taken into protective custody because she was at risk for harming herself.

"I can't promise she'll go to jail for shooting you… they're getting her a psych eval and right now she's being held in the mental ward." Olivia told her friend.

Melinda gave her a thin smile.

"It's okay… she belongs there, not in jail." The medical examiner explained. While she had been shot, she was still a doctor. Melinda knew a small bit of psychology and she was smart enough to know that the woman who almost murdered her was suffering from a mental illness. After all, the reason she'd been brought to the coroner's office was to try and break her out of her psychosis.

Olivia huffed and looked at the other woman with sad eyes.

"You almost died." She whispered.

Melinda shrugged. "It's not the first time…" She replied.

When Olivia only gave her a saddened look, she spoke again. "C'mere." Melinda said, motioning for Olivia to come closer. The detective complied by scooting her chair closer to the hospital bed and taking the hand that Melinda had reached out with.

"It means the world to me that you're here…." She said, and Olivia's eyes began to water. "I love that you're my friend and you care." Melinda said with a smile. "I'm going to be okay."

"I know…" Olivia replied, using her free hand to wipe her face free of the tears that had just fallen.

"And I don't know what going on with you right now, but you're going to be okay too…" Melinda said, giving her friend a knowing look. She could tell that something had been going on with Olivia for a while and it wasn't just because of the baby passing away a couple of months ago either.

Olivia gave her a watery smile. "I'd really like to focus on you for now…" She said.

Melinda nodded in understanding.

"Well, speaking of me then, I have to pee…" She said.

Olivia let out a small laugh and pulled her hand away from Melinda's, standing up.

"I'll help you… Are you allowed to get out of bed? I need to ask." Olivia said as she began to retreat, heading for the door.

"Liv." Melinda called.

Olivia turned around and looked at her friend in question.

"You're going to send the nurse in, then you're going to go home." Melinda stated matter-of-factly.

"But-"

"I draw the line at you helping me in the bathroom…" The medical examiner said, giving Olivia a serious look. The woman was determined to keep her dignity. Besides, that's what nurses were for.

Melinda already knew she was able to get out of bed with help. After an operation like she had, they'd want her up and moving as soon as possible. The longer you stay bed ridden, the longer the recovery process takes. She'd need help and be in pain, but she could do it.

Olivia refused to argue, knowing she wouldn't win. So, she fetched a nurse and said her goodbyes, promising to come back and visit.

…

It was a little after nine when she finally made it to her apartment. Olivia toed off her shoes and pulled her socks off with them, sticking her socks in the shoes and leaving them by the front door. She'd had a long day.

Olivia placed her bag of bloody clothes by the door as well, she'd probably throw them away. There's no way she'd be able to wear them after they've been covered in Melinda's blood.

Shrugging her jacket off, Olivia began to smell something. Then she realized there were faint noises coming from her kitchen.

Whatever the smell was, it smelled delicious. And since she highly doubted a burglar broke into her apartment to cook her dinner, she kept her gun holstered and slowly headed towards the kitchen.

Three men had a key to her apartment, so it was bound to be one of them.

She rounded the corner to find two pots on the stove, both cooking what looked to be side dishes and there was Trevor, taking chicken out of the oven.

"Trevor?" She questioned, staring at the food. Then she took off her badge and gun, setting them on the counter.

"Oh, hey!" He said as he set the chicken on the side of the stovetop that wasn't being used. "I hope I didn't over step. I heard about the shooting… I just wanted to make sure you had something decent to come home to and oh, also-" Trevor was cut off and surprised by Olivia pressing her lips to his.

She continued her passionate assault on his lips as one hand curled around the back of his head and the other around his waist.

Until she heard someone clear their throat.

Olivia gasped and jumped back instantly, wondering who she'd just given a show to.

"Yeah… that's what I was trying to say before you… cut me off." Trevor finished, wiping his mouth. "Fin's here."

Olivia looked over the counter and out into the living room. She could see that he'd just stood up and was walking towards them.

Fin came around the counter and leaned against the wall with a sly grin on his face.

"I ummm…." Olivia stuttered, not knowing what to say and her face slightly red from embarrassment.

"Yeah, imagine my surprise when I came over here to check up on you and I find home boy here cooking a full meal in your kitchen…" Fin said, crossing his arms.

"Fin, we're not… We aren't…" Olivia tried.

"Yeah, that's what he said too but that lip lock you just put him in has me thinkin' otherwise…" He said, then leaned over to get a napkin and grab a piece of chicken off the stove. "You got my number if you need me…." Fin said, then raised his piece of chicken, nodding his thanks to Trevor as if it had been offered to him instead of him taking it freely.

He knew they wouldn't care though, he could have fixed him a whole plate to go and neither one would have cared.

Olivia waited until she heard her door shut before she could fully breathe again.

