Ok, so I decided to upload another chapter. Let's just say the past few days have been very... emotional, long story short: it was my last day of H.S./very bittersweet. Writing was the only thing that kept me busy enough not to think about everyone that was moving...but enough about me, and on to the story.

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! LAW AND ORDER:SVU AND ITS CHARACTERS BELONG TO DICK WOLF, NOT ME :)

August 6th

Olivia stirred in her sleep, trying so desperately to stay in its grasp, as her alarm blared through her room. Groaning, she reached over, turned off her alarm, and layed still in her bed. There was at least two more hours until she and Avery had to be in court, so she figured she'd get in a few more minutes.

She had barely gotten her eyes closed, when she heard noise coming from her kitchen. Her cop instincts kicked in, as she jumped out of the bed, grabbed her phone, and headed to the door. As soon as she opened the door, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Avery, up and about, cleaning, and cooking. Olivia rubbed her face, her eyes still adjusting to the light in the living room, as she took a deep breath.

The smell of pancakes filled her apartment, and with one inhale, she could hear her stomach growl.

"Morning" Avery said over the counter, when she spotted Olivia in her doorway.

Olivia looked up at her and smiled. "Morning" she said, going over to the kitchen to see what the teen was up to. "What are you doing?" Olivia asked, taking a seat at the counter.

Avery watched as she ran a hand through her hair, trying to fix it, so it didn't look as if she had just had a blow dryer explode in her face. "Making something to eat, it's the least I could do." She flipped a pancake onto the heated pan, and smiled. "You really need to restock your fridge."

Olivia looked up and blushed. "Yeah, sorry. I'm more of an 'eat-on-the-go' person." Avery put the pancake, that she had just finished, on a plate and placed it in front of Olivia.

"Eat up!"

Olivia, too tired to protest, grabbed a fork, and cut a piece off the plate in front of her. She took a bite, and instantly her face lit up. "Avery, this is really good" she said, taking another bite. "Where'd you learn to cook?

Avery shrugged. "Eh, I used to have to fend for myself, a lot. Whenever I spent the night at Bentley's, or Jenna's, I'd help their mothers cook." She watched as Olivia took another bite, before handing her a cup of coffee. Olivia grabbed the mug and smiled.

"What's that?" Olivia aasked, when she noticed Avery playing with a papter, that seemed to be a picture.

"I can only recall my mother ever being nice to me, once, in my life. I was probably around four, or five, and she took me to my grandparent's house in Queens. She played with me on the swings, helped me bake a cake, it was fun." Avery pulled up the picture, allowing Olivia to see it, as she continued. "When we were playing, my grandmother took a picture." Olivia extended her hand, asking, silently, for the picture. Avery handed her the photo, and watched as Olivia's face lit up, once again. Avery was sitting on the porch, with her mother, playing some sort of hand game, it seemed like patty cake, while an older man, who Olivia assumed was avery's grandfather, watched the two. Avery had a large, toothy, smile, while Sara, whom Olivia had never seen happy, was smiling brightly.

Olivia looked at the photo, more into detail, and noticed, for once, the large town house in the background. It's exterior was a dark blue, with large glass windows, that were covered by white blinds. She looked at the picture, observing the joy that appeared on Avery's face.

"This was the only 'home' I remember, and it sucked because, that was the last time I saw them. They died the next year, in a car accident." Avery sighed, disappointed that the picture, still in Olivia's hands, was only a memory of something that had occured twelve years ago. "I can still remember the article. April and Issac Taylor, killed in a tragic accident" she spoke as if she was reciting something from memory.

Olivia watched as Avery took a deep breath, and decided it would be best not to say anything. She merely looked at the teen and smiled.

Avery, gave Olivia a small smile, and walked from behind the counter, away from the stove, and sat in the stool next to Olivia. "So, I'm guessing you're going to have to call Child Services today, yes?"

Olivia took a sip of her coffee, placing the photo on the counter, and nodded. "It's their job to keep you safe, but say the word, and I'll ask if you can stay here for a few more days."

Avery placed her feet on the stool and pulled her knees close to her body. She looked over at Olivia, who was drinking her coffee, staring off to the side. They were both still in their sleepwear, her, herself, in a pair of blue pajama pants and a black t-shirt, Olivia in a pair of grey sweats and a dark blue tank. If someone were to have walked into the apartment, it would have seemed like any morning of summer vacation, a simple family breakfast.

Avery smiled to herself, half hoping Olivia really cared, and was not just putting up with her until the case was over. She quuickly looked up when she heard Olivia's phone beep. She watched as Olivia reached into her sweat's pocket, took the phone out, and read the text, smiling the entire time. Olivia quickly responded and placed the phone on the counter near the picture she had placed there previously, and her halk drunken coffee. "Elliot said your mother just headed off to her arraignment."

