A/N: This chapter is for Carrina.R since she begged for it. Lol. Please read and review.
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Olivia took a deep breath before lifting up her closed fist and knocking on her partner's apartment door.
It took a few moments before the door opened, revealing a slightly drunk Elliot. He was stunned to see Olivia at his door. He hoped that he wasn't dreaming. "Liv?"
"In the flesh," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. "You going to let me in or just use me as some sort of decoration?"
Getting over the initial shock of Olivia's presence, Elliot moved out of the way and let her in.
He sat down on the couch and waited for Olivia to sit down beside him.
"El, are you drunk?" she asked, not knowing how many drinks he'd had.
If he was drunk he wasn't too far gone because he was still seemed pretty coherent.
Elliot smiled. "Getting there. Why are you here, Olivia?"
Sighing, Olivia put her hand on Elliot's thigh and rubbed it. "I came to talk to you, El," she told him in a near whisper.
Elliot pushed her hand off of his thigh. "Why now?! Did you have to think about it before you finally came?!" he snapped but suddenly stopping upon seeing Olivia's watery eyes.
"Oh Liv. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," he apologized to her and took her hands in his again. "You want to talk, I'll listen, Livia."
After taking a couple deep breaths, Olivia finally spoke up. "I love Andrew, he's a really sweet guy..."
"Then why are you here?!" Elliot snapped again, cutting her off, releasing her hands quickly as if they were scorching hot.
"Cause I love you more!" she yelled and got up. "Goodbye Elliot." She stormed out out the apartment, confused as to what just happened.
"Liv!" he called out to her and ran after her, only to stumble and fall. "Liv, come back. I'm sorry!" he cried, getting up slowly.
Olivia stopped near the elevator but didn't turn around. "Come talk to me when you've sobered up and are ready to talk properly," she told him sadly and walked the rest of the way to the elevator before pressing the down button, waiting for the doors to open.
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Before Olivia knew what she was doing, she was sitting in her car and mapping out the closest bar. But she couldn't do it. She was not going to drink away her problems.
Olivia sighed and started up the car, deciding that it was best to head home, knowing that Casey would be looking for her right about now and was most probably pissed off with her.
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Just as her hand was poised to open the apartment door, Casey was startled as someone else opened it from the outside.
"Whoa! Ah, you're not Olivia... You're her friend Casey, aren't you?" a man asked, walking in.
Casey nodded. "Yes, I am and you're Andrew. We met briefly out the front of the precinct the other week when you picked Liv up after work," she reminded him.
"Ah yes, I remember now. Good to see you again," he said and looked around the apartment. "I heard Liv got out of the hospital. Where is she? I came back straight away."
Casey thought it was weird that he managed to get a flight back so quickly but didn't say anything about it. "I was just about to go find her. She sneaked off to talk to her partner about something work related," she lied, not wanting to damage Olivia's and Andrew's relationship.
"Oh okay. Well I'm going to head home and change. Tell Olivia I'll come back later," he said politely and left.
Casey furrowed her brows and watched Andrew leave. There was something weird about hiim but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Instead of driving all the way to Elliot's apartment, Casey tried to call Olivia's cell phone instead.
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Ten minutes from her apartment, Olivia jumped slightly, hearing her cell phone start to ring from its holder, which was attached to the car's dashboard.
Continuing to drive, keeping her eyes on the busy road ahead, she pressed the answer button and sighed. "Benson," she answered professionally, having not looked at the caller ID.
"Liv, it's Casey. Where you at?"
"I'm about ten minutes away from my apartment. Why?" she replied, acting innocent.
"You're supposed to be resting, Olivia, not out driving and stuff," Casey scolded her older friend.
Olivia groaned and turned down another street, slowing down to keep to the slower speed limit down the particular road. "I had to see Elliot," she said sadly.
Casey could hear the pain in Olivia's voice. "Liv, what happened with Elliot, honey?" she asked concerned.
"Nothing. I'll be there soon," Olivia replied and hung up before could Casey could say anything more.
She sighed and continued to drive. Trying not to think about Elliot or what happened at the apartment otherwise she would breakdown in to tears of pain and anger.
She'd confessed her love to him, so he knew that she felt the same way and that she was willingly to break it off with Andrew to be with him. To make a new life with him. She'd even transfer out of Special Victims, just so she could be with him. The man that she loved more then anything in the world, she had to admit.
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Walking in to her apartment, Olivia found Casey pacing around. "Casey?"
The ADA stopped and turned to face Olivia. "You okay?"
