A/N: Wheeeeee! Dani here needs some sleep!

Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were mine, the show would be rated NC-17. Just kidding! Or not.


"What?" Elliot asked.

"Oh my God," Olivia repeated.

"Olivia, what is it?"

"This letter... someone from the WPP wants to meet me today! Oh my God. I has to be Jay! It just has to be. God, I don't believe it! It's been so long. What, eight years? Maybe longer. Man. I am really getting old. Seriously. I-"

"Liv, hush." Elliot smiled at her rambling. "Congratulations on getting in touch with an old friend. I remember the feeling of getting a letter from someone who was in the marines with me. It's nice. And when you go to meet them it's just like old times."

Olivia nodded. "Yea. I'm so excited, El! I can't wait to see Jay! Oh, God. What am I going to wear?"

"Why don't you get through your paperwork first? Then you can worry about that."

"Oh yes." Olivia stared longingly at one of the pieces of paper. She began to read. She continued to read until she realized something.

"Elliot, I've been reading the same sentence over and over again. Do you mind if I go take a walk? Get some fresh air?"

"No, go ahead," Elliot replied. "I'll be here."

Olivia walked out of the building and stepped into the hot August air, suddenly wishing she had an elastic to pull back her short hair. She figured she may as well just bear with the heat. She walked down the street, unable to stop thinking about Jay. Back when they had worked together, she'd had major feelings for him. Eventually, they'd ended up sleeping together, and, in a moment of weakness, Jay had told her that he loved her. Olivia lived by those words every second of her life after that.

Eventually, there had been a crime involving a man in the hotel in which Jay had been staying for the weekend. Olivia didn't know the details; only that Jay had gotten shot in the arm. When Olivia had visited him that night in the hospital, he told her that he was going to have to be put in the Witness Protection Program until the man was caught. Olivia had been devastated. She remembered crying herself to sleep that night, right at his bedside.

Before he'd left, they'd had one last goodbye. When he was gone, she only heard from him about five times. After that any letters and phone calls stopped coming. Olivia had grown angry with him. now, she decided, she could put the past behind her and get on with her life.

I wonder if he still looks the same... she thought to herself, turning around and walking back to the precinct. Maybe we can catch up on old times. She walked into the building, her sweat-soaked hair sticking to the back oh her neck.

"Wow, Liv. You weren't gone long," Elliot pointed out.

"Nah." Olivia sat down. "A short walk was just what I needed." She continued working on her paperwork, this time able to pay attention to it. Courtney Smithe stated that she had been abused by her mother for the past eight years.

The phone was ringing. Jay quickly ran over and snatched it from the receiver. "Hello?" He frowned when he heard the sobs of a hysterical woman on the other end of the phone. "Who is this?"

"Jay?"

"'Livia! What's the matter, sweet?" He jerked his head up, alarmed.

"My mother- she- she tried to beat me today. And I hit her. Really. Hard. Oh, Jay, what am I going to do?"

"Shh, it's okay, Liv. Is she all right?"

"She's conscious, she's just a little shaken up. I'm scared, Jay. What if she tries to kill me? What if she calls the cops on me? What if-"

"Liv, why don't you leave and come over here for awhile. Tell her you're sorry, and say you'll be back later. Then come over here and we can talk."

Jay heard Olivia's shaken breaths. "All. Right." She hung up.

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"Jay, it's me," Olivia said into the speaker. "Let me in, please." She heard a click, then opened the door and walked up to Jay's apartment.

"Liv, come here." Jay pulled Olivia into his arms and let her cry. She cried until her body began shaking uncontrollably. When she pulled away, she looked straight into Jay's eyes. She slowly leaned toward him until their lips met. Before he knew it, her hands were tugging at the top of his shirt, trying to get the buttons undone.

"Liv, what- what are you doing?" Jay asked.

"Jay. Please. I need you right now," Olivia said, her hands reaching up to cradle his head.

Jay kissed her again, lifting her up and carrying her into the bedroom.

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"Liv. Earth to Liv. Come on, Liv."

Olivia shook her head and looked at Elliot, who had been calling her. "Sorry. Must have zoned out."

"Really. Didn't notice. Listen, I talked to Cragen about the letter. He said you should go. You've been dealing with too much lately. And, besides. This letter says that your WPP person- Jay, I guess- wants to meet you at that diner on 37th at 12. And it's 11:45."

"11:45! Shit! Thanks, El." Olivia jumped up from her desk and ran out the door. She jumped into the car and drove quickly, thankful that she was a cop and could get out of a ticket if she had to. When she reached the diner, she parked her car and took a deep breath. She pulled down her visor and looked at herself. After reapplying a little makeup and finger-brushing her hair, she got out of the car and made her way into the diner.

She walked inside, pulling out the letter. The diner on 37th Street. Your friend will be waiting at table six. Please meet them there promptly at 12:00pm. Olivia scanned the diner.

"Hi! How can I help you?" a waitress asked. Olivia looked at the waitress' outfit, complete with a tag screaming "Hi! I'm Lisa!"

"Hi, Lisa. Could you tell me where table six is?" Olivia asked.

"Right over there. Across from the jukebox."

"Thanks." Olivia smiled at Lisa and walked toward the table. Her heart began beating a little faster with each step. There was a silhouette of a body sitting here, back facing Olivia. As Olivia got closer, she realized something.

The person was not a man, which meant it could not have been Jay.

The person did not have blonde hair, which meant it could not have been Alex. Olivia quickly dismissed the possibility that Alex could have dyed her hair. Alex would never do that.

Olivia reached up and touched her own hair, realizing the woman had the same exact shade of brown. Olivia wished the woman would turn around, so she could get a good look at her.

As if reading Olivia's mind, the woman turned her head slightly to look at the clock on the wall. Olivia got a good look at the woman's deep brown eyes and small nose with a slight curl at the end.

Shit.

Olivia rushed out of the diner, pulling out her cell phone. She pressed the speed dial button for Elliot, who answered on the first ring.

"Liv, what's wrong?" he asked.

"El. The letter. I got here. The diner." Olivia couldn't get the words right.

"Whoa, slow down. Now take a deep breath," Olivia obeyed, "and tell me what's going on."

"Elliot. My mother. Is in. The diner."