Olivia Benson was not an idiot.

Sure, she was a hopeless romantic and somewhat lacking in judgment, but she was not an idiot. She knew an attraction when she saw one. Meaning, when Doctor Avana came to the squad room to deliver a file for Melinda, since the ME's office and Sex Crimes were backed up, and Amanda's eye wouldn't leave the olive-skinned woman's body, a jealousy stirred deep within Benson. She knew she was being childish. She and Amanda were done. No more one night stands and very little contact throughout the work days.

So why was there jealousy stirring inside of her? If Amanda had an interest in Jessica, why was it any of her business? Olivia figured she was just overreacting, and that Amanda would be the least of concerns to her soon.

Meanwhile, Amanda was trying to calculate this plan in her head. Olivia had been persistent in the blonde's thoughts, despite them barely speaking. Last night, Amanda had a very vivid dream about her boss. You could say she had an itch for the seasoned detective. She missed the only true benefit of their one night stands. So she needed a distraction.

"Hey, Rollins." Amaro said, as he hung up the phone, pulling Amanda out of her train of thought.

"What's up?" She answered.

"We got a 1-3 on the Upper West side. Wanna take it with me?" He replied in his thick Brooklyn accent.

Amanda looked around the squad room briefly. Fin entered the squad room, a suspect in tow. Benson was in her office, where she spent most of her time these days.

"Sure." Amanda stood up and grabbed her coat off the back of her chair. Nick and Amanda were getting ready to get on the elevator, when no one other than ADA Alexandra Cabot stepped out. She smiled towards the two detectives, more at Nick than Amanda.

"Good evening, counselor." Nick said.

"Detectives," Alexandra nodded, and then headed towards the squad room.

Olivia heard her closest friend before she actually saw her. Two inch black heels across wooden floors in a practically deserted precinct were not exactly sounds you could ignore. The brunette decided to give up on her over growing stack of paperwork for now. She stood and headed towards her office door to greet her friend.

"Hello, Olivia." Cabot smiled. She tightly hugged Olivia

Olivia laughed as she pulled away. "You look like you're in good spirits." Alex was dressed in a simple pants suit and heels, nothing that gave anyway any good news.

"I am." The blonde's 100 watt smile seemed to boost by another 50 watts, if even possible.

"Oooo," Benson sat down on the couch, and Alex followed. "Something I should know about?"

"Nope, I came here to talk about you, not me."

Liv groaned. "Why must we discuss me?"

"Because, your girlfriend is confused and you won't admit you love her."

Olivia's eyebrow's furrowed in confusion. "Are we talking about Ama—Rollins?" She quickly corrected herself.

"Yes, silly. Who else?"

"She's not my girlfriend, Alex."

Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Sure she isn't, but-"

"Alex, don't." Olivia warned, rolling her eyes as well

"Don't what?" The attorney said in challenge. "You love her and you know it."

"What makes you say that?"

Alex stood up, straightening out her black skirt. "I see the way she looks at you, and the way you look at her. I don't know why you won't go after something that makes you happy."

Liv sighed. Cabot had a point. "She doesn't want it that way, and quite frankly I don't know if I do too."

"In other news, guess who's the new DA?" Alex beamed brightly.

Olivia's brown eyes widened. "No way."

"I could not believe it either! McCoy said since I did such a amazing job with the Daxton case that I deserve this."

Amanda's hands knocked against the large mahogany doors of the Christians' home. There was a small shine to the right of the door filled with teddy bears, flowers, candles and some pictures of Erin. She and Fin both frowned at the sight. After about 5 minutes of silence, and no one coming to the door, Amanda knocked a bit harder. This time, the door pushed open. The blonde detective looked over to Fin, who was wearing the same confused expression as she was.

They both reached for their guns on instinct. Tutuola walked in front of Amanda. The first thing he say was Erin's mother on the blood red stained carpet in front of them. There was a bullet hole right between her eyes. Amanda turned away and headed towards the staircase, her heart pounding in her chest. Fin went into the kitchen.

Old stairs creaked in protest as Rollins made her way up. She briefly looked in the bathroom, finding no signs of distress. She opened one of the smaller bedroom door. She wished she had not. There was a young child, no older than 6, laying on the floor. The yellow wallpaper behind him sprayed with blood. Was it Erin's killer who did this? She didn't have time to think it through as she heard crying.

Slowly, Amanda made her way towards the source of the sound, the closet. Hands shaking, she opened the door. A girl sat on the dusty floor. She recognized the child as Erin's little sister, Mika. She was with Erin's mother when they pronounced her dead.

"Are you okay?" Amanda asked quietly, returning her gun to it's holster.

Mika nodded. She used her already soaked sleeve to wipe the tears off her face.

Amanda was getting ready to help Mika out of the closet, but then she remembered there was the rest of the house to check. Plus her brother's dead body lied nearly 4ft from them. "Stay here."

Amanda swiftly exited the children's bedroom, making a note to close the door back. She entered another bedroom. This was must of been a study. There was a desk filled with papers and notes. But the rest of the room was trashed. The rocking chair in the corner was turned over, and diplomas that once took up place on the walls were shattered and ripped on the floor.

The detective moved to go back downstairs and tell Fin the house was clear, but before she could, someone pushed her down onto the floor.

She had no time to react. She felt her arms and hands being cut by the shards of glass on the floor. A hand pulled her by her shoulder so she was on her back.

Amanda didn't recognize him. Was this Erin's rapist and the murderer of her family?

The man got on top of her, pinning her body down and stopping her from fighting. He had dark green eyes that told more stories than Amanda's needed. He let out a wicked laugh that sent chills down the detective's spine.

"Stupid cops." He laughed once more. "You think you can stop me?" He roughly grabbed Amanda's face. Amanda stuggled and fought against him, but there was no use. He had 60 pounds on her easy.

"Answer me! You think you can stop me?" Amanda felt his free hand trail down her abdomen to the crotch of her jeans.

She pushed her body up as far as she could and slipped her leg through. Before he knew what happened, Amanda had kicked him in his manhood. He let out a frustrated scream and fell to the ground. Amanda kicked him once more and went to retrieve her gun which had landed near the over tossed bookshelf.

Fin appeared in the door way moments later to find Amanda placing their now prime suspect in handcuffs and reading him his rights.

"I'm callin' a bus." He stated.

Amanda shook her head. "He's fine."

"Not for him, for you."

Rollins nodded, too drained to argue with him at the moment.

sorry i couldn't get this up sooner, I recently moved to Germany for school and let me tell you, moving to another country is something else. I know the language, and all but it's a really creativity-draining thing to do. But on the upside, my apartment and I are all settled, so this story shall be updated more regularly. And for the reviewer who was surprised English is not my mother tongue, I get that a lot. (czech is my first language)