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Two weeks later…

The autumn winds have turned into a winter chill. The trees are now bare, the normal soft edges of a tree gone looking at them you see they rough edges and the sharp points of it's tree limbs. The budding relationship between both women is moving slowly with talk of getting to know each other better. On a rare day off for Olivia she sits in Alex's apartment staring out the window.

"What are you thinking?" Alex already knows when something is on her mind. Treading on egg shells with the Detective has never been an option for her.

"How perfect this is. How perfect it feels. Here being with you." Olivia places her hand on the cool glass an instant fogs forms around it leaving an imprint.

"Have you ever been in love before?" She's asked this question to Olivia once but never got an answer.

"No."

Alex goes over to the window where Olivia sits staring out of it. Olivia moves so the blonde can sit on her lap to be closer to her. Placing her pale hand next to the imprint on the glass, Alex waits till the fog imprints her own. When it does she looks into rich brown eyes leans in and whispers, "There's always a first for everything."

Olivia looks at the window to see the two overlapping hands. She's never felt like that, to be loved by someone she barely knows. Wrapping her arms around the slender waist she kisses Alex's shoulder. Whoever told Olivia that love is defined by a single moment wasn't lying. All the failed relationships will never compare to the one she has with Alex. She thinks that Alex has spoiled her for any future relationships but she doesn't care. At the moment she only wants to be with the beautiful blonde stranger who walked into her life one fateful morning at the park.

That night their emotional connection turned into a physical one as Olivia took Alex to bed for the first time. Soft sighs, moans and whimpers fill the endless hours of the night as they both taste and map each other out. Alex's creamy thighs wrap around Olivia's waist as she thrusts deeper into the blonde taking her over the edge and into oblivion. Olivia's name being repeated into her ear as a quivering blonde regains some composure from her release is enough to bring Olivia to her own release. Arms trembling from holding her weight give out as Olivia falls on the blonde. Two curvaceous bodies fitting into one.

Alex pulls back Olivia's bangs from her face so she look into the brown eyes that weaken her defenses. It's unbelievable that someone could do this to her. Brown eyes look into her blue and the trust that she never had for someone is completely there as well as the detectives weight filling her making her whole. Alex smiles when she feels Olivia gyrate her hips into her. Falling into the old age rhythm she comes again. Raking her nails through the rippled muscles of the Detectives back she cries out her name as well as a litany of swear words. Tightening her thighs around Olivia she brings her closer and it's Olivia who cries out this time.

"Alex…Alex…Alex…"

"I've got you, Liv."

"I love you, Alex."

The winter snow danced as Olivia and Alex watched them fall quietly to the ground. The pale light of the moon shining through the open window, caressing the skin of both lovers as they lay in each others arms. Olivia looked down at the blonde and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're beautiful."

A rosy tint crept its way up Alex's neck and cheeks. "Flattery will get you no where, Detective."

"It won't but it's definitely a good start. You always blush when I call you beautiful."

Alex brought her lips to Olivia's in a deep kiss. As it grew in passion, Alex had never heard no one call her beautiful the way the brunette said it. Olivia's eyes held the truth of the word and her voice in awe, almost worshipping, as she whispered the sensual word. Beautiful.

"I love you, Liv."

Catching the breath the blonde had stolen from her she looked into the deep blue eyes to seek out the truth. Seeing nothing but tenderness and love, Olivia held her closer, because she to confessed her love for Alex in the throws of passion. Remembering the way Alex held her when she jumped into the abyss of passion brought a small tear to her eye. Wiping it away she responded, "Me to, Alex, me too."

In the warm bed, Alex was claimed by sleep first as she lay her head on Olivia's shoulder, warm arms wrapped around her body. Brown eyes scanned the naked body on hers, watching the rise and fall of the body on hers brought her a peace she never knew. After what seemed forever, Olivia finally succumbed to sleep.

The sound of the shrieking phone made her restless in her sleep and she knew she had to pick it up because there was another victim. Another tortured soul somewhere needing their help even though sometimes they couldn't provide it. The only thing they could provide for those hopeless cases was to give false hope. Lie.

Carefully not trying to disturb the woman in her arms she picked up the phone.

"Benson."

Hearing the details on the phone from Elliot she gave another long sigh. It was going to be a long day, a long day away from Alex. Giving directions to the blonde's apartment she lay back down onto the bed for a few minutes. Needing to get up and get ready to leave she got up trying not to disturb her.

Alex stirred at the noise and movements going on inside her bathroom and bedroom. Stretching, she was met with cold emptiness instead of the warm body that was holding her as she slept.

"You have to go?"

"Yes, baby, I'm so sorry. Trust me I would rather be in your arms and bed right now."

"It's ok, Liv. Just promise to call me."

"Promise." Kissing Alex one last time she stepped out into the cold night and into the waiting car.

They made their way silently across the sleeping city to the crime scene. Both Detectives lost in their own heads. The quietness was comforting to them both but Elliot broke it when he asked a question as they neared the scene.

"Made that girl of yours a woman?" He teased lightly. He knew that Olivia's relationship with Alex was slowly growing.

Olivia gave him a knowing smile. The car came to a stop in front of a yellow tape barrier.

As they got out Olivia gave a reply to his earlier question.

"By the way, Elliot, Alex is already a woman. I just made her whole."

It has been a long day filled with pain and interviews. Every person they spoke to about their newest victim got a pained expression when they broke the news of her passing. Maybe it wasn't so much that she passed away, though that should be enough, but the manner that she went. No one dreams of having such a pained death. Everyone wishes to pass in sleep. To leave in peace and cross the eternal path in peace. But we all can't be so fortunate.

The sun fell behind the grey buildings as vibrant colors lit up the sky, Olivia stood at the window looking out. The station was empty except for a few lingering bodies ready to leave the days terrors behind. The golden hue coming through the dirty barred window danced across her features and lit up her skin.

The sound of a door opening interrupted Olivia; she was met with a blue eyed stare as the blonde held open the heavy wooden door.

"You forgot to call."

"I'm sorry. Elliot and I have been running around the city all day."

Alex nodded and walked closer to Olivia. She held out her arms, an invite for a warm embrace. Olivia quickly moved into the waiting arms. The Detectives head on her shoulder as quiet sobs passed through her.

"Liv, are you ok?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because no matter what I do its never enough."

"Olivia what you do is enough."

"No its not. I couldn't even help my own mother."

Alex softly sighed and held Olivia. The tears of many painful memories wetting her shirt. But she didn't care.

"Why couldn't you help your mother?"

"I never caught her rapist, never knew his identity. She was drunk since I was born. I never knew why until she told me. She drank and drank, my once beautiful mother reeking of vodka. It was painful to see and I never knew why until she told me."

"What did she tell you?"

"I was so scared. Her eyes were blood shot red, words slurred. She was in another alcohol binge. But she didn't care, she told me the truth. After all those years she told me the truth of how I came to be. My existence."

Olivia lifted her head to look into the blue eyes. The once vibrant colors that lit up the sky were gone. Only the monotone of the dark blue painted the night. Olivia shared the feelings with the night, alone and only one color. A vastness of empty space.

"Tell me, Olivia."

"I was a product of that rape. My face reminded her of him. She was drunk when she was raped, she was drunk my whole life, she was drunk when she died. She didn't die in peace. She died in her hell."