Dirty Little Secret

A/n: Just a little clarification, cause I know some of you are wondering… this isn't an OE fic. As of right now, I'm not planning on having any relationships, other than what's going on with Olivia and Trevor.

Olivia stared down at the bottle of beer in front of her. "Drowning your sorrows?" a familiar voice asked. She looked up and into the eyes of Brian Cassidy.

"Hey Brian."

"What's got you so down in the dumps that you're sitting in a bar by yourself?" he asked.

"Psych evaluations," she replied.

"Ouch."

"Tell me about it."

"It's bad?" he asked, sitting down next to her.

"I'm lucky Cragen hasn't put me on ass duty," she replied, twirling her beer around so that the label was facing the opposite direction.

"What? They think you're about to become some psycho axe murderer or something?" he asked, causing her to smile.

"Nothing that bad," she replied.

"Okay, so back to my original question: What's got you so down in the dumps that you're sitting in a bar by yourself?" he asked again. She looked up and turned to him.

"Honestly, I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Everything's changing."

"What's changing?" he asked. He didn't know where this was going to go, but he knew that at this moment she really needed a friend. He just wanted to be that friend.

"Everything. You know, I actually fooled myself into believing that all those years with my mom didn't affect me," she told him.

"You had all of us fooled when I was in SVU. I'm guessing you still fool most of them."

"Everyone but Elliot." She looked down at the beer again and her head shot up. "I should go."

"Liv…" he began. She got up and took her jacket.

"I shouldn't be here," she said. Brian nodded and stood up.

"Okay, then I'll walk you home," he said. As much as he knew she wanted to be away from him, his instincts also told him that leaving her alone was a bad idea.

"Brian…"

"No buts. I'm not letting you walk home by yourself," he said. She sighed and nodded, not in the mood to fight him at the moment.

"Fine."

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Olivia unlocked the front door of her building. "Thanks, Brian," she said. She turned and walked into the building as he walked back to the bar. As she walked up the stairs, she could hear someone banging on a door. As the noise became louder, she also heard a voice to go along with the pounding.

"Come on, Olivia. Just open the damn door. I'm sorry," Trevor said. She stood at the top of the stairs, watching him.

"Who the hell let you in?" she asked, startling him.

"Olivia…"

"Who let you in?" she asked again.

"Liv, I'm so sorry…"

"I don't give a damn. Who let you in?" She watched him closely, afraid to go near him. She gently pushed her jacket back, exposing her holstered weapon and praying he would take the hint.

"Olivia…" He began slowly moving toward her. Her hand moved closer to the gun.

"Don't come anywhere near me." She watched as he put his hands up in what she thought was defeat.

"I won't touch you this time, I promise. I just wanted to apologize for the other day," he told her. He moved back, well past her door. "I'm sorry."

"Trevor, you can say that as many times as you want, and it still won't make it true," she reminded him. She moved slowly toward her door, keys in hand. Before she knew it, he was standing right next her.

"I do mean it, Liv," he whispered. "I want to make this work. I want to make us work." She turned sharply and looked at him.

"Get it through your thick skull, Trevor. 'Us' no longer exists." She watched as his eyes betrayed his emotions. He was pissed off. Even worse than before.

A/n: Haha! Cliffhanger! I'm not actually going to write out every detail of what happens next, but it'll be obvious later on. I promise. And the whole story will be told. Just be patient!