Amanda's plan had worked for the most part, and you had not gotten a bottle, pacifier, or heard any comments so far this week, but there was still one officer who was giving you a hard time every chance he got. You were getting tired of the constant comments, the accidental bumps where his hand would linger for too long in places they shouldn't, the flat-out grabs/touches, and his sexual comments about you and your body. This morning, he was really pushing your buttons and you wanted nothing more than to punch his teeth out, but you knew that would just earn you a sore backside and probably get you suspended for a few days. So here you sat staring at paperwork while everyone was out on call, trying to ignore the latest comments aimed your way.

"Hey Y/L/N," Officer Brooks called from behind you, " Which mommy breastfeeds you at night, Benson or Cabot?"

You turn in your chair to glare daggers at him.

"I bet it's Benson right, her tits are way bigger," he laughed, his hands pretending to grab large breasts, " but Cabot's tits are way smaller and more perky so I bet they fit that baby mouth of yours better."

"Fuck off Brooks," you tell him walking to the file cabinet to put away your now finished paperwork.

"Is the baby getting upset? Do you want something better to suck on," he asked jokingly, grabbing his junk to get his point across.

"If I wanted something that small, I would find a Tic-Tac," you replied, pushing past him and bending over your desk to grab the other files you needed.

"I'll fuck you so hard you will be crying for your mommies to come save you," he chided landing a hard stinging slap to your backside.

The anger you had been pushing down bubbled over, and before you knew what was happening, you had turned around and punched Brooks square in the face, breaking his nose. You cocked back for punch two but a voice stopped you cold.

"What the hell is going on in here," Olivia yells, storming into the squad room, followed closely by Fin, Amanda and Alex all of them looking equally irritated.

"She fucking went crazy and punched me," Brooks explained grabbing tissue to stop the blood pouring from his nose.

"Thats bullshit and you fucking know it you asshole," you yell back stepping towards him only to be stopped by Fin.

"Y/L/N my office. Go. Now," Olivia instructs, pointing towards her office. You huff and turn to push past Brooks on your way to Olivia's office.

"Yeah listen to Mommy, must be that time," he whispered low enough for only you to hear and make sucking sounds. The anger flared again and you turn to go after him again only for Fin to catch you around the waist.

"Come on, Munchkin," Fin says, throwing you easily over his shoulder and heading towards Olivia's office, "let's go before you kill someone."

You struggle over his shoulder, telling him to put you down repeatedly on his way to Olivia's office. He plops you down on the couch and kneels down in front of you.

"Calm down kiddo," he soothes ruffling your hair, "what's got you so pissed off?"

"Brooks is a fucking arrogant pig who shouldn'tt be allowed to carry a gun and badge," you huff crossing your arms.

"Well yeah but since when did that ever make you cold cock someone," he asks, putting a finger under your chin and making you look at him.

"Nothing."

"Nice try, kiddo. Come on, talk to me."

"He…he said some things….about some people ...and me….and he….he…said things about their…..um…"

"He said something about Liv and Alex, didn't he?"

"Yeah," you sigh, hanging your head.

"What did he say to you?"

"He….he said that…"

"What the hell was that young lady," Olivia yells angrily as she enters her office with Alex close behind.

"I'll let you guys talk," Fin says, making a hasty retreat out the door, closing it behind him.

"So what do you have to say for yourself," Alex asks, sitting next to you on the couch.

You sit there quietly, hanging your head to avoid their angry eyes and playing with your hands. You couldn't tell them what he said; it would just cause more problems. You were already in enough trouble, and you couldn't afford to be in any more so staying quiet was the best thing for you to do.

"Well, young lady," Olivia asks, squatting in front of you trying to catch your eyes.

"I have no explanation," you explain shifting your eyes to avoid Olivia's, "He pissed me off and I reacted poorly. I apologize for my actions. Please just spank me so we can move on."

"Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you just assaulted a fellow officer apparently unprovoked and unjustifiably. This is more than just a spanking, you could be suspended or even fired," Olivia says angrily, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into her eyes.

"But…" you gasp, shock filling your eyes as they meet Olivia's.

"No buts. Not this time."

"I….I can't tell you. I want to but I can't."

"Then this is going to get pretty ugly and there is nothing either Olivia or I can do to help you."

"I'm sorry but I can't."

"Can't or won't honey," Alex asks calmly brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"Won't," you sigh, turning your head slightly to catch her gaze, "I won't tell you what he said. I'm sorry."

There was a knock on the door and Fin peeks his head in.

"Liv. Alex. You guys need to see this."

