"You kissed mom, didn't you?" Regina asked as she watched Hank pour himself a cup of coffee. She was happy to see her dad had slept over; it meant her goal wasn't too difficult to reach.

"What? Where is this coming from?"

"She hasn't smiled like that in five years. Not even when Nick was around."

"Nick?" He tried playing it cool but hated the thought of another man being around Olivia.

"Yeah, Nick Amaro. You know, mom's partner. The one she dated for like a year."

"I had no idea your mother had been dating."

"Shit! I thought you knew, dad. Don't worry it was nothing."

"I don't care. She's a free woman and can do whatever she wants…whoever she wants."

"Bitter much?" Regina said jokingly as she got her things ready for volleyball practice.

Of course he was bitter, but he would never say it aloud. For the last five years, Olivia had remained the only woman in his life. Yes, he had slept with other women but mostly because he had an itch he needed to scratch. He had never allowed any feelings and he hadn't seen any of them more than twice. Except Maggie. They had slept together a couple of times but because they were both friends with a need. Now he realized he was an idiot. She had moved on. She had dated someone else for a year. She wasn't his Olivia anymore.

"Come on, Gina. I'll take you to volleyball practice on my way to work." Olivia walked out of her bedroom wearing her glasses and a leather jacket; exactly what he had repeatedly said he loved so much. It was Saturday but there was no rest for the perps and that meant no rest for the Lieutenant. "Hank, what will you be doing today? You could come to the precinct; I'm sure Fin will be thrilled to see you."

"I've already talked to him and we are meeting tomorrow for lunch." He couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was so beautiful and he hated knowing she would never be his woman again. He needed her. "I think I'll head to the hotel and hope they haven't canceled my reservation."

"You should stay here, dad."

"I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Mom," Regina looked at Olivia with pleading eyes.

"Even if I bought your half, this is still your house. You are welcomed to stay." Olivia looked at him wishing he would say yes. She wasn't ready to watch him walk away…again.

"I'll stay here then. Thank you, Benson."

Regina smiled as she heard him call her mom Benson. He used to call her that whenever he told her he loved her or he pointed out how beautiful she was. That was his special way of calling Olivia and Regina could tell her mom understood that. Once, when she was eight years old, she had asked Hank why he called her mother Benson. And she could still remember what he said: "Because the first time I laid eyes on your mom it was when I heard someone at the conference yell Benson at her. I saw her beautiful face and she took my breath away. Literally, didn't breathe for two seconds. So, it reminds me of how lucky I am to be her husband."

"When will you tell him you love him? That you were stupid and he should take you back in?"

"Gina that is not going to happen. He is here for you not for me."

"I heard him last night. He is here for both of us."

"You shouldn't be listening behind doors."

"Come on, mom! It is my last wish."

"Don't pull that card on me."

Olivia hated when Regina pulled the cancer card on her. She understood why her daughter did it but it still hurt her. Like with volleyball. Olivia had asked her to stop going to practice afraid something may happen. But Regina said she had to enjoy while she could. It was true and she had the right to do that but not necessarily using the "I am dying" argument. She didn't use it all the time; only when she truly wanted something. That's when Benson knew her daughter wasn't playing. Her true last wish was to see her parents together again.

"It's been five years and a lot has happened since then. He has probably moved on and stopped loving me."

"I doubt it, mom. After all, he did kiss you last night."

"How are you so sure?"

"When you grow up with two detectives, you learn to read people."

"A kiss doesn't mean anything. I'm sure he has someone else."

"I never saw anyone around when I visited him. Well, only Maggie but she doesn't count."

"How do you know she doesn't?"

"She isn't you."

As she walked to the precinct, her thoughts stayed on Voight and Maggie. Olivia had met Maggie on one of her many visits to Chicago. She had been his friend since high school and they had been in touch ever since. Benson had never felt jealous of her because she knew and understood their relationship, but it was different now. Maggie had been in his life the last five years, when she wasn't, and things could have changed between them. What if they had? What if she was the one to mend his broken heart? She couldn't stand the thought of Hank moving on. It was selfish because she was the cheater and she had even dated Nick, but she couldn't imagine him loving someone else.

He found himself on his way to her office. The morning had gone by with her on his mind, unable to push the thoughts away. He was grateful life had thrown her back on his path. But he hated the reason. He hated knowing he was back in New York, in their house, because their daughter was dying. The pain was too big and he knew that was just the beginning. Voight needed to be strong for Regina and for Olivia. He would be the shoulder they could lean on. The one to hold them when they needed to break down. The one to push them through when they felt like giving up. He wouldn't let them down. And when the worst came, he would stay by Olivia's side for as long as she needed him; he didn't care for a relationship, he cared about her well-being.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Olivia Benson."

"And you are?"

"Hank Voight, her ex-husband."

"Oh. I'm Nick Amaro, nice to meet you."

"Nick, huh?" He raised his eyebrow as they shook hands. "Is Olivia here?"

"She's in her office."

"I just met your boy toy," Hank said as he stepped into her office locking the door behind him.

"My boy toy?"

"The Latin lover out there. Amaro."

"Oh. Regina told you about that?"

"I shouldn't be surprised. You did always have a weakness for your partners."

"Ouch." Olivia lifted her eyes from the paperwork. "Fin isn't here."

"I didn't come to see Fin."

"You didn't?"

"No, I'm here to see you. Well, to take you out for lunch. Our daughter called me to stay she is staying at a friend's house tonight." He took a step closer to the desk and looked into her eyes. "I don't know about you, but I think she's doing her best to leave us alone."

