#olivia x reader

You squint at the computer in front of you, trying to get the words on the screen to not blur as much. Why do legal briefs have to be in such small print? You swear these things are barely legible. 

The truth is that the swimming words probably have more to do with your headache that seems determined to escalate to a migraine sometime soon than the font size. And the fact that you keep having to turn away from the computer to cough what seems like every five seconds. But that’s neither here nor there – you still think they should make the print bigger. 

You sigh, minimizing the PDF on your screen and propping your head up on one hand. You rub your temples tiredly. Maybe if you just close your eyes for one minute, you just might… 

“Looks like you need this coffee more than I do.” 

You snap your eyes open, feeling your cheeks heat up. Olivia Benson is leaning against the doorframe to your office, watching you with a slightly amused, slightly concerned look on her face. 

“Please tell me one of those is for me,” you sigh, eyes falling to the two coffee cups in her hands. 

“Of course,” Olivia smiles, coming into your office and sitting down in the chair across from you. She hands over the coffee. “Can’t have our best assistant DA falling asleep midday, can we?” 

“You’re an angel,” you say, taking a long sip of the hot liquid. It feels amazing on your irritated throat, and you can only hope the caffeine might improve the pounding in your head. 

“I’ll take it,” Olivia chuckles, leaning back in the chair and taking a sip from her own cup. “That’s a lot better than the string of profanities that usually get hurled my way.”

You grimace in sympathy. “Long day?” 

“Ah, the usual. Some good, some bad,” Olivia says diplomatically, shrugging a shoulder. “But trying to focus on the good.” 

“And that’s what makes you a great captain.” You give her a reassuring smile, downing some more coffee. But then your throat tickles, and you’re forced to swivel around in your chair to smother a coughing fit in your elbow. 

It takes longer than you’d like for the coughing to calm down, and you wipe a few irritated tears off your cheeks when you turn back around. “Sorry, um –” you clear your throat. “Excuse me.” 

Olivia’s dark eyes are full of concern when you finally look at her again. “Are you alright?” she asks softly, studying you. “That doesn’t sound too good.” 

“It’s nothing,” you wave a hand, trying to sound healthier than you feel. “Wrong pipe.” 

Olivia tilts her head, giving you a knowing look. She reaches out, giving you a second to pull away if you want. When you don’t, she puts the back of her hand to your forehead, then sighs. 

“That’s what I thought. I have a twelve-year-old, I know a fever when I see one.” She raises her eyebrows at you. 

Your face feels hot, and you pull away, hiding it behind another sip of coffee. “It’s no biggie,” you repeat, although it sounds unconvincing, even to yourself. 

“Sweetheart,” Olivia says, her voice low and soft now. It makes your heart flutter. “You should go home and rest. You’re sick and running a temp.” 

You honestly didn’t expect Olivia to care this much. Sure, you’re friends, but she’s never looked at you like this before. 

“I will,” you say, swallowing down another cough. “I just have a few more things to get through, then I’ll head out.” 

“You’re no good to anyone here if you run yourself into the ground,” Olivia presses, her eyes still fixed on yours. “Trust me, I’ve done it myself.” 

You laugh softly. “Yeah, I’ve seen you do it.” 

“Exactly,” Olivia says, lips curled in a lopsided smirk. “And you’ve pulled me back when I needed it. Reminded me to sleep, and eat, and to go see my kid. So this is me pulling, honey. You need to go home.” 

You’ve seen this softer side of Olivia before. It’s reminiscent of the way she is with victims, all quiet words of reassurance, comforting touches. But somehow it’s hitting you even harder right now, all that care directed at you. 

But you remind yourself not to read too much into it. You’re friends, that’s all. Even if you secretly wish it could be more. 

Your nose itches and you hastily grab a tissue to sneeze into, sighing afterward. Olivia is right. You’re not getting anything done anyway. 

“Maybe I can work the rest of the day from home,” you admit begrudgingly, glancing up at her. “I don’t want to get anyone else sick, anyway.” 

“Good,” Olivia smiles at you, and the brightness of it makes your chest do funny things again. 

You and Olivia stand up. But the moment you’re on your feet, it feels like all the blood rushes from your head and you wobble, seeing stars. 

Olivia lunges for you immediately, wrapping a firm arm around you and steadying you. 

“Woah, careful,” she says, frowning at you. She doesn’t let go of you. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, just dizzy for a second,” you mumble, although you don’t make an effort to move out of her grasp. 

