Disclaimer: Dick Wolf owns these characters, not me.
A/n: Sorry I haven't written in so long. Like everyone else I'm a human being and I have things that needed to be taken care of. I've had to rewrite most of the chapters I'd already written for this story since my computer has recently been reformatted. I had stupidly forgotten to save them to a disk. But enough about that…on with the story.
Liv watched out the window as she and John passed the tall New York City buildings. They were in complete silence until she heard his stomach growl. She then realized that she was feeling awfully hungry herself.
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna get some take out and go back to my place and eat?"
"Well I'd love to, Olivia, but I'm sure you've got-"
"Nonsense," she interrupted, "I'm a single woman, I've got nothing to do other than sit home and watch television."
"Well, I guess so. But I can't stay for long."
"Well that's okay. There's this great little Chinese place about a block from my apartment, just pull over right here. I'll go get it. What do you want?"
"Erm, just get me whatever you get."
She smirked and opened the door and started walking towards the Chinese place. A gust of wind blew and she shivered. She walked a few more feet and then opened the door to the restaurant she went up to the counter and ordered and waited for the food.
'Oh God,' she thought, 'what have I gotten myself into? I mean John's a wonderful man…and awfully attractive…but I shouldn't get stuff like this started with a co-worker. What the fuck was I thinking? Well I guess I'll just have to exercise some self control when we get to my place. But that's going to be really hard to do. God, why did I have to-'
"Order number 5985," the oriental man behind the counter called out.
"Oh shit that's mine." She grabbed the food and hurried out the door and got into the warm car.
"You take long enough?"
"Hey, it's not my fault they were slow tonight."
John put the car into drive and eased back out onto the road. In less than two minutes they had arrived in front of Olivia's building.
John grabbed the bag of food and Olivia dug her keys out of her pocket then they both rushed to the door of her building. John could feel the cold evening air stinging his face. He knew his nose was about to turn red. How embarrassing would that be? After walking up two flights of stairs they arrived at her apartment.
"Geez, Olivia, how did you expect an old man like me to make it up all of those stairs?"
She smiled and unlocked the door. She walked in and threw her keys down on the table next to the door and turned on a small black lamp.
John sat the bag of food down on the bar in the kitchen. The apartment was small but he liked it. It was much cozier than his own apartment.
"Welcome to my humble abode, I know it's not much, but hey, I'm only one woman. I don't need a lot of stuff."
"I love your apartment. It's nice."
"I'm sure you don't mean that."
"No, I really do. It's cozy."
"And by cozy I suppose you mean small?"
"That too."
"Well, do you want a beer or something?"
"Sure."
Liv opened the door to the little white refrigerator and pulled out two Heinekens and set them down on the bar. She opened the drawer to the left of the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle opener, opened the bottles, put the opener away, and closed the drawer.
She smiled at him and said, "Cheers."