Olivia and Alex go to the door to follow Fin into the squad room. When you move to follow, they pin you with matching glares and an order to stay where you are. When they leave, they close the door behind them, but your curiosity gets the best of you, and you walk over to the window to watch them. Amanda is sitting at her desk, pointing to her computer screen with Fin, Alex, and Olivia surrounding her, staring at the screen. It doesn't take you long to figure out that they must have pulled the footage from the cameras in the squad room. You watched all four of their faces turn from irritation to anger to shock and back to anger as they watch the events between you and Brooks unfold on the screen. The four of them turn to meet your gaze through the window but you can't read their faces. You retreat back to the coach as soon as you see Alex and Olivia move back towards the office and pull your knees up to your chest, burying your face.

"Honey," Olivia sweetly coos, placing her hand on your arm, "Can you look at me please?"

You just shake your head not wanting to face them.

"Please, baby, let me see those pretty eyes of yours," Olivia encourages you, running her free hand through your hair.

You hesitate for a second more but slowly raise your head to meet the concerned faces of both Alex and Olivia who were now kneeling in front of you.

"There's our girl," Olivia says, running her hand through your hair again while Alex sits next to you on the couch pulling you into her arms.

"Y/N, is this the first time Brooks has touched you like that," Olivia asks, her tone becoming more serious.

You open your mouth to answer but realize that lying will just make it worse so you close your mouth and turn your head to bury it in Alex's shoulder.

"No honey, there is no hiding from this. I want the truth and I want it now," Olivia states in a serious tone grabbing your chin and turning your face to meet hers, "Is. This. The first. Time?"

"No," you whisper, dropping your head before giving the explanation you knew they would demand soon, "It has been going on for weeks. He mostly just makes sexual comments about my body, or what he would do to me, or how I should let him show me what a real man is like. Sometimes he would bump into me on purpose and touch me in places when he did. Last week he started just doing it without pretending or making it look like an accident. I was fine just ignoring it but today he…he…"

"Made comments about us and our bodies," Alex finished your sentence for you, pulling you close.

"Yeah and I could take it when he said things about me but when he started talking about you and whose boobs I like better to breastfeed from it just really got to me. He shouldn't talk about you guys like that, it's not right."

"Honey, it's not right for him to say those things to you either or anyone else and it is definitely not right for him to be putting his hands on you at all. Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"He is a fellow officer, I didn't want to get him in trouble or cause any more problems for you. Plus it was just me so it's not like it really matters."

"Y/F/N Y/M/N, of course it matters," Alex says in a raised voice, grabbing your face in her hands and meeting your eyes, "You deserve to be treated better than that. You matter. Many people love you. You matter, honey. What happens to you matters."

"I'm sorry," You whisper, "so what is going to happen now? Am I going to get suspended?"

"Well, first off, I am going to go deal with Brooks, who has just earned himself a 3-day rip and a transfer for the sexual harassment of female superiors," Olivia explains standing up and pulling you with her, "Then I am going to come back hear and deal with you."

"Am I getting fired," you ask, trying to hold back tears.

"No, but you are getting a write-up for punching a fellow officer, and of course, the lying, cursing, and behavior have earned you,"

"A spanking," you sigh, finishing Olivia's sentence.

"Oh, more than one sweetheart," Alex adds with a slight chuckle.

"Alex will take care of part one while I deal with Brooks. Then, later today, after lunch, I will give you another one, and you will get one more later tonight before bed."

"Yes, Ma'am. Does this also mean that I can't go to dinner with my friends tonight?"

"No honey, I know you guys have had this planned for months, so we will let you go, but you have to be home by nine and no alcohol."

"Thank you."

"I wouldn't thank us just yet. You will be enjoying your dinner with a rather sore backside," Olivia chuckles, kissing your forehead before turning to leave her office, "I expect to see you sitting at your desk and working when I get back, young lady."

As Olivia closed the office door behind her, Alex takes a seat on the couch and beckons you over to her.

"Come here, little one. Let's get this first spanking handled so you can get back to your desk and paperwork."

A little over an hour later, Olivia walks back into the squad room to find you squirming uncomfortably in your chair, finishing your paperwork. A few hours later, she calls you into her office to follow through on her earlier promise to deliver your second punishment of the day. The rest of the afternoon, you try to avoid sitting at all costs, and you hope that the pain would subside enough by dinner to at least enjoy eating with your friends for a little while. When it was time to meet your friends, you opt to walk the short distance, and after a reminder from Olivia to be home by nine and not drink, you head out. During the short walk, you keep stopping and looking around as your gut churns with the feeling that you are being followed.