Glad you enjoy. (As you know, italics r flashbacks)

She didn't know how, but he managed to drag her out to an NBA game. Her favorite team was playing so she figured why not. She was never really a big fan of sports in general until she started dating Trevor. Yeah Elliot would come over and they would watch an occasional football game, but she lost interest because she didn't have a damn clue what was going on. Elliot explained it to her a few times but she never got it, and she never will.

After she began to date Trevor, who hated football also, they would watch basketball instead. She figured it was a hell of a lot easier to understand once you get past technical and flagrant fouls. She grew to love the game and it soon became their favorite pastimes.

"This Sprite is disgusting," She complained whooshing the aftertaste in her mouth. "Why couldn't you juts let me get a beer?"

He simply pointed at her stomach all the while keeping his eyes on the game. She could tell he was somewhat intrigued in concentrating on the game at hand.

She sipped her drink again. "Ugh, what do they put in this mess. It tastes like feet."

"Then don't drink it."

"Well, what am I going to drink?"

"Your spit."

"That's nasty. What'd you get?"

He sighed in slight annoyance at her constant babbling and tasted his drink. "Don't know, I think it's Coke or Pepsi."

"Diet or regular."

He handed her the drink. "Taste it."

She took a sip. "It's diet. Why didn't you get-"

"Olivia," He pointed downward toward the court. "The game."

She gave him a long glare before directing her attention back to the game. She was silent for a couple of minutes until she seen her favorite player go down to what she thought was a dirty play.

"Oh my God, that's bull crap!" She shouted rising from her feet.

"Liv, calm down. It's just a game," He looked around their seating area. "People are staring at you." He whispered.

She leaned over the barricade."I don't give a damn. That was a bogus call."

He yanked her back in her seat by her shirt tail. "Olivia, you're going to fall on your ass over that thing. Sit down."

"Not until we get a new ref."

"We both know that's not going to happen."

"He's causing us to lose the game," She pouted crossing her arms over her chest. "Damn ref."

He smirked and rubbed her thigh. "You'll get over it. It's just a game."

"I know but this game is pissing me the hell of because the dumbass ref doesn't know the difference between a trip and a damn fall!"

He shook his head, knowing her pregnancy hormones were causing this type of behavior from her.

"Olivia, calm down. You're going to get us kicked out. Just please, sit down."

"How are they going to pinpoint 2 people from like 50,000 in a stadium?"

"You're a detective. What's one of the things you need to basically have a case."

She stared at him and took a swig of her Sprite. "A crime, DNA, a perp?"

He shrugged. "That and a witness. I'm pretty sure you're getting on a few people's nerves around here and they wouldn't mind seeing you escorted out."

"Ok, fine. I'll shut up."

"I'm not asking you to shut up. I'm asking you to settle down a little."

"No problem. I'll calm down."

He sighed at her attitude. "Now you're mad at me."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are," He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Love you."

"Ok."

He raised his eyebrow. "Ok?"

She smiled at him. "Love you too."

They were all in the Cragen's office awaiting the introduction of their temporary new A.D.A. Of course, they were a little on the touchy side, only getting the news yesterday. Olivia was in a more grumpy at the hands of Noah. This morning, he asked her about his father. She couldn't give him an answer at that time. She heard what she could understand from him, aside from his whining, how the kids at the daycare have Mommies and Daddies and he just has a mommy. This was the first time he had ever addressed her with this problem. But, what hurt her more was when she heard the dreadful four letter sentence from him. "I hate you Mommy!" were his exact words to her when his frustration level about the conversation hit boiling.

She had never been so hurt in her life. She figured she'd hear him tell her that when he was older but not at 3 or 4. She knew he didn't mean it but just hearing it can sink your heart as far as the titanic.

"Here comes Cragen." Fin announced catching her attention. They all looked closer through. They couldn't get a good picture of the tall man following behind him in an expensive suit. When they approached the door, the detectives but on their fakest smiles ever. The door opened and Cragen walked in first.

"Detectives. This is our new A.D.A."

"Temporary A.D.A." Olivia corrected.

He gave her a curt nod. "Temporary A.D.A," He moved over from the front of the door, making some sort of entrance. "Trevor Langan."

Olivia and Fin's mouths dropped to the ground as they seen him strut into the room, smiling at that. He went up and shook Amanda and Nick's hand since he wasn't all that familiar with them.

