I own no one but my own people

A/N Special shout out to Liv Cassidy AKA FrannieMaeRocks on twitter for helping me get out from between the rock and the hard place I accidentally wrote myself into :-)

"Amaro, you got the paperwork on the Monroe case?" Amanda asked not looking up from her screen.

"Nope," replied Amaro not even bothering to check.

"Well... I mean could you look?"

"Why would I need to look when I know I don't have it?"

Rollins and Fin glanced at one another before they turned back to him. "You okay, Man?" asked Fin curiously. "You've been acting weird all day."

"I'm fine," Amaro argued with a tone in his voice that told both Amanda and Fin he most certainly was not fine.

"Yeah because that sounded oh so peachy."

Amaro finally turned away from his computer to glare at the two partners. "Look, are you guys done nagging me when I'm trying to work or is this gonna be an all day occurrence?"

"Alright, what the hell is going on?" Amanda demanded. "Ever since you got back from Olivia's, you-."

Amaro interrupted with a harsh glare and bitterness in his words, "don't talk to me about that bitch."

Fin and Amanda were well beyond shocked at his choice of words about the woman Amaro, usually, respected on all sides leaving no room for argument. One time a perp had dared to call Olivia that and Amaro treated the rapist as if he had personally insulted his own mother.

After a moment of stunned silence Amanda shook away the astonishment and returned the glare. "You can't talk about her like that, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Rollins, stay out of it," cautioned Fin as he turned back to his own paperwork. "Let um work it out on their own."

"No because you can't call your partner a bitch!"

"But she's allowed to call my son a bastard and the son of a whore?" Amaro barked at the blonde. "You insult my family, I call you whatever I damn well like!"

That blurted confession once again sent the two partners into silence. Fin narrowed his eyes in confusion. "She called your son a bastard?"

Amaro nodded. "Yeah. I go over to give her back her purse and she seems really upset, probably something to do with that punk she's dating, I try to help, she tells me 'the man with the broken marriage and bastard son is gonna try to talk to me about relationships?' I told her not to talk about Gil that way but she told me 'what else am I supposed to call the son of a whore whose father abandoned them?' So yeah, forgive me if I'm not singing her praises right now."

Both Amanda and Fin's faces fell as Amaro's words rang in their ears. The blonde shook her head, biting her lip before she spoke. "This... this makes no sense. Olivia wouldn't say that and mean it."

"Well she did," Amaro shot back before he returned to his paperwork. "True colors come out."

"I don't know, Man, I've known Olivia for fourteen years," Fin offered. "That doesn't seem like her at all. I mean she's never even met her own father. Hell Calvin never even met his own father and she still to this day loves that boy like it's her own."

Amaro offered no more words of argument and ignored both partners, her words still seething in his mind and unable to see anything other than what she had told him.

Amanda turned towards Fin, a hint of worry on her face. "You think she's okay?"

Fin shrugged as he nodded towards her phone. "I like to stay out of dramatics but you can call her. See what's really going on."

Amanda nodded before she grabbed her phone and dialed Olivia's cell. After six rings her voice mail came on and Amanda hung up. "No answer," she announced.

"Call her again," Fin offered with another shrug.

Amanda tried the number again with the same results. Immediately after she hung up she tried again, this time leaving a short message for the brunette veteran to call her.

"I don't like this, Fin," Amanda muttered softly. "This isn't like her."

"It's her day off," Fin reminded his partner again, not thinking too much about the fact Olivia wasn't picking up her phone. "She's probably sleeping, taking a soak in the tub, having the time of her life with her guy... Call Cassidy and see if he's seen her."

Amanda quickly called the Cop, hoping for an answer but instead she got the same results;; 6 rings and a voice mail.

"He's not answering either," Amanda announced.

"Well there ya go. They're probably... busy," said Fin with a smirk. "She's probably better then all of us at the moment."

Amanda managed a weak smile but Fin's insistence that the reason for ignoring their calls was because they were having sex did little to help her concerns. A few more hours rolled by, Amaro offered no more words and continued to seethe while Fin and Amanda went back to their paperwork. Fin's mind was on the Knicks Game that would be playing tonight but Amanda's wouldn't get off of Olivia. What she had said to Amaro? That wasn't her. That wasn't her in the slightest. Something had to be wrong, it had to be.

She couldn't accept that her mentor had said that about an innocent boy...

