Note: I do not own these characters!

"The eyes are one of the most powerful tools a woman can have. With one look, she can relay the most intimate message. After the connection is made, words cease to exist. "
― Jennifer Salaiz

Concealed Passion:

Chapter 2: Connection

That day when Casey had caught Olivia and Amanda in the toilets was the first time Benson had realised something. The first time she'd actually realised all of her mixed emotions, all of her unexplainable anger and sadness over cases had been because of one thing. Amanda Rollins. Now she knew that it had been a somewhat compromising situation but Olivia had sort of enjoyed Casey seeing them together, together touching, and being at that moment connected. Yeah she knew it was just the touch of her hand but Olivia had felt herself become exceedingly relaxed in Amanda's presence and she really wanted to keep having that feeling. That feeling of belonging.

Casey had called them into explain that at the arraignment, on a previous case they had worked on, had gone horribly wrong. It was unlike ADA Novak to lose cases but in this particular one they had brought down their defense by explaining that the defendant had suffered terrible abuse as a child. The defense attorney believed it was only a matter of time till he began to offend and he should not be held accountable for any of his actions. Now everyone in that squad room knew that the young man being put on trial for rape was in fact guilty and they all knew that there was no excuse to perform such a cruel and selfish act. But that's not how court works and if the judge didn't agree, their case was thrown out. Much like what had just happened to them.

Olivia got up from her couch and looked out of her window and down at the street below. The window panes were splattered with droplets of rain and she watched as the people of New York scuttled off to whatever place they sought. Holding newspapers above their heads, umbrellas were brought out and the occasional luminous anorak could be seen running up the road. Benson smiled, she loved the rain. It made her think of how warm she was sat there in her apartment while others struggled through the storm outside. She moved from her window and went over to her fridge, opening it up she grabbed a carton of milk and put it on the counter. She closed the door and looked down at the picture of her squad. They all smiled back through the Polaroid and she laughed as she saw the ridiculous party hats they had all put on because it had been Cragen's birthday. On closer inspection she looked to see Fin in the background grabbing more cake, Amaro had his arm slung around Cragen's shoulder. She found herself beaming a happy smile from inside of the photo and then her eyes flicked to see Rollins stood there. A piece of cake in one hand and large grin on her face. That woman was always hungry and eating but no fat could ever be found on that slender body of hers, Benson thought.

She made herself a coffee and placed the milk back in the fridge, she started to flick through the channels as she sat back down on her warm brown couch. She felt the material move beneath her as she slowly molded back into the couch, it was like she was at one with the couch or at least united much like a barnacle was to the side of a boat. Nothing. Cable was really crap these days. BEEP. Benson looked over her shoulder and saw her cell phone screen light up indicating a message. She shuffled across her couch and picked it up. It was Casey. Apparently she'd found another way to get around the earlier arraignment and had started to make headway on the case. Benson replied with a short 'That's great, hope we get to nail the bastard!' it was unlike Benson to use such language but in the case of this young man, it was worth it or at least needed. Olivia picked her coffee back up and took a sip. Beep. Her phone screen lit up again. 'Geez is it that hard to have a day off work? If that's Novak I'm gunna tell her where to...'

The message was from Amanda. The message was short but any contact from her younger colleague made her smile, it brightened her day.

'Hey. What are you doing?'

Olivia replied back within seconds.

'Sat on my couch watching cable. You?'

She sat in her seat, placed the phone down next to her. She looked at it. She looked again. Another look took place before another message was received.

'In my Imagination or in reality?'

'Both :)' Benson had sent back. Amanda was a way to keep her day just that bit more interesting. Maybe just that little bit of happiness that everyone knew Olivia deserved.

Another message popped into her inbox.

'Imagination: I'm sat on a beach to an exotic island sipping on pina coladas and sunbathing'

'And reality?'

'Reality: I'm watching as my sister tears all of my clothes out my wardrobe and starts trying them on to see what she can steal. If she doesn't stop in the next ten seconds I may have to kill her.' Benson looked at her phone and laughed, Amanda was pretty funny when she wanted to be. Amanda's sister had been staying with her two days now and was only there for another four but she already seemed to be annoying Rollins. As she began to text back another message came through.

'Could I come over, I'm really trying to stop the urge to actually murder her.'

'Sure you can :)'

'Okay see you in ten X'

A jolt of joy rushed through Olivia. She'd put a kiss at the end of her text message. Her partner, her co-worker, her crush was coming over and...Benson looked down at her clothes. A pair of sweat pants and an old crumpled grey oversized NYPD t-shirt. Shit. She jumped up from her seat ran into her bedroom and grabbed at her clothes, she threw them to the floor as she grabbed for new cleaner ones. Pulling on a blue top and a pair of jeans she raced back into her kitchen space and began to tidy. She quickly moved onto the area around her couch and had just finished as Amanda knocked at her door.

'Hey' they both greeted each, Olivia welcomed her in and watched as the younger woman placed a grocery bag onto her kitchen counter.

'I brought snacks and some movies' she smiled slowly pulling out the bags of candy and chips. Benson watched as she did it, her blonde hair swaying from side to side, she looked at the woman's clothes. She was soaked from head to foot. Water dripped from her hair and her clothes clung to her slender body.

'Why don't I finish unpacking that while you go and change into some of my clothes, we don't want you getting a cold.' she said eventually. Walking over to Rollins and looking down at her wet outfit. Rollins looked down and smiled. She hadn't realised how wet she had gotten and she loved how Olivia was so caring towards her. A strand of hair fell into her face as she looked at herself. Benson bent forward, her hand drifting towards her colleagues sculptured features. She gently brushed the strand away, only to linger. Her hand cupped Amanda's cheek.

'Okay I'll just check one thing' Rollins said jerking sideways and in the meantime knocking away Olivia's hand. She grabbed hold of the grocery bag and looked in checking if her favorite Hershey bar was there. Benson's heart dropped, Amanda had turned away, she clearly wasn't interest. Olivia proceeded to walk over and reached up above Amanda's head to the cupboard where she grabbed a bowl for the chips. She held onto the younger woman's waist, balancing herself. The touch did not go unnoticed and Amanda turned to go and change but her face ended up a mere centimeter away from Olivia's. They looked up at each other. Their eyes connected. Olivia's hand still on Amanda's waist.

Note: Please review this fanfic when you're done, any criticism is welcome :) If you have any ideas you would like me to think about please personal message me and i'll get back to you. Thanks for reading! :D