Author's Note: As always, thanks for your reviews. I truly appreciate every word. This chapter wraps this one up. Let me know what you think and whether or not a sequel or possible series is worthwhile. Enjoy!

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Three weeks later, Liv sat in the waiting room of her doctor's office flipping through a magazine that was easily a year old. Her cell phone chirped twice indicating a text message.

Dr. McCurvey: where R U?

LivB: Dr. final arm check up. how r u?

Dr. McCurvey: good. miss u, tho.

LivB: me 2. :-*

"Olivia Benson?" A young woman called Olivia's name.

"Here." Liv typed one last message before she shut off her phone.

LivB: just got called. ttyl

"How are you today, Detective Benson?" The nurse asked with a smile.

"Just great. The arm feels much better and I was cleared from desk duty by PT."

"Ok, we'll just get a few vitals and then the doctor will be right in."

"Sounds good." Liv rolled up her sleeve for the nurse to take her blood pressure and pulse.

"Ok, shirt off, bra stays on...gown opens in back." She smiled and handed Liv the hospital johnny.

"Super. Thanks." Liv quickly changed and hopped up on the table.

There was a polite knock on the door a few minutes later.

"Come on in." Liv called.

"Hello Detective."

Liv's head snapped up. She shook her head in disbelief. Surely her ears had deceived and now she was hallucinating. "Callie?"

Callie smiled a thousand watt smile as she walked in with Olivia's chart. "I'd prefer Dr. Torres until I release you from my care in about ten minutes."

"What the hell? How in the hell?" Liv decided in an instant that she didn't care or at least didn't wait for an answer before she flew across the room and threw her arms around Callie.

Callie hugged her back. "I'll explain it all, I promise. This was one of those things I had to sort out. I don't like to leave things unfinished. So, I'm here to finish your treatment today and then hopefully to reconnect with you, after this...uh, later...if you, uhm..."

Liv interrupted Callie's babble with her lips. She pressed a soft but sound kiss to the full red lips that haunted her nights these past several weeks.

"Ok, so you're good with reconnecting later then?" Callie laughed.

Liv rested her forehead against Callie's. "Yeah, I'm ok with that."

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Liv's cream-colored silk blouse billowed as she scooted through the crowd with two drinks. As the jet-black hair came in to view, followed by the delightful curves revealed by the hugging red dress, she smiled and shook her head a little. It was all still a little surreal. "Here you go, but make this drink last. I think I could file a half dozen assault charges just walking to and from the bar."

Callie smiled and slipped her hand around to the detective's firm butt. Her tight black slacks only accentuated her assets and she squeezed a little. "Can't blame 'em."

"Scoot over." Liv giggled as she slid in to the booth next to her date. "So, Dr. Torres, start at the beginning and tell me how you ended up playing doctor with me this morning." She sipped her Manhattan and raised an eyebrow.

Callie chuckled at Liv's comment. She stirred her Jack and Coke and explained that after several days of a most severe mope-fest, she was knocked to her senses by, of all people, Christina Yang. It hadn't taken her long to come up with a plan. And once Callie Torres had a plan, she was a woman of action. She had used some of her family money to get herself situated nicely and complete her transfer to Manhattan and St. Vincent's. She then called in every available favor to get to take over Liv's treatment from Dr. Reyes so she could surprise her.

"Wow. That's the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me." Liv felt the all too familiar lump in her throat. Callie had bent over backwards to get to her. This woman wanted to be with her. This goddess wanted to be with her. "Why?"

Callie bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. She looked down and then up at Liv slowly. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

That lump sunk down in to her stomach and then reappeared in Liv's throat along with her heart and maybe a couple other organs...and quite possibly a sponge because her mouth went dry. She tried her voice but only made a strangled croak. Her eyes welled up and she decided that actions spoke louder than words.

Callie waited an eternity as she watched Liv's facial expressions run the gamut. For half a second she thought the other woman was going to bolt or be sick. She was painfully aware of her own breathing and the beating of her own heart. Then Liv's lips were against hers softly.

Liv kissed Callie for a moment then attempted to swallow. She cleared her throat and tried her voice again. "I love you, too. It scares me a little how quickly I knew I loved you...but I do. I'm certain of it."

Now it was Callie's turn to well up. She placed a hand on either side of Olivia Benson's face and kissed her passionately, conveying their newly spoken love with a clashing of lips, teeth and tongue.

Liv's hands slowly ran down Callie's neck and in to the deep v of her dress. She gently stroked the soft warm flesh with her fingertips. Realizing how quickly things were heating up, she pulled back a bit.

"We need to get out of here, Liv." Callie panted in to her ear.

Liv quirked an eyebrow and said with a cocky smile, "Your place or mine?"

"Whichever's closer." Callie gave an evil grin.

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