When it was nearing twelve thirty Amanda picked up her phone again.

"You ordering out?" Fin asked as Amanda put the phone to her ear.

Amanda shook her head as it rang again. "Calling Olivia again."

Fin sighed as he leaned back in his chair, watching Amanda's face fall when she got no answer yet again. She quickly hung up and dialed Cassidy's number and had the same results.

"Something ain't right," Amanda said, her voice hitched in a little bit of fear when she hung up the phone. "Either Cassidy earns a world record for the longest screw of all time or something's really wrong."

Fin looked over his partners face, seeing true worry and fear etched into it. Sighing he stood up and threw on his jacket. "Where ya going?" asked Amanda.

"We're gonna go to her apartment so you can see for yourself she's perfectly fine."

Amanda offered Fin a genuine smile before she too stood up. "You coming, Nick?" she asked as she pulled on her own jacket glancing over at him.

"I've been there enough times today, thanks," said Amaro dryly without looking towards his two colleagues.

Amanda rolled her eyes as she and Fin left the precinct and headed to her apartment. Normally the drive would take about a half hour, but it was lunchtime in one of the busiest cities in the world. It took them almost an hour and a half to get to Olivia's apartment.

Amanda and Fin buzzed her apartment, receiving no answer. They glanced at one another briefly, for the first time since this started Fin's face showed an inkling of worry. They buzzed her again but with the same results.

"How do we get up there?" asked Amanda.

"I forgot you haven't lived in New York that long," said Fin as he ran his hand over all the buzzers, resulting in the door being unlocked from one of them. "Tricks of the trade," he told her with a smirk as he held open the door for her.

Amanda tried to muster a smile but couldn't manage to even fake it as they made their way up the four flights of stairs and stopping in front of her apartment.

Amanda knocked on the door and listened for any movement inside the house but received none. "Maybe she's not home?" Fin offered. "Turned her phone off, didn't wanna be disturbed."

"She called to check in on cases while she was vacationing in the Bahamas. You really think she'd turn her phone off because she had two days off?"

Fin shrugged before he knocked on his door a lot harder then Amanda had. "Yo, Liv, open up. It's me and Rollins," he called loudly through the door, again receiving no answer.

"Look, I know it's stupid, but-."

"Hang on," Fin interrupted as he breathed in the smell that was coming from her apartment, ten years of Narcotics experience coming back full force. "You smell that?"

Amanda sniffed the air and crinkled her nose. "What is it?"

"Someone inside was cooking Meth," Fin told her as he inhaled again. "It's stale but it's there."

Amanda's pulse began racing, her eyes wide, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Fin..." she began, her voice hitched in fright. "We found meth at Alice Parker's house when Lewis attacked her..."

Fin's face fell as he grabbed his gun and turned towards the door, wasting no time in kicking it open.

"Oh my God!" Amanda cried when she saw the scene of the home. Her kitchen was completely demolished, her living room which Amanda had always considered classy beyond compare looked like a hurricane had blown through it.

Both sprinted into her bedroom, neither prepared for the sight before them.

Olivia was unconscious on the bed, naked and spread eagle with blood pouring out from between her legs, her whole body covered in blood and scars, her hands bound to her headboard by cable.

"Liv!" Fin cried running towards her side. He felt for her pulse, having to press down hard to feel any inkling of it, her breathing practically non existent. "Liv, wake up!" he ordered shaking her unconscious form. "Come on, Baby, wake up, stay with me! Liv! Rollins, call a bus!"
Amanda was far too stunned to do anything but stand there in the doorway, shaking and clutching the doorway for support.

Fin snapped back and saw Amanda still standing there, shocked beyond anything he had seen. "CALL A BUS!" he bellowed, his breath nothing more then a frightened pant, jerking her out of her trance.

Amanda swallowed whatever fear had overwhelmed her and got out of walkie talkie, her hands shaking so bad she could barely hold down the button. "10-13! 10-13! Officer down! This is Detective Amanda Rollins, Badge Number 5607, Manhattan SVU! We have a Detective who was attacked, barely breathing, hardly any pulse! Apartment 4D, 203 West 85th Street, Manhattan!"

"Go in the bathroom and get me some towels! We gotta slow the bleeding until EMS gets here!" Fin ordered, still trying to rouse Olivia from unconsciousness. Amanda, still trembling, ran into the bathroom but stopping dead at the doorway, letting out a scream at what laid before her...