“Let me take you home, sweetheart,” Olivia murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. There’s a deep furrow in her eyebrows. “You shouldn’t be driving with this fever.” 

“I think I’ll be okay –” you start to protest, but she shakes her head firmly. While keeping her arm around you, she picks up your purse and jacket for you and tucks them under her other arm. 

“Nuh-uh. I’m pulling rank,” Olivia says, already guiding you toward the door. “I’m driving you home.” 

You feel too safe in her arms to protest any further. 

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You were back at work the next day. Your lunch break spent in Olivia's office. You rested your hands on your stomach, in awe that there was really a baby in there.

Olivia sat at her desk, admiring you. A soft smile was present on her face as you touched your stomach. Olivia herself was still in shock that you were pregnant.

She gently turned your head back up to meet hers, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away and looking at you. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked softly, still holding your waist.

Her gaze fell onto you.

"Mhm, better get back out there.." You nodded, beginning to detach yourself from her arms.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything." Olivia added.

You closed the door behind you as you watched Rollins return from her break.

"Hi Y/N" She smiled, sitting at her desk.

"Hey Manda, what's new?" You spoke, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"There's been a break in the case" Munch interrupted.

As Munch briefed the team, Olivia focused on the work in front of her. She was only half paying attention to what was going on. She was still thinking about earlier, thinking about you being pregnant with her child. The thought alone filled her with warmth. She knew this would be something she'd be thinking about for the rest of the day.

The case required the team to go into the field. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag to follow everyone else into action. The case wasn't too bad, thankfully. She walked with the team, making sure to keep an eye on you throughout. She couldn't help but be a bit protective, especially knowing that you were now carrying a baby, her baby.

There was a dead body that had been dead for a few days so it had a rancid smell. You tried to resist gagging and keep your composure. This action didn't go unnoticed by Liv.

She saw your expression as you saw the body and inched closer to you. Olivia placed her hand on your back, rubbing it gently. "You okay, dear?" She asked. She didn't want you to be too stressed, especially now. She was a bit concerned for your health.

"Y-Yeah.. it's just the s-smell" You admitted, whispering in her ear. You didn't want the rest of the team to know the news just yet. Didn't wanna jinx it.

Olivia nodded and kept a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles with her thumb, trying to comfort you. "Oh. My love.. It's going to be alright. Just breathe for me, okay?" She knew the next few months wouldn't be easy for you but it will be so worth it.

"You alright, Y/N? It's not your first dead body, is it?" Munch remarked, his eyes judging you.

Olivia looked up, her eyes glared at the other detective. This wasn't the time or place for jokes. She moved her hand from your back, instead putting it on your stomach, rubbing it softly. "It's alright," she reassured you, ignoring the other detective's comment.

"You know she's one of the younger agents leave her alone" Rollins spoke, referring to your age. Rollins was very motherly to you, and protective of you so she came to your rescue.

"Thank you, Amanda" Olivia turned to Rollins, giving her a nod. She hated when her teammates made comments that were just insensitive. She knew they didn't mean to be rude, but now was certainly not the time. The captain kept her hand on your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"In public?" You mouthed, refering to Liv's hand caressing your stomach. You didn't want your team to find out and this was a dead giveaway.

Olivia knew what you meant. She couldn't help but feel a bit protective and wanted everyone to know, but she also wasn't quite ready for anyone to know yet. She knew it would only be a matter of time before someone put the pieces together. "You're doing so well, don't worry about the others." She whispered, trying to reassure you.

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The team had returned back to the office, wrapping up the case. You were in Olivia's office, relaxing. The team knew of your relationship with the captain but they didn't know that you two were trying to have a child.

Olivia's hovered behind you, her hands working the knots in your shoulder. "You're so tense, my love.." Olivia spoke softly.

You closed your eyes, lending your hand back slightly. A quiet groan escaped from your lips.

"That's it baby, let it all out" Olivia encouraged. Her lips ghosted your neck.

"You're such a good girl, my best girl" She praised.

You stood up, backing Liv against the wall. Your gaze darkened, you bit your lip as your hand found it's way around her neck.

"Shh.. Gotta keep quiet Captain.." You smirked, you sucked on the skin on her neck, taking it between your teeth.

"Mine" You whimpered against her.

Olivia couldn't lie, she was turned on by your possessiveness, and slightly curious of where it came from. She wasn't complaining though.

