For a week after the shooting, Amanda Rollins was, at Olivia's insistence, confined to a bed. Liv stayed with her when she was released from the hospital, and, to Olivia's great surprise, Amanda offered no resistance to the arrangement. Olivia slept on the pullout bed in the living room, though in truth she wasn't sleeping much. She was worrying about Amanda, constantly doing everything in her power to keep her comfortable. Her heart ached for this woman, this detective, who for some reason she could not explain, she felt some sort of gravitational pull towards.

"Don't know what to do Frannie." Olivia sighed absentmindedly as she rubbed the dog's ears. "I think I love your mom." She said in a whisper, leaning down to kiss the pitbull on the head. She laughed out loud as the dog licked her cheek, pushing her lightly away as her phone chimed. She moved into the kitchen, humming softly as she poured another mug of tea and ladled more soup into a fresh bowl, placing them onto a tray, carrying them into Amanda's room. "Sweetheart. Whats wrong? Whats the matter?" Amanda was sitting up in bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you in pain? I cant give you anymore medicine right now. You've just had a dose." She set the tray down, sitting on the bed beside Amanda, her breath catching as Amanda launched herself into her arms.

"I shouldn't be…this…upset. It was just a nightmare…just….he came back. He…he…" Amanda was sobbing, her face buried in Olivia's shoulder. "He…he..he came back."

"Honey…listen to me, okay? Shhh. Look at me." Oliva rubbed her back, being careful not to hurt her injured shoulder. "Shhh. I'm right here. I'm here. He's not going to hurt you anymore, ok? I'm here, look at me." Olivia's comforting voice soothed her, bringing her back to reality.

"You promise?" Amanda asked gently, embarrassed at how weak her voice sounded. She was a cop, for God's sake, she wasn't supposed to be weak. Even so, she was comforted by the warmth of Olivia's arms around her, but she still couldn't stop crying. She could barely get her breath.

"Amanda….." Olivia moved them both so they were lying underneath the covers, Olivia lying on her back, Amanda's head on her chest. "I've got you. Ok. No matter what happens, I'm going to keep you safe." Her whisper was soft, filled with something Amanda could barely place, but soon recognized it as grief. Soft tears fell on her head, and Amanda realized with a start that Olivia was crying.

"Liv, you ok?" She asked gently, raising her hand to grasp Liv's in her own. Her own breathing was returning to normal, and she was, to her surprise, growing calmer as she focused on finding out what was upsetting the woman she loved.

"Mind if I tell you something?" Olivia sniffled, squeezing Amanda's hand, helping her to sit up against the pillows, laying the food trays across her lap.

Amanda nodded, a soft expression in her eyes, shakily raising the steaming mug of peppermint tea to her lips, smiling reassuringly. "You can tell me anything Liv."

"Years ago, I was in a relationship with our ADA, Alexandra Cabot. We went out as a group, and as we were leaving the bar, Alex was shot by a man in a car. She…" Her voice caught. " She died in my arms." Olivia paused. " When you were shot, I..I …It was like reliving that moment all over again. I couldn't…I couldn't let anything..I didn't want"

Amanda sighed , setting the mug aside, and wrapping her good arm around Olivia. "I'm sorry I put you through that."

"No. Don't apologize. Please don't apologize." Olivia's voice came out stronger than she intended, and her heart fell as Amanda jumped back. "Hey, its alright."

"Never said it wasn't." Amanda shook her head, sipping the soup. "Best chicken noodle Ive had in a while. What uh, what brand is this?"

"I made it. From scratch actually." Oliva noticed the teasing look in Amanda's eyes, shaking her head. "Youre impossible Rollins, you know that?"

"Youre the impossible one." Amanda liked where this was going. She was doing her best to distract Olivia from her grief, and it seemed to her she was doing a pretty good job. "Frannie been out tonight?"

"Oh yes. While you were sleeping earlier, I took her for a six mile run. Tired her out. And before you ask, she ate, and I took her out again half out later." Olivia smirked. "Are you aware that your dog has been sleeping on my bed every night I've been here? I think she likes me best."

"Nah, she just knows you wont kick her out when she snores." Amanda reached for her laptop, opening it up and logging onto the online poker forum. "Wanna be my lucky charm again Liv?"

"Amanda." Olivia's eyes had turned hard, but not angry. She sighed, and moved closer to Amanda, closing the lid of the laptop.

"What the hell?" Amanda snapped, reopening the laptop, which Oliva jerked out of her hands.

"You've played enough. Before you say anything, I checked your mail. You've got six letters from debt collectors. SIX." Olivia held up one finger, staring at her firmly. " You have a problem Rollins."

"Seems like YOU'VE got the problem, going through my mail. You know that's a federal offense, right?"

"I didn't go through your mail. I pulled it out of the damn mailbox" Olivia's eyes were stony, and she didn't even jump at Amanda's anger.

"Give me the laptop Liv." Amanda hissed. "Im not doing any harm. Im not stealing, im not on drugs."

"Fine, you know what, I give up. Fine. Fine. Ruin your own life. I cant help you." She tossed the laptop on the bed, turning from the room. "Im taking your dog for a run. I need to clear my head before I say something stupid."

Olivia ran until Frannie refused to run further, then plopped down on the grass. "Maybe I did it wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to do anything at all. But I want to help her. I can't let anything happen to her. Even, if shes the one destroying her own life." Frannie didn't respond, just laid on the grass, frog legged, and panting, a stereotypically adorable pit bull expression on her face.

Amanda was asleep when Oliva returned, and so she turned out the lights, hopped in the shower, and curled up into bed. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to reach Amanda. For the first time since Alex died, she prayed. Prayed for a miracle, for something to happen to cause Amanda to stop gambling before it got so bad, she can't quit on her own.