"His ratings are outstanding. I think we can get a few open cases off out desk with him here. Amaro, Rollins, I want you to inform Mr. Langan on our current case. We can all get to know each other over coffee and tea later."

They obeyed his order and led Trevor to the case board. Cragen stood there, looking at the priceless expression of his two most experienced detectives. Fin had a twinge of anger glued on his face and Olivia, she just had blatant shock.

"Ok, I know what you two are thinking."

Fin shook his head. "You have no idea. What the hell is pretty boy doing on our side now?"

"Barba's going to be away for a while and I knew we needed someone to pick up the slack on our closed prosecution cases."

"And you picked him?" Olivia asked pointing toward the door.

"He was at the top of my list when the time came."

"How long?"

"That's not important."

She placed her hands on her hips. "How long, Captain?"

"Couple of months."

Olivia chuckled irritably as she leaned against his desk. "And you didn't think for a second to tell us this until what, yesterday?"

"I had to wait until it was confirmed."

"You could've at least fucking told us!" She shouted, clearly enraged. Fin quickly picked up on her ill-tempered mood. He laid his hand on her shoulder.

"Liv, he probably had good reason. Calm down."

"He's right. I wasn't sure yet and you will watch your tone detective. Mr. Langan's a good man. Like it or not, he'll be working with us and I suggest you start liking it."

Olivia's eyes burned through his soul before walking out and slamming the door catching the attention of everyone who was there. Trevor's attention to Nick and Amanda was quickly stolen by the angry brunette who had brushed by them.

"Uh, could you excuse me for a second?" He asked never taking his eyes of the direction she went.

They just shrugged, not really wanting to go over the case again anyway. He nodded back and followed the direction she went. He walked by the restrooms. He could hear her softly crying. He didn't give a damn if it was the ladies room; he was going to find out what was wrong with her. As he opened the door, the sobs got louder. He also noticed that it looked newly remodeled, which is something he wouldn't expect in a police station.

"Liv?" He called out.

"Get the hell away from me."

He walked farther in and sighed. She was leaning over the sink, obviously crying. He watched a tear drop down in the sink.

"Are you ok, Liv?"

She gradually brought her red eyes to his. When they departed, he seen the direction her eyes went. He stopped when they reached a glass bowl with pedals and colored water in it.

"Don't even think about it Olivia."

She gradually brought her red eyes to his. When they departed, he seen the direction her eyes went. He stopped when they reached a glass bowl with pedals and colored water in it.

"You son of a bitch!" She brought the bowl in her hands and lunged it at his head. If he hadn't ducked the moment he did, he would have one hell of a trip to the E.R. He slowly rose up and looked beside him on the wall. The spot where the glass broke was literally 3 inches from his head. He looked at her, shocked.

"Olivia," He took a step towards her. "Relax, take a deep breath, ok?"

Before he knew it, she charged after him. She sent punch after punch to his chest. It didn't hurt him at all, what hurt him was seeing her in so much pain. He wrestled to grab her flailing, beating arms before she really began to hurt him.

"You bastard!" She continued to cry.

"Olivia, stop." He was still trying to restrain her arms.

He finally caught a hold of her wrist and in one quick motion, turned them both around. She was now pinned against the wall.

"Let go of me!"

"Not until you promise not to hit me."

She stopped squirming and glared into his hypnotizing eyes.

"Why would you do this to me?"

"I was going to explain before you went all Layla Ali on me," He let go of her wrist. "I came here because-"

"You wanted to make my life more of a living hell than it already is."

"No, I," He looked at her. "What do you mean, what's going on?"

"Nothing, forget it."

"No, no, no. You opened this milk, no reason to let it spoil. Is it Noah?"

She simply nodded a little.

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

This time, she just shrugged. "I guess."

"So, talk to me, I'm a good listener."

"This morning," She paused, feeling tears brim in her eyes again. "This morning, Noah asked me about his father, well, you. If you were his daddy."

"Ok, what'd you tell him?"

"What could I tell him? I didn't tell him anything. He got angry, I guess and-" She broke down into sobs before finishing the sentence.

"It's ok, Olivia."

"He...he said he hated me." She fell onto his chest, crying.

He rubbed her back and set his chin on her head. "He didn't mean it. You know that."

"But it still hurts hearing it, Trevor. He 3. He doesn't have a clue about anything, how do I tell him, what do I tell him?"

"Don't you mean how do we tell him?"

"What the hell do we tell him then, huh?"

He kissed the top of her head gently. "The truth."