5 Days Earlier

Olivia moaned softly as her toes curled and her fingers gently stroked Cassidy's back while the two of them laid together in a bed that was covered in soft satin sheets and rose petals, one hand stroking the over sensitive nub while the other caressed her breast, his lips and tongue grazing her skin...

"You're so beautiful," he'd whisper in her ear before he began to nibble on it playfully whole Olivia fisted the sheets beneath her.

Brian moved away from her ear and looked down at her with a grin as he moved gently inside her. He opened his mouth to speak but only a ring left his lips..

"What was that?" she asked softly, not wanting to kill the moment.

He spoke again, this time the ring coming through clearer.

Olivia narrowed her eyes in confusion as another ring echoed, this time louder.

And it was that ring that pulled her from her dream.

Olivia opened her eyes slowly, cursing the alarm clock for pulling her from her dream. She silenced the clock and groaned as she rolled over in her bed and shut her eyes, trying to get back to her dream. Olivia always left herself at least half an hour before she actually had to start getting ready and left herself enough time to let her take her time with getting ready as well.

Olivia sighed as her eyes shut, her body still feeling the effects of the dream, her center slightly damp from the memories.

Olivia bit her lip as she looked over at the clock. Brian would be up in a little while. She tried to convince herself calling her boyfriend over for a quick screw that would make them both late for work wouldn't be totally irresponsible.

She sighed as she grabbed the pillow he usually slept on when he stayed the night and brought it closer, inhaling the scent she could only describe as Brian. Granted that did absolutely nothing to help her forget the dream but it comforted her.

She missed him. It had only been a day since she'd last seen him but it felt like a lot longer. Olivia groaned as the slight ache in between her legs refuse to disappear as she hugged the pillow closer.

When a significant amount of time had passed and Olivia was sure he'd be awake she picked up the phone and dialed Brian's number.

After four rings Olivia was about to hang up but he picked up with an out of breath "hello?"

"Hey it's me," Olivia told him. "Did I wake you?"

"Nah, I just got out of the shower. What's up?"

Olivia took a deep breath before she spoke. "I got the flowers and the note. It was very beautiful, thank you."

"You're very welcome." Olivia could practically hear the smile on his face. "And I really meant what I said. I'm sorry for everything I said and did."

Olivia shook her head. "You don't have anything to apologize for. I'm sorry I hurt you, I was being selfish," she told him, repeating the words Amanda had said to her yesterday. "You were hurt and all I cared about was my feelings."

"I shouldn't have said it before you were ready or say you think this relationship is a joke."

"We've been dating since September, any normal couple would have already said it to each other."

"I still screwed up."

"I screwed up worse."

"Hang on," Brian told her. "We're not gonna do one of those stupid teenage couple things where we end up arguing over who's the wrongest are we?"

"It looks like it."

"Well we need to stop it."

Olivia chuckled and nodded, sitting back in her bed. "Fine fine. But are we okay?"

"Of course, Baby." Brian seemed stunned she would even think otherwise. "We got into a fight, it happens."

Olivia let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Okay. Okay, good. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. But I gotta ask, why the early call? You could have waited until later in the day to call me."

Olivia shrugged. "I knew you'd be up and I had a dream about you so I woke up thinking about you..."

"You had a dream about me?"

Olivia blushed slightly. "Yes. I know it sounds cheesy but-."

"No no no no. But now I gotta know what kind of dream it was." She could practically hear the smirk.

Olivia shrugged, a sly smile growing on her lips as she leaned back in her bed. "It wasn't a bad dream. It was actually a very very good dream..."

"Oh really? And uh... what was I doing in this very very good dream?"

"Lets see," Olivia sighed as if she was struggling to remember. "You were on top of me. And you were nipping at my neck."

"And where exactly were my hands?" he asked in a low timber that sent a shudder through her back.

Olivia had to take a deep breath before she continued. "One was grabbing my breast and the other was in between my legs."

Brian groaned softly through the phone and she had to hold back her own moan. "Was I in you?"

Olivia nodded. "All the way," she told him in a sly whisper. "You were amazing. So amazing that it woke me up," she lied, deciding telling him about the alarm clock would kill the mood they had created.

