A/N: This is the end and I wanna cry so badly. It's been quite the trip I gotta say. Thank you everyone who noticed me and this story and let me know on their own way that I did something good. Many more stories to come but now let's put an end to this one. Love y'all, enjoy!

P.S: The word in the end of the story means the end in Greek.

One year later...

She hadn't seen her in a year. She hadn't talked to her, held her or even so much as heard of her from the broadway community.

Sure, Evita was a well known musical that had been on broadway for years and years, had been on the big screen. Eva Peron was portrayed by Madonna, Patti LuPone, Elaine Paige. Wouldn't you think that if the lead actress were to change there would be some kind of big fuss about it?

Well, no.

So, one would come to the conclusion that Amanda didn't get the part after all. But Olivia just couldn't bring herself to believe that because a voice like Amanda's, a strong voice like that would definitely not go unnoticed. Something in her gut told her that the blonde had indeed succeeded in getting the part.

And her gut was never wrong.

Which was proved when one day after coming back to her apartment from the precinct, where they had just managed to close a case they were working on for close to a month now, and found a white envelope in front of her door.

To Sergeant Olivia Benson

That's what was written on it in a handwriting well known to her.

Hastily she unlocked the door to her apartment and settled down on her couch, eagerly removing her purse and jacket from herself and opening the envelope. Inside, there was a letter; a small one, just a page long and an invitation for the well known musical Evita.

Like I said; her gut was never wrong.

My Olivia,

I assume you already know who I am and what this is all about. So, yay, I got the part. Something tells me that you didn't doubt because, well, you are you and you have faith in people.

Olivia laughed at that. It was a quality of hers to believe in people and the power they held inside of them. But Amanda? She wasn't just people. She was a lot more than just people.

I auditioned three times. Not one or two, but three. You can only imagine how scared I was when they called me for a third time to audition. It only meant that there was some really strong competition out there. But I stood out and against all odds they chose to trust me. Someone with little to no experience in the field.

And I owe it all to you. I met you for a week and you, somewhat magically, transformed me into this fearless person, full of confidence, who aimed for the stars. And I actually reached the stars, Liv.

So, I happily announce you that you are invited to my opening night in a week from today. You don't have to come, I assume work is a bitch and I totally get it if you don't show up. But I hope you do. I would love to see you there.

All the love, Amanda.

P.S: I was going to put a plus one invitation but a part of me wanted to hope there wasn't a plus one to bring with you. Hopefully, I am right. If not, tell them I am sorry ;)

And she was right. And Olivia held the letter to her heart as she leaned back against the couch and looked up at the sealing a dreamy smile gracing her features. And then, she read the letter again and again and again until she fell asleep on the couch with it in her arms.

~•~

Sitting there, in the middle row of the theatre watching the blonde woman, the fragile, heartbroken, devastated woman, performing on the Broadway stage, her entire being emitting Evita Peron, was breathtaking.

The confidence with which she sang and moved around the stage it was like she owned it. At that very moment she swore to herself that if the critics on New York Times say anything remotely bad about her she would find dirt on them and make sure they paid the price.

She had such grace, the way her eyes sparkled brought tears to her eyes, that spilled during her singing Don't Cry For Me Argentina towards the end of the play. Her voice cracking and the tears rolling down her face was it for Olivia. And then blue eyes slowly looked up, briefly though, and then back at the crowd and the sergeant got it.

She had indeed reached the stars she had aimed for. Damn, she was one of them now.

She spotted her across the stage, they locked eyes as another tear fell on her face and the actress gave her a slight smile before averting her gaze again.

God, Olivia was so whipped.

~•~

"I am hoping that the star will accept a guest coming in?" Olivia said as she walked backstage to Amanda's dressing room.

She had cleaned her face from the tears and grabbed the bouquet of orchids after the standing ovation, rushing backstage to congratulate the blonde properly.

"Like you have to ask." She laughed and motioned for Olivia to come in. "Let me just zip the dress, one second..." she struggled a bit to find the zipper of her black, tight dress and then pull it up until it reached the back of her neck. "Done."

Olivia shook her head and without thinking she just crushed Amanda in her arms. It was quite out of character for her to just go up one person and invade their space like that, but it was just something about those eyes and that face... it was just something that she couldn't quite explain. Call it magic.

"Congratulations." She whispered in her ear and felt the other woman squeezing her, pulling her closer before finally pulling away from each other to look her in the eyes after what seemed to be a century.

"Thank you."

"You were amazing, Amanda. I was, frankly I still am, in complete awe." Amanda looked down and put a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "These are for you." She held out the bouquet, handing it to Amanda, their fingers coming in contact for a few seconds.

