a/n: Olivia Benson is a main character on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Sorry if I confused anyone. It's a good show too and I recommend it. :)

"Poor Dr. Grissom," Olivia whispered to Sara in the hallway, "completely baffled man, no idea what to do with women. That Catherine's a real piece of work though. I wish him luck there."

"I feel sorry for Grissom, Catherine's going to be mad at him for days, and he really doesn't have an excuse this time." Sara responded. Olivia gave her a doubtful look. "Okay, not that sorry. I still care for the guy, okay? He was there for me when no one else was."

"And we will always appreciate him for that. Now really, where's Greg?"

They stopped outside a lab that was quite different from all the rest. There were posters on the wall, and quite the punk rocking out in the middle of it. Sara turned to her,

"Ready?"

"I hope so." Olivia actually doubted herself in this matchmaking venture, but only for a second. 'No, I'm still right about this guy.'

Sara opened the door and the music almost blasted them backwards. Greg was in the middle of a very complicated air guitar solo. He got even more extravagant when he saw them. Also, it gave him some time to compose himself.

Sara's finger was poised over the off button, totally ready for the end of the song.

"Sara! Heard you were about. You look well, been enjoying your time off?" he asked with a wink and a nudge. He turned his attention to the other woman. "And this must be the lovely Olivia." He took her hand and bent to kiss the back. He would have loved to do the same with Sara, but she would have clocked him. Come to think of it, this Olivia was probably going to in a second too. He dropped her hand. Olivia smiled. Yes, she was right about him.

Olivia convinced Sara to invite Greg along with them to the casino that night. They had a great time together, despite losing pretty much all their money. Greg had enough fun that he showed up at Sara's the next night with pizza and some movies. He and Sara were getting closer, and Olivia was having a great time watching it happen.

So far, the week had been great. Sara realized she hadn't felt the need to drink in days; she'd been having too much fun to need it. And she felt she was finally getting over Grissom, and moving on to Greg. But she couldn't help herself from worrying about how close Greg and Liv seemed to be getting. 'They're just friends,' she told herself.

"Come on Greg! What's she look like?" Nick whined.

"Tall, short?" Warrick asked.

"Blonde, brunette?"

"All Bobby would tell us was 'damn fine'."

Olivia popped her head into the lab,

"Greggy, Sara just called to let me know she's been held up at the scene." She realized she'd interrupted a conversation. "Hi guys."

"Hi" and "Hey there" were their responses.

"Liv, this is Nick and Warrick. They were just trying to talk about you."

"Oh really? Well, don't let me interrupt. Nice to meet you." She turned to leave.

"Liv," Greg called out, "I'll be done in about half an hour, if you want a ride."

"Thanks Greg, that would be great. I'll wait in the lounge." And she left. Greg smiled at Warrick and Nick.

"Whoa," Nick said, and the other two agreed.

Brass spotted Liv watching the small TV in the lounge. Not seeing Sara in the vicinity, he stepped inside. Closing the door behind him, he said hi,

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Liv asked him.

"Sure, what about?"

"You wanted to ask me something before, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." He sat down next to her on the couch. "I wanted to ask you about Sara. I'm concerned about her."

"Why?"

"I think she's drinking again. She had this problem before, and I was hoping it wouldn't happen again." Liv could tell he was only concerned about Sara's well-being,

"Since I've been here she's hardly had a drink, and those she's had have only been social. She's not sneaking them either, I would know." The tinge of pain in Liv's tone made him believe her. Liv continued, "I became a little suspicious when I found all the bottles in her apartment. But I looked closer; many of the bottles were dusty. It wasn't as bad as I first thought. I think she does drink, I do, but I think it's something we can still manage," Liv looked into his eyes, "I'm looking out for her, I know the signs. I won't let it happen to her."

Jim believed her.

TBC