"Did you wake up with a nice wet pussy?" Olivia bit her lip as his words rang in her ear. She had never been one for dirty talk during sex but the way Brian spoke to her when they were intimate that sent shudders down her spine. He knew when she needed him to take control and God did he know how to take control... But Brian was also one of the best lovers she ever had when she needed to just be close and intimate or when she needed to take control, giving just as much as he gave in all three situations.

"I did," she breathed softly.

"Are you wet right now?"

Olivia nodded, shifting her legs to aid in some of the need that was creeping back in between her legs. "Yes. And it's all because of you."

Brian took a deep breath before he spoke, his tone low and dripping with want for the woman on the phone. "I come over there and it's not gonna be gentle. I'm going to fuck you until you're screaming my name, you understand me?"

"I look forward to it," she purred.

She heard Brian shudder in delight. "I'll be right there."

The moment she heard the beep signifying he had hung up Olivia jumped out of the bed and ran to the shower. She only had twenty minutes before he would be there so she took one of the quickest showers in history, brushed her teeth, ran a brush through her hair and she had just managed to make the bed look halfway presentable when she heard her door unlock with the spare key she had given him.

Olivia jumped on the bed and smoothed out the outfit, not even worrying about the clock at this point as Brian, dressed in his uniform appeared in her bedroom, smirking at the vision before him.

"You certainly do know how to get a guy up and ready in the morning," he told her with a smirk as he dropped his gun belt on her floor.

Olivia shrugged as he approached her bed, smirking at him. "Not my fault you were in my dreams."

"Oh really?" he said with a sly grin as he began unbuttoning his top and pulled it off, leaving him in nothing but a white wife beater and his uniform pants. "I think," he breathed, "that it is in fact entirely your fault."

"Oh really?" she retaliated as he climbed on the bed and pushed her down, straddling her.

"Yup." He took off his wife beater and allowed Olivia to caress his well defined abs before he grabbed her hands and slammed them down on the bed. "And you're gonna get the best thank you you've ever received."

"How, exactly, will you be doing that?" Olivia asked, her voice trembling.

"By giving you the best fuck of your life," he hissed, his hand snaking into her hair and giving it a jerk back so his neck was exposed to him.

Without wasting another second his lips was on her, sucking and nipping at her neck, moving up until they found that one spot behind her ear that turned her into jelly.

Olivia let out a short lived scream and Brian grinned against her skin. "I love the fact you're a screamer," he breathed before he continued to devour her, finding out that particular fact fifteen years ago when they first slept together and it being just as true to this day.

His hand slid down between them and he ran a finger up her already dripping slit and brought it to his lips, giving his finger a gentle suck. He moaned appreciatively before he began moving his kisses down her body before he settled in between her legs.

He took one lick upwards and smirked when she screamed again. God he loved that sound...

"You got this wet just for me?" he breathed against her skin.

"Yes!" she moaned as began gently lapping at her with his tongue.

"Good."

With that he pressed his face into her and began lapping at her skin before his lips wrapped around her clit, earning another self gratifying scream as he alternated between sucking and licking.

He worked two fingers into her and began curling them forward being met with another scream.

Just as he started to work a third finger inside her there was a loud pounding at her door.

Both froze as the pounding continued. "I know you're in there!" a loud crotchety voice screeched at them.

"Fuck!" Olivia groaned as Brian pulled away from her and they both sat up in bed. With a heavy sigh Olivia pulled on her night clothes from the night before, a pair of shorts and a T shirt, before they headed out towards the door where the rather rude knocking continued.

Olivia went to unlock her doors but she found them already unlocked. She turned to Brian and narrowed her eyes. "You didn't lock the doors?"

Brian's face fell. "Shit, I'm sorry, Liv."

Olivia rolled her eyes but nevertheless she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, both ignoring the incessant knocking. "Don't let it happen again."

She turned back towards the door and opened it to an incredibly large older woman in her mid sixties with a sour expression, her gray hair pulled into a ponytail. "It is six thirty in the morning!" the woman barked at Olivia.

"She has a clock," Brian told the woman as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. "Granted she had other things on her mind then the time though," hr muttered against her skin and laying several playful kisses on the crook of her neck.

The woman glared at Brian before she turned back towards Olivia who was trying, and failing, to hold back a smile. "Well never the less I do not appreciate screaming when I am trying to sleep right next to your whore house!"

"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Pittman," said Olivia, not meaning the words at all.