"B-baby.. we're a-at work" She reminded you, trying to keep her composure and not submit to you. She didn't want to give up her power but God you felt so good against her.

"Mmm.. don't you want this Liv.." Yiu mumbled against her, your other hand snaked down to her stomach, resting just below her pants.

"We're still at work, we'll have time for this later." Olivia added gently, pulling your face away from her neck.

"Benson! Y/L/N!" A voice exclaimed from the briefing room.

"Cmon baby, no need to be so shy. It's just me. Just mommy, my sweet girl. Let mommy see your pretty face, hm?" Olivia cooed.

The older woman coaxed you out of your little cocoon. Your head was buried in her shoulder.

As you slowly begins to pull away, your teary-eyes met Liv's.

"Oh honey.." Olivia sighed sadly.

She knew that this last case had taken a toll on you. The outcome of the case was so upsetting you took it personally, blaming yourself. Olivia's eyes, full of care and concern for you, scanned your face awaiting your reaction.

"Livie" you called out, finally your voice broke.

Olivia watched as the fragile girl began to sob. You attempted to cover your face with your fingers to spare your older girlfriend the energy of consoling you.

There was nothing Olivia could say to change the outcome of the case but what she knew talking would help her little love.

As captain, Olivia is aware of your background, how you were sexually assaulted in the past. She knew you could relate to the case on a deeper level, which is why you took the verdict so hard.

She sighed softly, her hand stroking your hair as the other caressed your back in attempt to ground you.

A few minutes passed, Liv was giving you the space to cry and let it all out before talking to you. There was no rush for you to open up, she understood. Liv has experienced this in victims and even in her own complicated history.

You sat limp in her arms as your tears met a halt. Your fingers started to trace light circles on Liv's back.

Olivia took this as a sign that you were ready to talk.

"Honey?" Liv spoke softly, her hand resting softly on your back.

You hummed in response.

"Are you ready to talk about it, my love?" The older woman asked, her face scanning you for signs of distress.

You and Liv had this agreement that you would always talk about it. If something was bugging the other, then you wouldn't let it escalate to an argument or fight. To talk about it and dispute the problem before it gets worse.

You scooted over, leaving some space between the two, but not much. Your hand clutched Liv's, not that she minded.

Olivia knew some form of physical touch helped you to ground you. It served as reassurance that Olivia was real and you would be okay eventually.

You let out a shaky breath before glancing back at Liv. She nodded, motioning for you to go on.

"I think the reason this case is getting to me so much is because this has happened to me. Not this exact situation but I was touched... without my consent..a-and I've told you about it briefly but..." Your voice broke, gripping Liv's hand tightly.

With her other hand, Olivia reached out to rub your back. Subtly reminding you to breathe.

"P-part of me wished someone had came to save me, but no one ever did. It got worse but you know what? I grew up, and got the hell out of there." You exhaled, feeling a huge weigh lifted off your chest.

"That's right my love. What you experienced, is horrible, I have no words. But you're right, you got the hell out of there and I'm so proud of you for that. Shows how strong you are, look how far you came. You help people everyday, you are amazing, my gorgeous, generous, girlfriend." her voice softened with affection.

You let out a soft giggle in response. Liv, obviously confused, shoots you a puzzled look.

The older woman furrowed her eyebrows.

"That all started with g's, I just thought it was funny." You squeaked in a lighter tone.

"Oh? Hm? Funny am I?" Liv pushed, climbing onto you, trapping you beneath her.

You raised an eyebrow towards your girlfriend who looked like she was plotting something. Olivia smirked as she attacked you with tickles.

"l-livie!" You squealed.

"How funny am I now? Hm, sweetheart?" Liv teased.

You squirmed beneath her, out of breath "l-liv i can't breath!!" You giggled. "Oh, can't you now baby? " Liv inched closer towards you, pressing her lips against yours.

Liv fell in the empty space beside you, her hand caressed your face.

Your eyes met Olivia's warm brown eyes as you leaned into Livia's touch.

"I love you so much, babe." You whispered quietly.

"You are so perfect, angel." Liv whispered in response.

The two of you gazed at each other with nothing other than love. Laying in silence, clutching onto one another, as you both fell asleep tangled up in silence.

Taylor was dressed in all black,her blonde hair a mess from the wind. Sabrina was still dressed in black pants clinging to her legs and her shirt buttoned tightly. Olivia wore a simple blue coat and a red beanie. Billie was wearing her usual oversized shirt and jeans,a coat on that too as she shivered from the cold. You quickly ushered the girls inside before you started thinking,what reason could they all have for being here. Unless they fancied a reunion for this year,or to check on the one person who didn't end up a world renowned star like them. 

