He got under her skin way more than she'd like to admit and she knew why, he reminded her of Elliot. He was hot headed and quick to break rules, another cop with a failing marriage except his wife wasn't sitting at home waiting for him, she was half way around the world working and that only made him worse than Elliot.

She could tell he was jealous. A man had shown up that had known his wife and it had all kicked off. She could imagine Elliot in his position, how he would have reacted if he had thought Kathy was having an affair but she was the perfect wife, never straying… just like Elliot.

Olivia shakes her head trying to lose the picture of him in her mind once again. It had been months since he had left but still she wasn't ok. She was getting better at hiding it at work but she thought of him every second, she would look over at what would always be his desk and her heart would break and she thought it a sick joke from god that her replacement was a knock off version of Elliot.

She couldn't concentrate on the paper in front of her anymore, she could already feel the tears sting her eyes thanks to thinking of her ex partner for too long so instead she shuts the file and throws it in her draw before heading back to the locker room, she had to get out of here before she started yet another row with someone simply because they weren't Elliot.

Unluckily for her she finds Amaro in the locker room pacing up and down and she notices the bloodied knuckles. Just like Elliot. She looked away from him, she had no time for the pity party he was throwing himself out of jealousy. His wife probably was fucking someone else and she wasn't sure she blamed her if this was the man she was married to. She walks straight past him accidentally knocking into him but she doesn't apologise and it gives him the ammo he needs to start a pointless argument.

"An 'Excuse me' would have been polite."

"Or you could go home and get out of everyone's way? Or has your wife kicked you out again?"

She slams the door open as she talks, not in the mood to be his emotional punching bag tonight, she would give back as good as she got. She hears him move to stand behind her but she ignores him and carries on checking she has all that she needs in her handbag.

"Is that what you want? Like it when your partner's wives kick them out? I bet you took advantage of that a lot with your old partner. What was his name again?"

She can hear the laugh as he asks the last question and she drops the bag back inside and squeezes the edge of the locker.

"Shut up. Now."

"Or what?"

"You don't wanna find out."

He laughs again and her cheeks burn in anger.

"Oh come on Liv, we all know how you two used to sort out your problems. You don't cry this much over just a partner."

Liv squeezes her eyes together as the humiliation washes over her. Everyone around her could see the mess she had become since he had left and she worries that's all she'll ever be known for.

"I don't know what you did with your ex partners but I can't say i've ever screwed one of mine."

"Did you want to Liv? Did you wish he'd come in here and whisper sweet nothings to you as he buried himself inside you."

Yes.

Olivia feels her cheeks burn for a different reason as the image of Elliot standing behind her now runs through her mind. She pictures it so vividly she can smell his cologne as her eyes press together and when she feels a hand on her hip she lets herself imagine it was Elliots.

"Was he never man enough?"

Liv shakes her head ever so slightly and Amaro grins, looking down at her ass in those tight jeans and notices the way it had bucked towards him. His spare hand runs over the curve of it and squeezes before trailing upwards to her belt and following it around her front to the buckle.

"Want me to show you what a real man does?"

She doesn't answer him, she refuses to speak a word to encourage this but she lets her hips move back to knock at his cock and when he pushes it into her she can feel he's at half mast already.

Amaro moves his other hand around to her front and undoes her belt and the button of her jeans and pulls them down over her ass as Liv drops her head forwards and squeezes her eyes shut.

His hands were softer than Elliots as they moved back across her now bare ass but when he moved his middle finger between her folds she could notice the difference less, pretending that Elliots hands were softer on that part of her body than the places she had felt them before.

His fingers rub against her clit and a low moan escapes her lips before she can bite down on her bottom lip to stop any more sounds coming from her. If he thinks she likes it too much he might talk and ruin the fantasy for her.

So lost in trying to keep silent as he uses his hands to try and make her moan she almost misses the sound of him unbuckling his own belt until the leather of it slaps on her ass and her eyes fly open. She'd thought about undoing the belt buckle on her old partner at the beginning of most fantasies, usually the ones where she would then fall to her knees and take his cock into her mouth but sometimes when he had her like this, bent over somewhere in work and about to fuck all of their issues away.

Amaro was struggling with his belt and removes his hand from between Liv's legs and without the physical contact of him she can imagine more that it was Elliot. She looks around the room remembering the times they'd been in here together, arguing, laughing but always seconds away from this. She hears the belt buckle clatter on the floor and she knows he's stood behind her ready to do what Elliot had refused to do for all of those years.

Clearly having a wife isn't stopping Amaro. She mentally shakes the taunts from her mind again as she feels him at her entrance and her anger at Elliot returns.

"Do it." she tells him. Do what he never could.

She gasps as he pushes into her. He grabs at both sides of her hips and holds her tightly as he bottoms out inside her.

"Look how easy that was." He jokes cruelly and she grips tighter onto the locker as the urge to turn and punch him runs through her but she doesn't want to let this moment go, the closest she's ever been to having Elliot in the way she'd always wanted.

Amaro isn't soft with her and she's thankful. She hates him for what they're doing, she hates herself and most of all she hates Elliot and she needs to be fucked so hard that she can't think about it.

She'd always wondered if Elliot would be any good having been with one woman for so long but Amaro was showing her that sex with one woman didn't mean you didn't know what you were doing. Her mind goes back to Elliot and she wonders how good he would be, would he know the way to touch her in the way it seemed Amaro did. She knew he was probably more adventurous with his wife with only one child to care for instead of all Elliots but she wants to believe that Elliot would know because Elliot knows her.

"Say his name Liv. who you're really thinking of."

She feels her walls tighten around his cock as he speaks and he only laughs again.

"I'm right aren't I? You're thinking of him, the man that left you. I don't mind, not if it helps you stop being such a stuck up bitch."

He thrusts into her harder as he speaks and Liv almost falls face first into the locker, moving her hands to grip the side of it for better leverage.

"Elliot."

"Yeah that's it, Elliot. I bet you're wishing he was man enough to do this?"

She tries to block out his taunts but they ring so true and she feels it like a knife through her heart. Why hadn't he done this? Did he not want it as much as her?

As her mind fights off the painful thoughts of Elliot she feels her lower half send shockwaves to her brain of an impending orgasm and she is both thankful and hateful that he had managed to get her this far.

With the blood rushing through her ears his grunting behind is muffled. Elliot's grunting. She can imagine so vividly the look on his face just before he comes and her mouth falls open as she gasps deeply, her pussy clenching around the cock inside her as she pictures Elliot.

"Fuckkk…" she groans as she comes, she keeps the 'El' from falling from her mouth by chewing down on her lip but she screams it inside her head and she prays it stays in there. The grunting behind her continues as she feels the grip on her hips tighten and the rhythm get faster and when he cums inside her groaning a tear falls from her eye.

If this was Elliot she'd have been praying that she'd have forgotten to take the pill this morning, that his impeccable catholic sperm would be the sperm to give her all that she wants.

She holds in her sobs until Amaro pulls out of her and then she cries, for once not caring who sees her cry over Elliot. She leans over and sobs as Amaro pulls up his own pants and then bends down to pull hers up for her as he realises she's crying too much to care that she's still standing there half naked.

He stands awkwardly for a moment unsure if he should comfort her or leave but she ignores his presence and he knows what she needs now is to let it all out but he says one sentence to her before he leaves that sparks the first bit of hope in Olivia since Elliot has left.

"They say if it's true love that they'll come back. Maybe not today, this week, maybe not even this year but if it's meant to be he'll come back for you Liv."

She doesn't say anything, she doesn't even acknowledge she'd heard him but as she wipes away her tears she clings onto those words that maybe one day she'll see him again.