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It happened again.
The one thing she swore never to happen again; happened again—several times throughout the night. She vividly remembered the younger woman's teeth grazing across her bare neck, most definitely leaving some type of mark. She was aware of her own hand drifting towards her neck in curiosity. It was barely 9 am, and she sat on the right side of her bed, watching Amanda sleep. With the mid-November sun peeking through sheer curtains, it created a false image of what could have possibly been a perfect relationship. But since Amanda didn't want that, Olivia was not going to push it and make matters even worse. Olivia looked over at the woman once more. What the hell were they doing? Olivia knew they had to stop this, because them working together during the day, and sleeping with each other at night was not going to work. Plus, she couldn't deny that Amanda had her questioning things she normally wouldn't be.
Shaking her head the situation, she stood up out of her bed to find her clothes scattered across her bedroom floor.
After taking a much needed shower to clear her head, she dressed and returned to her bedroom to find Amanda awake. The young blonde was standing with her back facing Olivia, unaware of the other woman's presence. She needed to get out of her, fast. Olivia quietly set her towel down without moving her eyes off the younger woman. She had a clear view of Amanda's toned braless back from where she was positioned while the younger woman was pulling up her pants. With no warning what-so-ever, Amanda turned around to look for her shirt. She jumped at the sight of Olivia.
"Jesus Christ, Olivia. You tryin' give me a heart attack?" Amanda asked.
"No," She sighed and watched Amanda go back to getting dressed. "Amanda, we need to talk."
The young blonde detective laughed. "Talk? We need to talk?" Her expression grew serious, but she kept a emotionless smile on her face. "Ain't nothing to talk about." Her accent became more and more prominent with every syllable.
"Yes, there is. We can't keep doing this-whatever this even is!" Benson yelled, angry that Amanda saw nothing wrong here.
Rollins ran a hand down her face. "I-I don't know what you want me say, Liv. This isn't exactly a walk in the park for me either." Olivia stared at her co-worker in confusion. What did she mean by that?
"What do you mean?"
Amanda just shook her head and looked down, suddenly becoming more interested in the floorboards than Olivia at the moment. Without glancing at Olivia, she grabbed her jacket from off the bed. "I should go."
Her chance was slipping away, but there was nothing she could to stop it. Olivia just needed one more answer. She jumped up to reach Amanda at her front door. Placing her hand on the younger woman's arm, she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
"What does this mean for us?"
Amanda bit her lip. "I don't know. I'll see you later, Olivia."
And with that, she was gone.
"Woah, what the hell happened to you?" Alex Cabot asked nearly choking on her coffee in quiet laugher later on that morning.
Olivia slipped her shades off her face and sat down in the booth across from her friend. "What do you mean?"
"Olivia, you look like you got no sleep last night, there are 2 hickeys on your neck and on top of that, since when do you call me at noon to have coffee?" The blonde ADA replied still laughing.
Benson groaned and placed her head in her arms. "I need help."
Cabot's eyes widened. "If you murdered Amaro for screwing up your coffee, I can't help you get rid of the body."
Olivia swatted her puerile friend on the arm. "Alex, I'm being serious here!"
"Ouch! Okay, okay. Fine," Alex rubbed her forearm frowning slightly. "What could you possibly want from me?"
"I might have a problem." Olivia looked down at her hands in her lap.
"Are you gonna play hard to get or should I ask?" She took a long sip from her coffee, waiting for Liv's answer.
The brunette detective sighed. Was she really gonna go through with this? "I slept with Rollins, twice."
"You did what?!" Alexandra said, her ears not believing what she just obviously heard. She never pegged Rollins as gay, or bisexual.
"You might want to close your mouth, Cabot. You'll catch flies." Benson muttered.
"So we got nothing." Amanda said to no one in particular, spinning in her chair and tapping her pen against her chin. They all knew this case was a loss from the start.
Fin snorted. "We started with nothing." He gave up looking for any clues in Erin's case file.
"It could be one of her professers," The blonde said quietly. Her partner shook his head in return, a logic disagreement already flowing out his mouth.
"She was a teacher's pet, straight a's. No one had any problem with her. This could just be a random attack."
"These bruises on her body say otherwise." Amanda was already done with this case. It was getting nowhere. She was not giving up, just out of options at the moment. She got ready to shoot another option at Fin when Olivia finally entered the precinct.
"Look who decided to show up for work." Fin laughed. Olivia sent his a quick death glare, not until after she looked at Rollins for any signs of normalcy. The blonde detective buried her head in her files.
This was gonna be a long day.
"Why don't you just ask her out already?" Fin laughed as he exited the M.E's office for the second time that week with Melinda had recovered more evidence, which meant more time in the morgue, which for Amanda, meant more time to stare at Doctor Avana.
Rollins turned to her partner. "Ask who out?"
"Avana," Tutuola shook his head at his partner's obliviousness. "Every time we go to the morgue, you're always making eyes at her, as if she even notices you." The older man laughed for the third time that day.
The blonde detective smacked him lightly on the shoulder as they entered the Crown Vic. She buckled her seatbelt, thinking of a retort as Fin started the car.
"She's not my type, and even if she was, she's looks straighter than an arrow." Amanda chuckled to herself at the thought. She was not going to let Fin win this.
"Yeah. 'Not my type' my ass." He pulled out of the parking space. "Plus, that's not what I heard, about her sexuality, at least."
Now, Amanda was really confused. "Where'd you hear otherwise?"
Fin cleared his throat awkwardly, which was unusual for the older detective. "Melinda,"
"Huh, still, not my type of gal." Amanda answered. She leaned back in her seat. Fin meddling around was a nice touch to her day, but not what she needed. She still could not get her and Olivia's problem off her mind, nevertheless Jessica Avana.
"Melinda thinks otherwise. If we're seeing your obsession, it won't take long for Avana to notice." Fin replied a smirk on his face.
"You seem to be spending a lot of time with Melinda, am I wrong?" Amanda smiled with victory, as she watch the smirk on Fin's face slowly fade.
"Whatever, kid."
A/N. More of a little filler than any actual action. But don't worry, that's coming up soon. So, will Amanda make a move with Jessica, or finish what she started with Olivia?