"Oh really?" Pittman snapped. "Then why is it for the past week I've had to listen to you scream on a nightly basis!"

"I know you're lying because I wasn't here for the last few days top make her scream," said Brian with a playful smirk, once again forcing Olivia to hide her laughter.

Pittman gasped as if that was the filthiest thing that had ever been said in her presence. "How dare you! Just because you're the latest hoodlum to be sleeping with this slut-!"

"Hang on," interrupted Brian, the playfulness disappearing from his face. "Did you just call my girlfriend a slut?"

Pittman paused for a moment before she straightened herself out to the unintimidating height of 5'2. "Yes."

Brian raised his brow as he took his arms from around Olivia and walked in front of her. "I'm gonna ask that again," he told her, every single ounce of joy or playfulness gone replaced by what appeared to be anger. Olivia, who knew he wasn't really angry and was in fact trying to hold back her laughter, sat back and let him defend her from the woman she had had problems with on multiple occasions for one thing or another. "You really better think about the answer this time. Did you call my girlfriend a slut?"

Pittman swallowed her fear and nodded, taking a step back from him. "In the past two years alone she's had five different men in her apartment and screamed bloody murder each and every night she was with them! One of them was black and another Latino!" she hissed as if that was the worst insult she could throw at Olivia.

Brian turned back to Olivia and raised his brow. "Fin and Amaro?"

"Amaro and a Defense Attorney named Ellis, you don't know him," she replied casually, keeping the fact Brian knew full well not once did she ever sleep with either of the men who had come over to her apartment to herself.

Brian shrugged before he turned back to the woman. "First off it's none of your business if she was sleeping with one, ten, or a hundred men all in one night or if they were the top dogs in the Taliban. Second, who are you to complain about the sounds coming from her apartment? Every time I'm over here I gotta hear your shitty ass music blasting through the walls until about two in the morning but do we ever say anything?"

"That is Christian radio! It's God's word!"

"Well God's word sound like shit when the person singing them can't sing or play a decent guitar." Pittman gasped in shock again but Brian continued. "No, because we're decent people who realize the walls are thin and you can hear someone dropping a pin. How about you give us the same courtesy? You can keep your shitty music up, I'm not gonna quit fucking her into oblivion."

"You curse at me one more time and I will call the police!"

"We are the police!" Brian shot back. "And I swear to God if you call them I'm arresting you right now for harassment because I know this isn't the first time you've done this to her!"

Pittman's face fell as Brian's words sank in. "But-."

"And if you ever, and I mean you EVER! Come barging over to her apartment for whatever reason, I'm arresting you. Can you understand what I'm telling you or do I need to put in a picture book?"

Pittman swallowed whatever response she had and instead merely nodded. "Good. Now, if you excuse me, the most beautiful woman in this building needs to be given the best fuck in her life while the ugliest needs to go back to her apartment and stuff another piece of cake in her mouth to shut her up."

Brian returned a curt nod before he turned back towards Olivia, a smirk on his face she couldn't help but chuckle at, leading her back into her apartment and shutting the door behind him.

"You're gonna get me kicked out," Olivia chided but with a smile nevertheless as she wrapped her arms around Brian. "But I think it'll be worth it."

"Nobody calls my girl a slut," he told her with a proud grin.

Olivia laughed as she checked her watch and groaned, turning to Cassidy. "It's almost seven. I gotta get going."

Brian frowned as he pulled her in closer. "But I just defended your honor."

"And I promise I will properly thank you later," she purred with a grin.

Brian groaned but never the less accepted the inevitable conclusion that he would be leaving. "Fine, fine,' he sighed playfully. "I suppose some poor little blonde rookie could-."

"Could what exactly?" interrupted Olivia as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and raising her brow.

"Could listen to my tale of woe about how my amazing girlfriends neighbor interrupted us," he said with a scoff as if that was the obvious answer. "You have the filthiest mind I swear to God. You're corrupting my innocence."

Olivia rolled her eyes as a smile she was trying to hide broke though and Brian gave her a chaste kiss in the lips. "I'm gonna go get going you get dressed alright?"

He gave her a rapid amount of kisses on her neck, making his favorite shy grin break through before he headed into the bedroom.

Olivia sighed happily as she leaned against the door, smiling after him and unable to help her laughter when 'Praise Be To Him!' by I Worship blasted through her walls.

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