"Shit." She whispered as she used both hands to cover her face. Then she walked to the door and locked it, putting the dead bolt on as well.

"I didn't know what to do when he showed up… he just let himself in and… maybe I shouldn't have come anyways… I know my key is supposed to be for emergencies only." Trevor told her as he made his way over to her.

"No," She denied. "What you did was nice and sweett." Olivia told him.

Trevor huffed.

"I swear I told him we weren't together… that we were just friends…" He said, giving her an apologetic look.

"Fin's going to think what Fin wants to think…" Olivia told him. "If he really has questions or concerns, he'll ask me."

Trevor nodded. He had to admit he felt safer with Fin than he did with Elliot.

"I'm sorry…" Trevor told her. He still felt the need to apologize.

Olivia shook her head and gave him a small smile. Then she leaned forward and kissed him just as passionately as she had before. Her arms locked around his neck and his locked around her waist.

She pulled him against her until she felt her back hit the wall. When they finally broke apart, they both were panting.

"Today was terrible…" She whispered as she looked at him. "I'm so thankful that I had a hot meal to come home to…"

"My pleasure…" He whispered.

Olivia stared at him with so many emotions, there was so much tension and stress in her body.

"What do you need?" Trevor asked, causing Olivia to break their eye contact and look elsewhere.

Trevor dipped his head, kissing her on the cheek as he moved his lips to her ear and he whispered again, "Olivia, what do you need?"

Olivia took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly before slowly sliding her hands from the back of his neck to his shoulders.

She made eye contact with him as her hands applied pressure, harder and harder, until finally he got the idea. His eyebrows raised slightly as he bent his knees and complied to being pushed down to the ground.

He was face-to-face with her belly and he knew what she was asking.

Olivia swallowed hard as she stared at the man on his knees in front of her.

"I… I showered at the hospital…" She told him as he hooked his fingers in the pants and panties of her blue scrubs and began pulling them down her long, tanned, thick legs.

Trevor put his right hand behind her left knee and lifted it until it was resting over his shoulder. Then, he gradually kissed his way up her thigh until he met the junction of her leg. He then leaned back up and looked at her.

"I'd still eat you if you were dirty." He whispered to her, and immediately began peppering her vagina with kisses.

Olivia sucked in a breath as his words rang in her ears. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, using her hands to try and brace herself against the wall as she was overcome with pleasure from his mouth.

She felt him sucking at the flaps of skin between her legs, his teeth just grazing her skin enough to tease her, giving her a tingling sensation that she loved so much.

"Ohhh…" She whispered as her mouth hung open and she pushed her head harder into the wall. Her right hand moved to the back of his head and bent her right knee slightly so she could spread wider for him.

"Tr-Trevor…" She stuttered as she felt his tongue begin drawing circles around her clit. His facial hair tickled her in the most delicious way.

Olivia wasn't hairless, in fact, she sometimes hated being completely smooth because of some of the shit the pedophiles would say, so there way almost always a good half inch of hair unless she'd newly shaved in anticipation for her period.

Her nails began massaging his scalp as he continued his work. Trevor's right hand still resting on top of Olivia's thigh as he used his thumb from his left hand to spread her opening wider for him.

He felt her began to slide down the wall before she even realized she was falling.

"Trevor!" She said quickly, not wanting to hurt him by accidently putting all her weight on his shoulder, but he'd stopped working on her with his mouth and had put both arms under her ass.

He eased her onto the floor, then adjusted her legs, spreading them wider as he got onto his stomach and continued his task.

"Oh god!" Olivia said loudly as she felt Trevor's tongue enter her body. She began rocking her hips towards him, grinding into his face.

"MMnmmm…." Olivia moaned as he continued. She was stressed and full of anxiety. It would take her long to climax.

Her pants were becoming faster and faster. She had one hand on Trevor's head and the other hand fisted into the carped. She was still sporting the scrub shirt that she'd been given at the hospital but her entire bottom half was naked. The sight of Trevor's head between her thighs was almost too much for her to bear.

"Trevor… oh fuck… Trevor!" Olivia nearly yelled as she neared her orgasm. He sped up his tongue and used the pad of his thumb to rub the top of her mound. After being with her sexually for two months, he'd learned a few things about what pushed her over the edge and what she liked.

"I'm gonna come!" She announced. It was music to his ears. Olivia hardly ever announced when she was about to have her orgasm, so this was a rare occasion.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! TREVOR! AH!" Olivia said very loudly as the muscles in her stomach tightened up and she went silent as her eyes closed shut tightly and her mouth made an "O" shape.

Trevor couldn't see her because he was busy causing her orgasm but he knew what her usual orgasm face looked like. He'd also learned over the course of the past two months that she had more than one orgasm face.