"So,what brought you back to this sad little town?" You finally asked.

“Ah we just missed the place,you know.” Taylor said,looking over your house as if trying to memorize every single detail.

“Yeah.” Sabrina agreed,taking off her coat.Olivia looked around,her eyes locking on the fire as she made her way towards it. Billie looked tense,her arms crossed as she stood in the foyer

"Just lock the door before you girls get any colder" you gestured to the door,they were all looking over the place probably surprised to see it hadn't changed at all in the last ten years.

“So it really hasn’t changed a bit huh?” Sabrina said as she looked around again,noticing all the old photographs and souvenirs that your parents had hung on the walls

"Nothing ever does around here,and I like this house" you jokingly fired back. All the girls chuckled at this,Sabrina and Taylor taking a seat on the couch

“You’ve always liked old houses.” This statement came from Olivia,who had finally turned away from the fire and was looking at you,her eyes were soft and filled with a strange emotion. There was some weird feeling,like there was something each of them wanted to say but held back. 

"Alright,anyone up for some hot chocolate?" You asked,every Christmas growing up they'd always come to you for some hot chocolate and to exchange gifts. And of course the famous brownies you'd always make. They all nodded,still looking around before they made themselves comfortable on the couch.

“I would die for some of your hot chocolate.” Sabrina said with a smile.

“And your brownies.” Billie chimed in.

"Oh,I didn't make any brownies this year," you explained.They all looked at you with a look of mild disappointment.

“What? No brownies?” Taylor said,disappointed.

“But those are the best part.” Sabrina groaned.

"Well I thought I was gonna be alone so I didn't make any. I mean what would I do with a full pan of brownies,no way I'm finishing that by myself" you explained.

“You could share them with us.” Billie said in a teasing tone.“We did bring presents after all,” she pointed out.

"Fine,it's only fair I'll make you some. I do have the ingredients after all." They all cheered at this.

“Yay.” Taylor said,sounding like a little kid,Billie giggled,her smile wide. It was like they turned back to their younger selves,before you all moved on with your lives. You moved into the kitchen to start prepping. It was quiet as you set up everything,the silence being interrupted by one of the girls joining you. Olivia walked in,her steps soft. You looked up and met her eyes.

“Can we talk?”

"Of course,what's on your mind?" She was now standing right in front of you,her entire body was facing you. She looked like she was working up the courage to say something.

“I need to tell you something.” She whispered. “It’s about…feelings I have towards you”

"What? What are you talking about?" You asked quietly,not knowing what she was talking about.

“I guess I should…start from the beginning. I guess…I should start with this letter-.” She began,her fingers playing with the sleeve of her sweater. There was a creak of the door opening,Olivia looked over her shoulders and saw that it was Sabrina who had just walked in.

“Heyyy…what are you two up to in here?” Sabrina said,looking between the two of you with a smirk on her face.

"Just getting ready to pop these into the oven" you sprinkled chocolate chips over the top.

“Oooo can I taste it?” Sabrina asked,walking closer to you. She reached out to grab some of the chocolate chips but you slapped her hand away,not too hard though.

"It’s not done yet" You said which made Olivia laugh at you not letting her get a taste.

“Awww come on.” Sabrina said,giving a small pout while she looked at you. Olivia left to join the others in the living room,leaving you and Sabrina alone. Sabrina was now standing beside you,chewing on her lower lip as she looked at the batter. “You’re cruel you know.” She said,glancing at you with a small smirk.

"I'm sorry I won't let you eat the batter and get a stomachache" you said sarcastically.

“It’s not that bad.” She protested,rolling her eyes at you. “Besides, my stomach is made of cast iron.” She said with a proud smirk. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to open the oven,but you knew her well,too well. 

"Don't even think about it" you knew she was reaching for the batter behind your back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sabrina said with a fake innocent look. She continued to reach for the bowl behind you. You stopped her and put the brownies in the oven.

“I was so close.” She whined,pouting as she looked at the brownies cooking.  You started on the hot chocolate after you set a timer. “Hey…” she suddenly spoke up,tapping her fingers on the counter as she chose her words carefully. “I wanted to ask you something”

"No,I'm not giving you the recipe," you joked.

“Not that,I wanted to ask you about something else “ she said,her playful tone turning more serious.You nodded for her to go ahead and ask.