"They are beautiful, Liv. Thank you, you really didn't have to." She closed her eyes and smelled them before putting them in a vase she had in the mirror of the room. "I can't believe you came." She whispered while putting some water to keep them alive for as long as possible.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Olivia replied in the same dreamy tone. She couldn't believe that this, them, was actually happening either. "Look, I don't know wether you and your co-workers have plans for tonight or-"

"We don't." She turned around, leaning slightly against the wooden surface and smiling at Olivia.

"Well, in that case, wanna get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

~•~

"That's one hell of a view." She said as she looked around. "How did you manage to get us in here at this hour?"

Olivia had driven them to a nice building that is said to give you one of the nicest views in Manhattan. It was truly incredible.

"I know a guy, who knows a guy and so on and so on." That earned her a real, loud, laugh from the younger blonde who got close to the railing and took a deep breath.

"This is the nicest view on Manhattan, I am willing to place a bet."

"I disagree to that." Was Olivia's reply after looking at the blonde. For her, she was the nicest view.

"Well, well, aren't you quite the charmer Sergeant Benson." The brunette chuckled.

A slight breeze made it's way to them, causing Amanda to shiver. Olivia, being the knight in shining armor, took of her blazer and placed it on Amanda's shoulders who gave her a smile as a thank you and then out of the blue she started talking. After all it had been a year since the last time they saw each other.

"I went to therapy after we parted. Her name is dr. Hanover. She's helped me through almost everything. Childhood trauma, mommy issues, the rapes, my sister's death." Olivia was quite surprised at how easily the words fell from her lips. "Of course the trauma was stronger than me, it overwhelmed me quite a lot. So after a while we agreed on medication, Zoloft and some sedatives to help me sleep when I feel restless. I haven't had a nightmare since what feels like forever."

"I-" she cleared her throat and willed the tears away. "I am really proud of you, Amanda." The blonde turned to look at her with a smile on her face.

"I gotta say that after a while, I started feeling proud of myself as well. I mean, I play Eva freaking Peron on broadway if that's not something to be proud of then I don't know what is." They both laughed at Amanda's attempt to keep the mood light. "There is one thing though that I am not proud of."

"And what that may be?" Olivia asked, mimicking the way her company was currently standing so they could be face to face.

"The way I handled us." She held her hand up when she saw that Olivia was ready to protest. "No, please let me finish. It wasn't fair of me to keep you waiting that long or at all, really. You are a grown woman you shouldn't have to wait for me to get my shit together, which I have by the way, and you being here with me? Is it safe to assume that you actually did wait for me?"

"Yes, I waited for you and I would do it all over again. And again and ag-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence before soft lips touched hers with a fire and passion she had never experienced before. Quickly she wrapped her arms around the blonde and they found themselves kissing fiercely, the skyline of New York right behind them.

"What was that for?" Olivia breathed when they parted to catch some air before one of them passed out.

"Let me take you home." To say that Olivia was shocked by that statement would be an understatement. "I am so done waiting, I am done letting my father, my mother, everyone in my life dictating it like it's theirs. It's not. It's mine and I want to live it. And I wanna live it with you if you'll have me. So please, I am begging you Olivia Benson let me take you home and thank you they way I have want to for over a year now."

And the usually vocal and opinionated sergeant Benson was rendered speechless.

"Liv, honey, did I break you?" Amanda laughed only half joking.

"No, no, you, uh, didn't break me. I just realized how much in love with you I am."

"Well, the feeling is very, very much mutual, my love." She pecked her lips and then with hope in her eyes she looked at her and asked again. "Let me take you home? I mean, now that I finally have an apartment it would be only fair."

Olivia shook her head and laughed.

"Yes, Amanda. You can take me home." And they left that view and went to finally be the way they have dreamed for a year now.

~•~

Amanda untangled her naked body from Olivia's to see who was messaging her this early in the morning. Olivia groaned in protest, trying to keep Amanda close to her, which made the other woman chuckle.

"Don't leave." She mumbled still asleep.

"I am not leaving, honey, I am just checking my phone." She grabbed the device from the nightstand and unlocked to read her messages. "Liv." No response. "Love, wake up, the New York Times review is up." The brunette was up in seconds, waiting patiently for Amanda to break the news.

"Well?"

"He, wow, he says that my performance for such a fresh face on broadway was breathtaking and that I have an extraordinary voice that made its way into his heart making him shed a few tears himself. He says that though Evita is an overplayed broadway show it's worth watching it again and again just for the superb performance of Amanda Rollins." And with that both women found themselves actually squealing from happiness.

Olivia hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek congratulating her once again. She didn't even process how or when Amanda turned in the embrace and kissed her, pinned her down on the mattress and made her way down her body.

"Gosh, I am so glad that I won't have to dig for dirt." She said right before moaning from the sensation of Amanda's lips on her body.

"What?" Amanda perked up right before she reached her destination, curiosity written all over her face.

"Nothing. Please keep going and don't stop." She let out a breath and grabbed the sheets in both her hands.

"I would never, love."

And indeed she never.

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