He slowed down his motions as he sensed that she was coming down from her high. Olivia was panting and after he completely stopped, he leaned in to plant a small kiss on her center.

Olivia hissed, her bud was still very sensitive, which only made Trevor smile.

He reached over, retrieving the scrub pants and draped them across her lap. He was always so mindful of her privacy.

"You're amazing." Olivia told him once she'd finally caught her breath.

"You're amazing to watch." He said, giving her a smile and causing her to turn a shade of pink.

"I know that I got you… a bit excited…" Olivia said. "You think you can hold out until after dinner?" She asked him, glancing at the tent in his pants.

Trevor smiled and nodded. Olivia got up to go get changed and she didn't both putting the scrubs back on. She could feel his eyes on her ass the entire time that she walked to the bedroom.

Olivia shook her head and smiled as she shut the door.

…

The next morning, Elliot was late to work.

Olivia wished she could be surprised or less suspicious but when he arrived sporting a new, red, hickie on the side of his neck, she nearly scoffed at him.

"Morning." He said as he sat down at his desk across from her. She'd noticed the hickie from the moment he came in and now chose not to look at him.

"Morning." She replied quietly, and his eyebrows went up, wondering what had put her in a mood.

After a morning full of tension and paperwork, Elliot took a bathroom break and finally realized what Olivia was so pissed off about.

Everyone began clearing out for lunch and Elliot went back into the squad room looking for Olivia, and just catching her figure entering the locker rooms.

He followed her.

"I know what you think and it's not true." Elliot said, his voice interrupting Olivia's thoughts and causing her to look over from her locker.

Olivia rolled her eyes and continued to get her purse out of her locker.

Elliot walked up to her.

"Liv." He said again, trying to get her attention.

"What?" She asked, finally looking up after shutting her locker and locking it back.

"Jo didn't do this." He said in all seriousness as he pointed to the hickie on his neck.

"I don't care Elliot." Olivia replied as she tried to push past him but he grabbed her upper arm, pulling her back.

"I'm serious." He said after Olivia had looked at him in anger for putting his hands on her.

Olivia swallowed hard and looked at him with hurt, but she had no right to be hurt. He was married. And if he had slept with Jo, then she could pass herself off as another notch in his bed post. She could get over him.

"It's okay." Olivia whispered, and Elliot dropped his hands from her arms.

"It's not." He argued lightly. "I swear to you, Jo didn't do this." Elliot told her.

Olivia rubbed her lips together and stared at him.

"You shouldn't be mad anyways, you're the one who broke us up." He told her, which only sparked another streak of anger in her.

"Whatever." She said as she turned to leave. "We were never together Elliot. And lower your fucking voice, we're at work." Olivia said, looking around cautiously, even though she knew no one else was in the locker rooms with them.

"I slept with my wife last night. I did what husbands and wives are supposed to do!" He said, trying not to raise his voice.

"Good for you!" She replied just as forcefully.

They stared at one another. They both knew they had urges when they got stressed or when something big happened at work. They'd known it for years, it's just how their bodies worked.

"I took Jo home after she got checked out by the EMTs. I made sure she took some medicine for her headache, I called her sister to come stay with her. After her sister arrived, I left." Elliot told her calmly.

"Okay." She said quietly. Olivia believed him.

"She wanted to fuck. She wanted it badly, but I said no. I turned her down." Elliot continued, looking at her with cautious eyes.

"I believe you." She whispered, but the fact that he had fucked someone was still in her mind. It shouldn't have been. Olivia had no room to be jealous or hurt. He didn't belong to her, she'd told herself that a million times but her heart just wouldn't listen.

Elliot nodded.

"I stopped by your apartment last night after I left Jo…I just wanted to talk…" He said and shock covered her face. "You seemed… busy…" Elliot swallowed and now horror covered her face as Olivia's eyes widened and her mouth fell open.

Elliot looked sad.

"It sounds like Trevor treats you well…" He said as he walked over to her and gave her shoulder a brief squeeze. "I hope you're happy with him, Liv." Elliot said, giving her a small, genuine smile before exiting the locker room, leaving Olivia standing there in shock.

He must have heard them having sex. He must have heard Olivia screaming Trevor's name… after all, they were in the vicinity of the front door. Shit, he must have stood there and listened to her being fucked by Trevor's tongue, then went home and fucked Kathy.

Dread began to fill Olivia.

She sat down on the bench between the lockers, setting her purse on the floor and covering her face with both hands as hot tears made their way down her cheeks.

Elliot wasn't pissed this morning. He wasn't angry when he came into work and he'd heard her fucking another man but at the sight of a hickie on his neck, she nearly blew a gasket. Olivia was embarrassed and sad. She couldn't control her feelings or emotions. She'd been through so much in the past four years and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.

It's not a long and there was no flashback, but I did the best I could. Review?