Olivia shrugged. "Yeah, peachy. I'm going for a hot bath," she told Casey before being stopped by the ringing of her apartment phone. She groaned thinking it was Elliot calling to beg her for forgiveness but catching sight of the caller ID, Olivia discovered that it was in fact Andrew calling her. She was confused, she thought he would be too busy to call. "Hi honey," she cooed, answering it.
"Don't you dare call me 'honey'," Andrew snapped over the phone.
Olivia was confused. She shook her head and asked, "Andrew, what is going on? I'm confused."
"You know what! Don't play dumb with me! How could you?! You couldn't even last a few days without me!" he continued to yell at her.
Tears began to well up in Olivia's eyes. She didn't know what the hell was going on and she was getting so angry at the way he was talking to her. "Andrew, what the hell are you going on about?!" she asked again, this time more firmer and angier.
"Stop acting innocent," he growled. "I'm on my way to your apartment, do not go anywhere. I mean it."
Olivia gulped. "I'll be here," she replied and hung up, still in utter confusion.
"Liv, what is it?" Casey asked concerned, after hearing all the yelling over the phone and seeing the colour drain from Olivia's face.
"Ah... Andrew...He um... He kept going off about 'how could I?' and to stop acting innocent... And something about I couldn't even be without him for a few days."
Casey tilted her head a bit in confusion. "Okay... Is he on his way here?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah. I'm so confused. I haven't actually... Shit."
"What?"
"How did he find out?" Olivia muttered to herself, sitting down on the couch.
"Find out what, honey?" Casey sat down beside her.
"I... I kissed Elliot and slept with him..."
"You had sex with Elliot?" Casey asked confused, rising an eyebrow.
In an instant, Olivia was shaking her head. "No, no. We just slept in the same bed. I was getting some really weird phone calls and he came over. A kiss was as far as it went. Honestly," she stressed.
"I believe you, Liv. You love Elliot, I know that and you've loved him for years. It's hard to hide it and you shouldn't really be expected to but..."
"But I shouldn't have kissed him while I'm dating Andrew," Olivia sighed, "I know but it felt so right and I have to admit I forgot about Andrew in that moment," she finished, a smile creeping up on her face as she remembered the kiss.
Casey opened her mouth to reply but the sound of a key in the apartment door startled the both of them. They knew that it was Andrew, he must've already been driving over when he called.
The door swung open and Andrew stormed in. He was pissed off. He slammed the door behind him and locked it with the deadlock.
The look on his face was actually scaring Olivia and Casey.
"Andrew?" Olivia asked, standing up hesitantly.
"Sit back down," Andrew ordered her, pointing at the couch.
"What is wrong with you?" Olivia asked, ignoring Andrew's demand.
"I said sit your ass down, Olivia!" Andrew yelled and pulled a gun out from where it had been hidden in the waistband of his pants.
Olivia gulped and instantly sat back down on the couch beside Casey, who was just as confused and frightened. "Please put the gun down, Andrew."
Andrew shook his head, angrily, and kept his gun aimed at Olivia and Casey.
"I can't believe you cheated on me with your partner!" he growled, disgusted before pulling some photos and a note out of his pants pocket and threw them at Olivia.
Olivia's hands shook as she picked the photos up off her lap. They were photos of her and Elliot cuddling in bed and the last couple showed the kiss that they shared.
She groaned inwardly and moved on to the letter. It read: 'Stay the hell away from my sister. She loves Elliot, not you.'
It had to be Simon.
"You didn't tell me that you even had a brother. Start telling me what else you're hiding from me. Now!" he yelled and sat on the coffee table in front of both women, the gun still aimed at them.
Olivia took a shaky breath and shook her head. Not even Casey knew about her conception and she wanted to keep it that way. "No!"
"Now!" He cocked the gun and both women gulped in fear.
"Let Casey go and I'll tell you. She's innocent! Let her go!" Olivia begged.
"No, she stays right where she is. Tell me now!" he demanded again.
"He's my younger half brother," she told him.
"There's more to the story. Continue," Andrew snarled.
Olivia released a shaky breath and continued, "His father raped my mother and I'm the product of that rape."
Both Andrew and Casey gasped in shock.
"Oh my God and... and we've had sex multiple times," Andrew replied in disgust as if he'd caught something off of her.
"It's okay, Liv," Casey whispered, "I still love you for you." She made sure to assure her friend.
"I thought I said no talking! You just don't listen, do you?!" he yelled again before Olivia could thank Casey, and he took a shot.
It was the only sound in the entire apartment.