"That was Elliot?" Olivia grabbed her coffee mug, took a drink, and nodded. "That explains it" Avery whispered.

Olivia, after slightly choking on the liquid, placed her mug on the counter and looked at the teen. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked when she had finally gained composure.

"Face it, you two are...having a, fling." Olivia raised her eyebrow, a little amused at Avery's response.

"He's married" was all she said, as she turned to face the teen.

"No," she said, in a 'matter-of-factly' tone, "he's getting a divorce."

Olivia looked at Avery, shocked. "How did you-"

"Fin told me, the day Elliot went to wake you up. Long story short, I asked why Elliot seemed stress, Fin said it was his crazy soon-to-be ex-wife...and that's all I'm telling you he said" Avery responded with a small chuckle.

Olivia sighed. Feeling the need to explain her and Elliot's relationship, she began to speak. "We're best friends. We've been partners for a long time." Avery poured herself a cup of water and took a drink.

"Oh come on. Remember, I was still in the car while you two were out in the open, hugging, and being all cute together."

"I was taking care of an injury, he thanked me. Nothing partners don't normally do."

"Is that the only way he thanks you?" Avery muttered, half-hoping Olivia hadn't heard her remark, that came out almost as an instinct.

Unfortunately for the teen, Olivia had heard. She smacked Avery's arm, playfully, a little surprised at her question. "Excuse me?"

Avery put her hands up, protecting her from another playful assualt, as she continued to laugh. "I'm joking, I'm joking...for the most part." She smiled to herself. With Olivia, she felt so comfortable, it almost felt natural, to be with her, chatting, as if they had known each other for years. Avery continued to stare at the detective, smiling at her sudden flush of the cheeks. "You're blushing" she said with a smirk.

Olivia froze, but soon tried to play it off, covering her face with her hands. "Geez. It's hot in here. Only in New York, huh?"

Avery ignored her attempt to play it off, not convinced one bit. After all, she had taken three years of theatre, she was able to see through Olivia's act in a heartbeat. "Come on Olivia, I'm not going to tell him." She placed her hand over her heart, making the detective laugh. "I promise."

Olivia shook her head. "There's nothing to tell," she said, as her phone began to ring. She looked down at the number on the screen, smiling when she saw his name. "Benson" she answered, as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Tell Elliot I said hi" Avery said with a wink. Olivia rolled her eyes, as she got off the stool, headed to the couch, and took a seat. There was a pile of blankets and pillows, neatly folded on the coffee table, thanks to Avery, and Olivia noticed that the rest of the apartment was twice as clean as it had been when she had gone to bed.

Avery walked over and joined Olivia on the couch. "Well, Alex better use it to nail his ass" Olivia said inot the phone, as she watched Avery lay on the couch, using her lap as a pillow. Surprisenly, neither of them felt uncomfortable, as Avery layed, waiting, and Olivia sat, listening. "Well, what does Trevor have to say about it?" she asked into the phone, smiling when she saw how comfortable Avery was willing to be with her. Her right hand unconciously found itself to Avery's head, as she ran her hand through the teen's hair, seemingly calming her. Avery looked up and caught Olivia's eyes with her own. She smiled as she responded to something Elliot had said. "I'm fine El...although, you should have been here this morning." Avery raised her eyebrow as Olivia looked back down at her, causing the detective to narrow her eyes.

"Uh, none of this talk while I am in the room" Avery said with a smirk. Olivia laughed as she poked her in the stomach, a result of her comment.

"No, El, just something Avery said. I gotcha...No, actually I'm going now," she said, nudging Avery off her lap, and standing up. "I'll see you soon" she said, before hanging up the phone and heading into her room. "We have an hour before the trial begins" she called from inside the room, "I think it's time to get ready. Bathroom's to the left. You go ahead and get ready, I'll go after you." Avery smiled as she bent down to her sports bag, pulled out some semi-casual clothes, and walked to the bathroom door.

"You go ahead and get yourself sexy for Elliot" she called inot the room, half-joking, since she knew Olivia was just as comfortable with her, and wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"Shuuut up!" she heard Olivia say in a sing-songy voice, as a towel flew out of her room and landed on her head.

Avery grabbed the towel, along with her clothes, and headed to the bathroom, shaking her head, laughing at how easy it was to poke fun aat Olivia, and how fast they had both warmed up to each other.

Well, it's good to know Olivia has someone, other than Elliot, that she can joke around with. Even better that Avery has someone who's willing to look after her. Tell me what you think.

Coming up, we learn why Mr. Osborne was there trying to rape Avery, and we find out what Olivia's up to. All will be revealed...if you review :]