This is my first story. I hope it's ok, I'm just enjoying writing it.

Chapter 2

Olivia

She has led me into an interrogation room and once we're inside, closes the door. Now, I'm furious. I don't want to be in here with her. Nor do I care about much she has to say. I lean against the wall and she remains standing. This is the only time I've looked directly at her since she came in this morning. I don't care about her short skirt or the legs she's showing off. I don't care about the odd expression on her face. I don't even care about how she looks like she may cry at any moment. I doubt she will so I just cross my arms and wait.

"Olivia, I wanted to speak to you but I honestly don't know what to say right now. I want to apologize for not returning your calls a few years ago but I need you to understand where I was during that time."

"In New York, apparently." I didn't mean to say it, it slipped out and it sounded so bitter.

"Yes, I was in New York. I was trying to piece my life together again. It's hard to explain but I didn't feel like me. Not like the person you knew. It was frustrating and I didn't want to show my face around her. I didn't want the pity or the questions."

She is hugging herself. I know it had to be hard but she had all of this time. She could have done this before now, before being assigned to prosecute our cases. Now, it feels forced. I just don't want to hear it.

"Counselor, it's fine. I'm sure you were getting around to visiting us and McCoy just made it happen a little sooner. Maybe your social calendar was a little full with your promotion and the engagement. Got any little Cabots running around?" Yep, I'm definitely sounding bitter.

"Liv, please," she pleads, "I was very confused during that time."

I push myself off the wall as I uncross my arms. The first few steps take me toward her but then I sidestep around her and say, "Save it, Counselor. I don't need any explanation nor do I want one."

I walk out of the interrogation room and find the stairwell. I climb onto the roof of the building and the cool breeze feels welcome. I sit on the lone chair that lives near the door. A smoker's haven. The roof is littered with cigarette butts and bits of paper. I sit with my head in my hands for several minutes until I hear a familiar voice.

"I guess she got to you, huh." Elliot leans against the doorjamb next to me. He puts a hand on my shoulder and says, "I never thought I would see the day where Cabot might be close to tears. She wasn't even that upset when she left with Hammond to go to WPP."

I look up at him and give a half-smile. I almost feel victorious but I lived through plenty of nights of frustration and tears before she came back and even more afterwards. I remember them so vividly. I even left after the engagement announcement. I needed to get away because it hurt so much knowing she was close and could visit or speak to me but chose not to do anything. It hurt knowing I had put my life on hold for her and she was moving on without me. So, one little episode of her near tears doesn't make me feel any vindication.

Later

The day passes in a blur with no more appearances from Alex. It's fine with me. I know she has her reasons. I know it must have been hard but she got to come back. I don't know she chose to turn away from what we had. I was devastated when she left but I understood. I wanted her safe. I just don't understand why she couldn't answer the phone.

Elliot leaves the squad room to bring his car around so we can go out for a drink. He knows almost everything about my time with Alex. He may have been fighting with her all of the time but he was cheering me on months before that dinner. When I walk out of the 16th, I see him waiting right in front of the building and find myself smiling for the first time since yesterday.

The bar is quiet when we arrive. There aren't many people here because it's Tuesday. El and I take seats at the bar and he asks me quietly, "Do you think she will be around for long?" I signal the bartender and then eye my partner, "Who knows. She didn't come back to work with us so she probably will run as soon as she gets the chance."

Elliot orders a round of some local beer for us. His knowledge of obscure local beer is impressive. I prefer wine but I love it when we drink beer together because he has always found some new flavor. My knowledge of beer doesn't extend past Bud Light and draft beer.

Our time out together ends after three beers. He has a family to get home to and I'm in no hurry to leave. The place has more customers than before and most of the tables are occupied now. I don't want to keep sitting so I make my way to the pool tables to watch for a little bit. I normally don't deal with strangers in bars but I'm feeling a little brazen tonight. That and this woman keeps watching me and smiling. I walk over to her and notice her short blond hair and honey colored eyes. She stands when I'm in front of her table and gestures for me to sit.

"Hi, I'm Amber," she says giving me flirtatious smile. I take the seat next to her and give my best smile and say, "I'm Liv." I know I shouldn't be sitting with her and I realize I'm getting a little more than buzzed but I don't get up. The waitress brings me another of those local beers and before I know it, I'm a little drunk. I haven't paid much attention to anything Amber has said in the past hour or so, I'm only wanting to take her home.

When I realize it's nearly 11pm and I have to work in the morning, I smile sweetly at Amber and ask, "Are you coming to my house or am I sleeping at yours?" I haven't tried to pick up a woman in over 5 years. She's up and moving toward the door while holding my hand.

Her apartment is smaller than mine. I notice a picture of a man and woman as I walk past but it doesn't even register that Amber is the woman in the photo with the man. In retrospect, I should've noticed the wedding dress. I'm blaming that on the alcohol. I'm also blaming the married woman taking me to the apartment she shares with her husband on the alcohol. But, I'm doing this and I don't care.

Amber is pulling my shirt over my head and I'm trying desperately to kick off my boots. She's kissing me before my shirt can hit the ground. The buttons on her shirt are a little complicated for me in my drunken state. She pushes my hands away and begins unbuttoning the blouse herself. I'm sliding my jeans over my hips and before I can get them to the ground, she's taking off my bra. She starts kissing me and pushes me onto the bed. She's pushing her hand into my underwear and I'm moaning. It's been too long and I'm exploding around her fingers before I'm even undressed.

She begins to tug at my panties and I raise my body to help her. Once they're off, she latches on to one nipple before kissing her way down my stomach. The second her mouth reaches my folds, I'm already grabbing her head as another orgasm rips through my body.

When my breathing returns to something like normal, I hear a man clear his throat. I look up and see the man I think may have been in the photo. He isn't approaching or really watching. Amber scrambles off of me and begins grabbing my clothes off the ground. I can barely function but I'm trying to get dressed as fast as possible.

"Liv, please hurry," she pleads. "I know this wasn't what you were expecting but I love my husband. I just couldn't help myself tonight."

Once dressed, I walk out of her bedroom and see him sitting on the couch in the living area. He is just staring up at the ceiling and I find my way out of the place before he notices me in the room. I call a cab from the lobby of the building.