Three weeks pass...

The demons keep her awake. Restlessness is an old friend. The peace is an enemy. Demons taunting her in her sleep. When eye lids close over chocolate brown eyes the pictures, the faces, the stories they are all real. Playing in an endless loop. Sleep won't come tonight. It's morning and the presence of sleep is still unknown.

The bench is empty. Not a surprise. It's an old bench with history. Everything has history. Even her. Her mind travels to the day she met the beautiful stranger, Alex. Does she have history? The images of that day play in a loop like the evils presented to her. The hair, the face, those blue eyes. Mesmerizing.

"You have it bad, Benson."

"I still see that after three weeks you still talk to yourself."

She smiles as she turns around. Acknowledges with a slight nod.

"Consistency. I like that." Alex says taking a seat next to the Detective.

She feels the familiarity already.

"We have to stop meeting like this."

The blonde taps her chin pretending to be in deep in thought. "Ahh. But you are wrong. To meet means frequently. I see it as crossing paths."

Olivia takes the blonde's hand in hers.

"I like crossing paths."

The blonde squeezes the hand holding hers. The electricity is high and raw.

"Me too."

They both sit there hand in hand watching the people walk by. No one notices their joined hands except for them. How strangers can meet and have this connection is not lost to Olivia. It has been a while since she's met someone that makes her heart beat stronger, faster. Alex sits next to her taking her in. It's been a while since she's met someone that makes her melt inside, someone that turns her into a puddle of love.

"Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" Olivia asks in a low tone.

Alex releases the Detectives hand and runs her fingers through the dark hair. Carefully she leans in and whispers in her ear, "I'd love to."

She feels Alex's breath on her neck it's hot and alluring. Slowly she turns her head and brushes her lips against soft pink lips. Olivia smiles as she looks into deep blue eyes that flutter shut and capture her lips once again. The kiss is invigorating, slow and sensual with many untold promises. Cupping the blondes face, Olivia draws her in closer and deeper.

They both part without breath.

"That was amazing. I've never done that before." Alex says while catching her breath.

Someone from behind clears their throat. "Liv..."

Olivia recognizes the voice and turns around. If he's here it's never a good thing. The smile that was on her face vanishes as she looks at her partners' appearance. He looks like he hasn't slept in days. In fact he hasn't. Wearing the same shirt he had on the day before. His tie loosely tied around his neck. He looks apologetically at her and Alex. He never likes to interrupt.

"Sorry but we got something new on the case. I called your cell and got no answer, as well as your apartment and nothing."

"It's ok, Elliot. Let me just say goodbye."

He looks at Alex and nods. Now he knows what has gotten her attention for the last couple of weeks. The blonde is a beauty. He turns around and heads back to the car.

"Sorry."

"It's ok. I understand, you have a job to do. People aren't going to stop just because we sit here in our own little world."

She smiles at Alex. No one has ever understood the meaning of her job. Everything is for the victims. Standing up she leans forward and gives a quick kiss to Alex and hands her a business card.

"Call me later. We need to make plans for tonight."

"I'll hold you to that, Detective."

Alex watches Olivia walk into the wind. The business card is thick in her hands. Turning it around she reads, 'Special Victims Unit'.