"You might be right about that."

They walked to what used to be their favorite place and they were both thinking back on those days. How they would always make time to have lunch together at least three times a week. How sometimes they would go to that place during the weekends with Regina. Their arms slightly bumped into each other and a shiver ran across Olivia's body. Even the simplest touch made her go crazy. The previous night, when he had hugged her and kissed her, she pretended nothing had ever gone the wrong way. That they were still married. That they still loved each other. That they were still a happy family. That their daughter wasn't dying.

"So, Amaro huh?"

"That took you," she looked at her watch as she laughed, "fifteen minutes." Olivia turned her head around and stared out the window as she spoke. "I guess you can say we dated for a year or so. He is a divorced man with two kids and we were both lonely. Misery likes the company."

"Do you love him?"

"As a partner and a friend."

"Okay." Voight looked down and took a bite of his burger. He shouldn't had asked but he needed to know where her heart was at.

"What about Maggie?"

"What about her?"

"Regina said she was the only woman she ever saw around when she visited you."

"That's because she's my friend."

"That's it?"

"Do you want to know if I slept with her?" Olivia nodded her head afraid to speak. "Yes, I slept with Maggie a couple of times."

"Do you love her, Hank?"

"Not in the way you are thinking."

"You have no idea what I'm thinking about."

"I haven't learned to read minds yet."

"About you and her. Your body on hers," she lowered her voice as she noticed people looking their way. "Kissing her body like you used to kiss mine. Fucking her like you used to fuck me."

"No, don't compare her to you. There will never be anyone like you, Benson. But, what do you care? You fucked Cassidy and those thoughts you are having are the same I've had for the last five years. Except I never cheated on you."

"Thank you for lunch, Henry. I better get back to work." And with that, she walked away.

Tears were rolling down her face as she locked herself in her office. It was true, Maggie had been the one to mend his broken heart. To solve his problems. To fuck him throughout the years. She hated feeling this way. She hated being jealous when she had no right. She hated feeling cheated on when she was the cheater. She hated the pictures in her mind of the two of them sleeping together. Olivia shouldn't had asked because she couldn't stop thinking about it. She had never wanted to accept that he had the right to move on and love someone else. It was foolish and selfish to expect him to mourn their divorce and stay in love with her forever.

"You okay, Liv?"

"No." She said as Nick sat across from her. He was the only one she could be honest with; after all, they had spent their relationship talking about Voight and Maria.

"What happened?"

"I found out he slept with someone else. Don't give me that look. I know I have no right to be mad about it."

"You don't but I get it. You had the fantasy that he would always be your man."

"I was stupid to think so."

"Your words, not mine."

"I guess I always expected him to love me."

"And how do you know he doesn't?

"Because…"

"Exactly. You have no idea what he's feeling." He stood up to leave her office. "I don't know why he is here but he is and you should use it to make things better. I know you, Liv. I know how much you love him."

On her way home, Nick's words echoed in her mind. It might not be the perfect scenario but she had the chance to make things better. She hated thinking about it but in a matter of time Regina would leave her and that would mean Voight no longer had a connection to her life. She didn't want that. She didn't want to lose both the people she loved the most. That's why she bought a bottle of his favorite bourbon and a pack of the cigarettes he always used to smoke. Olivia was determined to make things better. For herself. For him. For Regina.

As she walked into the house, the aroma of the chicken rolls he always used to cook hit her. "It smells delicious."

"You can call it a truce." Hank said as he set the plates on the table.

"I guess we had the same idea." She showed him the bottle and the cigarettes. "I hope they still are your favorites."

"They are." He grabbed the things from her and helped her take her coat off. "Take a seat."

"You have no idea how much I've missed these rolls. I would get so jealous when Gina told me you had cooked them for her."

"I remembered they were your favorite dinner after a long day."

"They still are."

Back in the day, when they were a happily married couple, Olivia would tell him she had a long day and he would immediately cook the chicken rolls for her. It was her comfort food and, no matter what was going on, it would always make her feel happy. They had a lot of tiny details. Whenever he was stressed, they would sit outside and smoke; no words were pronounced and the only sound was made by the coming and going of the cigarette between their hands. On rainy weekends, they would spend the day in bed with Regina watching movies. They used to know each other perfectly. When the other person needed to talk. Needed space. Needed a hug. Or just simply needed to have sex. That night, they both knew they needed each other's company.

"That was so good!" She exclaimed as she did the dishes. Voight was leaning against the counter drinking the bourbon she had bought for him.

"Yes, you've said it a hundred times." He chuckled moving closer to her. "I am glad you enjoyed it."

"You should cook that every night for as long as you are here."

"I think the kid might get tired of it."

"Okay, true." Olivia dried her hands and turned around leaning on the counter next to him. She took the glass out of his hands, took a sip and placed it back in its place. "Speaking of the kid. Do you want to know what she said to me today?"

"What did she say?"

"That her last wish was to see us together again."

"Fuck." Hank couldn't say anything else. He knew how much Regina wanted them back together, but he had never expected her to say it was her last wish.

"My sentiments exactly." She was distracted by her cell phone ringing. While she talked, Voight couldn't stop staring at her. "Oh my god. Is she okay? Did she hurt herself?...I'll be there in ten minutes." He could see the despair in her eyes. "Regina fainted. She is conscious now but we have to go get her."

"Let's go."