Alright everyone, here's the revamped story! Enjoy!

Blake Cameron hesitantly entered the 1-6 in Manhattan, anxious to start his first day at the Special Victims Unit for the NYPD. Despite being a seasoned detective for the LAPD, he was nervous as all hell to be working in New York. Exhaling a deep breath, he opened the door and entered the squad room.

Amanda Rollins was the first to notice the unfamiliar individual in the squad room, and Hell be damned if he didn't have her full, undivided attention. Whoever he was, he was quite handsome and well built. His outfit sure isn't helping this scenario, either… There's something about a man in dark wash jeans, black loafers, a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the forearms, and a navy blue waistcoat. She pushed those thoughts aside and made eye contact with the handsome stranger. "Hello, how may I help you?"

Blake followed the voice for a moment or two and was met with a blonde woman with an athletic build. She was dressed in almost all black, save for the purple shirt, and he almost choked on his words - not because of her looks, but because of the slightly intimidating vibe that he'd received when he locked eyes with her. I wonder if she's Captain Benson? He exhaled sharply. "Captain Benson?"

Amanda bit back a chuckle at the man's words before getting to her feet and extending her hand. "I'm Detective Amanda Rollins. Captain Benson is in her office on a call; maybe I can help you..?"

Blake swallowed hard. "I… I'm Detective Blake Cameron, LAPD Homicide." He was met with a raised eyebrow. "Well, the transfer from LAPD Homicide."

A transfer? Liv didn't mention that. Amanda offered a warm grin. "I see." She motioned toward Benson's office. "C'mon, Benson's office is over there. Maybe she's finished up her call."

"I can wait if she's tied up," Blake responded, fighting the dryness in the back of his throat. He couldn't help his nerves; after what he'd heard from his former Lieutenant, SVU was "going to be an entirely different ball game compared to homicide." He exhaled silently and followed Amanda over to the Captain's office, still unsure of what to expect from his new commanding officer in spite of hearing from his former Lieutenant that Benson was a well seasoned detective, and a critical part of his new unit. Breathe, Blake - you can do this.

Amanda rapped on the door to Benson's office, slightly relieved to find out that she wasn't interrupting Benson's phone call with her son, Noah. "Liv, do you have a second?"

"Yeah, c'mon in, Amanda," Benson responded warmly. "What's up?"

Amanda stepped aside without a word and waved Blake into Benson's office. "Don't worry, she doesn't bite… much."

Check off the "sense of humor" box, Blake's subconscious chided. He composed himself and stepped into Benson's office. "Captain Benson?"

Olivia stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes fell upon a tall, muscular, caramel eyed man with raven colored, medium length curly hair. Whoa, okay. "How may I help you?"

Blake extended his hand to Olivia. "Detective Blake Cameron, the transfer from LAPD Homicide. You must be Captain Benson..?"

"Welcome aboard, Detective Cameron." Olivia took Blake's hand in hers and offered a modest smile. "It's good to have you here." She noticed a certain spark in Blake's eyes, one that was all too familiar with detectives that thought that they could handle just about any kind of case. Better tell him now. "Detective, I won't sugar coat this: SVU is a very tough job, and the nature of these cases will make your skin crawl, your heart to pound, and even want to have some 'alone time' with the suspects. So, before I assign you to your first case, I need your word that you will keep a clear head."

"You have my word, Captain," Blake answered honestly. "I was warned by my Lieutenant back in Homicide that SVU is a very different ballgame, and to not get my hopes up about it being a fresh start."

"Sounds like a wise person," Olivia stated. "You're going to be working side by side with Rollins."

"Yes ma'am," Blake replied, "and please call me Blake."

"Well, on that note, please call me Olivia." She escorted Blake back to the squad room. "Your desk is right across from Rollins'. You'll meet the rest of the team soon." She stopped him briefly on his way out, "and for God's sake, Blake, don't take the cases personally. That could end your career."

"I won't do that either, Olivia," Blake vowed before approaching Rollins. "So… I guess we're partners?"

"Better me than one of the guys," Rollins joked, earning a raised eyebrow from Blake. "I'm kidding, Blake; Fin and Carisi are some of the best, and judging by the look on your face, you'll fit in just fine."

"I hope so," Blake stated plainly. "So, how are we gonna do this? Paperwork first, interview, summarizing a-"

"Mercy Hospital just called." Benson's sudden presence startled Blake for just a moment. "Our victim, Lily Romanova, is awake now. I'm gonna have you two interview her and her parents. I'm sending Fin and Carisi to talk to her friends."

"You got it," Rollins replied before turning her attention to Blake. "C'mon, California Kid, let's see how you handle this."

California Kid? Seriously? Blake stuffed his phone in his pocket and clipped his badge to his belt. "I'll drive." He escorted Amanda to his newly issued Interceptor, still unsure of what to expect. "Amanda, I hate to ask, but do you have any advice on how to talk to the vic?"

Asking me for advice? Are you serious? "... you've never done this before?"

"No," Blake admitted painfully. "I worked in homicide, so I mainly dealt with witnesses…"

"Well, aren't you lucky," Amanda quipped, sliding into the passenger seat of Blake's Interceptor.

Blake bit back a glare. "I don't know if that would be considered luck." He jammed his keys into the ignition.

"What do you mean?" Rollins questioned, raising a blonde eyebrow at Blake.

"Talking to people after they've found out that one of the most important people in their lives' has been taken, often by gunfire, isn't lucky," Blake elaborated. "I worked Homicide to provide closure and bring justice to the families and friends of the victims." He let out a heavy sigh. "Dealing with a thirteen year old that was shot and killed in a drive-by, or was murdered for being associated with someone in particular, wasn't a cake walk, either." He all but thundered out of the parking lot. "My squad mates and I didn't deal with child rape victims, so we didn't exactly… know how to talk to them, or to the family members. That's not something that's necessarily covered in Homicide."

Rollins took a moment to digest Blake's words. "I'm sorry, Blake… I didn't know." She winced when he made a hard left turn out of the parking lot.

"It's fine…" Blake trailed off as he turned on his car. "My main worry is saying something wrong and upsetting the child or the parents, y'know?"

Rollins studied the handsome detective closely, noting that an entirely different aura had gripped him. "That's why we go in as a team. I'll talk to the vic, and you talk to the parents."

"Alright," Blake nodded, doing his best to remain calm in the awful traffic that surrounded them. He even debated on putting on the lights and sirens to get to the hospital faster, but decided against it. He rolled up to a stoplight and exhaled sharply. "How far are we from the hospital?"

"Stay on this road for about ten minutes, and then take a right," Rollins instructed. She continued to try and get a better reading on the newcomer, but her efforts didn't pan out.

Out of nowhere, a black Ford Fusion cut in front of them, and Blake's hand almost went through the steering wheel as he honked his horn. "What the hell was that, dude?"

"Just another day in New York traffic," Rollins supplied. "You'll get used to it eventually."

"As long as nobody tries to hit us, we're good," Blake lamented. "Okay, here we go…" He took a hard right and rolled up to Mercy Hospital, his heart now slamming against his ribs. Don't show her that you're nervous, or you'll be stuck with desk duty.

Rollins raised an eyebrow when Blake practically drifted into the nearest parking spot. "Cameron, are you gonna be okay? You're driving a little erratically…"

Blake turned off the car and locked eyes with Rollins. "I'm fine."

I don't think you are, kid. Rollins unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. "Are you sure you're ready for this..?"

"As ready as I can be..." Blake trailed off as he locked the car and followed Rollins into the hospital.