This song is sooooo my guilty pleasure. I won't pretend that it isn't. I heard it right after I watched In Loco Parentis and the scene with Stone and Benson in Forlini's (which punch me in the face SVU!). She totally hesitated at the end when she saw Stone's name on the door instead of Barba's. This is my head canon about what happened at Forlini's right after the camera cut away.

You should know
It's hard to just forget the past
So fast
It was good
It was bad,
But it was real
-Enrique Iglesias (Escape)

He watched her for a moment, shifting in her seat, glancing around this place. He grabbed his wine, taking a sip.

"Is that little speech how you won Barba over?" Stone asked her, seeming to catch her off guard with that name coming out of his mouth. She just stared at him.

"The less perfect they are, the harder we fight? Feels like maybe you have used that line before." She shrugged, not really meeting his eyes.

"Maybe once or twice" she sighed, looking back at him. "New ADA's always have the one case…" she trailed off, running her fingers over the stem of the wine glass. He noticed she hadn't taken a sip.

"What was Barba's?"

She smiled and he knew she was losing herself in the memory.

"There was this case right after he started. He's all gruff and grumpy and super caffeinated. These grown men started coming forward about stuff that had gone on when they had all gone to this prep school. It went on for years. The boys just suffered through. Until they all started talking. We went there, me and him. He gave me some line about how he was a prosecutor, not a healer. I told him he could be both. Then when it all came out and he came to that meeting… honestly, I was so surprised to see him there. He basically said that the point wasn't to ever take it to trial. He got it after that. Not that we didn't fight. Cause oh Lord did we fight. But that case made him see it's not just about winning or losing. It's about healing. Helping. Giving a voice to those who feel like they don't have one."

He just nodded. "And you miss him."

"So much" she whispered. He could tell she didn't mean to verbalize that thought because the look on her face when she realized what she had said told him as much. Her eyes were wide as she finally looked back at him.

Stone held up his hand. "I get it. I do. You worked with him for a long time. You two had a report. I've heard all about it. Your team is loyal to him. I can see it on their faces every time I walk in. I'm pretty sure Rollins wishes I would fall into a hole." Olivia smiled, not correcting him. "I do appreciate you sharing that story with me, though. Thank you."

She gave him a very slight smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes as she went back to staring at her wine glass.

"You can have a sip of the wine, Olivia. You are off the clock."

She shook her head, glancing around. "I know this will sound weird, but I can't. Not this wine. Not here. Not with…"

It clicked. "Me." He finished the sentence for her. She motioned over her shoulder. "That was our unofficial booth back there. When we needed quiet to talk or think, that's where we went. I would order this wine, he would get some scotch…" she trailed off, not finishing whatever thought she was having. Not that he needed her to. That memory was hers. He didn't need to know about it.

"Have you heard from him?"

She shook her head. "No. No one has. Which is fine. He needs time. I get that."

"Doesn't make it any easier, does it?" She just shook her head. "Have you?" She asked, meeting his eyes with a look of hope and dread.

He laughed. "No. I can't imagine I'm at the top of his list of people he would like to talk to. Ever."

"You were doing your job."

"And you were right. He is a good man. I may not agree with what he did, but he is a good man." She quickly looked away, but not before he caught tears in her eyes. She glanced at her phone.

"I have to go. My nanny has already stayed late enough this week so…" Stone nodded, starting to get up with her. She waved him off. "Stay for dinner. The food is pretty good here. Tell Anthony I told you to order the filet. He will make sure you are taken care of." She smiled at him and took a few steps toward the door.

"Olivia?" She turned back to look at him. "Do you want me to ask around? See if anyone…" She shook her head.

"No. Stone, it's ok. I appreciate the offer, but… he will reach out. I know it."

"I'm sure he will." And with that, she gave him one last wave and left.