“Did you ever-” she cut herself off,trying to figure out how to phrase it. You worked on the hot chocolate,making each one exactly as you remembered them liking it. “Did you ever…send anyone a letter during Christmas?” She asked,her voice low and hesitant.

"No,I did send any letters," you said,confidently.

“But hypothetically speaking…” You nodded for her to continue. “If you had sent a letter…” she started,picking at her fingers as she looked at you. “To someone, would you want them to be truthful?”

"Of course" you made everyone's drinks the way they liked them. It seemed to hit her how well you remembered what each of them liked.

Sabrina- whipped cream,marshmallows and rainbow sprinkles.

Billie- only mini marshmallows.

Olivia- whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles,you always kept extra for her back in the day.

Taylor- with whipped cream and nothing else.

“You still remember how each of us like our hot chocolates huh?” She said, It was more of a statement than a question.

"Of course I still remember" Olivia peeked her head inside.

“Is the hot chocolate done yet?” She asked,her head peeking through the door.

"Yes,it is and I got the chocolate sprinkles you like" Olivia’s eyes lit up at this,a large smile spreading across her face.

“Oh you remembered?” She said,walking further into the kitchen.

"Of course I did" you moved to the living room and immediately you were pulled to a different room by Billie,wanting to talk about something in private. You let yourself be pulled into the room,letting the door shut behind you and the voices of the girls in the living room were now muffled beyond the door.

“I need to talk to you about something, “ she said,her voice shaking a little. You watched her,waiting for her to continue. Every second felt like forever until she spoke. “I just-“ she cut herself off,letting out a frustrated sigh. “I need to confess something. Something that I should have said a long time ago” She swallowed heavily,her eyes never leaving yours “I-” her voice was cut off by your timer going off. 

“Oh,damn the brownies”  You rushed out and took them out of the oven,setting them on the counter. Taylor followed you into the kitchen and now you were alone with her.

“Oo I can’t wait!” Taylor said,quickly walking up to the counter.  Taylor was hovering over the brownies,her fingers hovering over them as she seemed to be fighting the urge to just rip them apart and eat them straight off the pan. “So how long till I can eat one?” she asked with a big grin,her patience wearing thin.

"Just give it a minute to cool down"

”Fiiiine I’ll wait” she grumbled. You chuckled,she looked up and her tone had turned a bit more serious. She straightened up from her slouched position and leaned against the counter.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked,her expression turning serious.

"What is it?"

“It's about the letter…” she began,her fingers now playing with the counter.

"What letter?"

“I’m not stupid you know” she said,her voice still having a playful tone “I know you sent me a letter”

"I never sent you anything"

“Are you sure?” she asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and a small hint of amusement

“Yes,I’m sure”

“So if you didn’t send the letter…who did?”Suddenly everyone else had also entered the kitchen. 

"So you got a letter from me?" You asked,directed at Taylor but everyone else had also heard it. There was an obvious change in the atmosphere in the kitchen, all of the girls were now looking at you with various different reactions Taylor’s expression was a mix of curiosity, amusement and a slight bit of anger.Olivia’s eyes widened as she was stunned,Billie and Sabrina both had a look of shock on their faces.

"You wrote a letter to Taylor?" Olivia asked,confused that Taylor got a letter. Taylor glanced at Olivia,her face had a mix of shock and confusion on it.

“Wait… you got a letter too?” She asked,her eyes widened,but before Olivia could reply, Sabrina spoke up,her voice nervous.

“Wait…you all got a letter?”

"So I wasn't the only one?" Billie said. All the girls started to realize how everyone got a letter,all of them were stunned.

“Wait-“ Taylor said,her face now full of realization “you all got one?”The girls seemed so confused and baffled by this revelation. They stood in silence for a moment,all trying to process this information.

"So you all got letters from me?" They all nodded in agreement,the confusion still clear on their faces. Taylor was the first to speak up again,her tone still holding a hint of disbelief “So… you wrote letters to all of us?” You knew there was no getting out of this,somehow your letters got out to them. 

"I...I did write letters to all of you,years ago" The girls stood in stunned silence at your confession,at first they thought it was a joke,a prank even. But as they saw the seriousness in your expression,realization slowly creeped in. "But I never sent them out"

"So how did we end up getting them?" Billie asked.

"I don't know,no one knows about those letters,except for..." you realized just who had sent those letters,your mother.The girls picked up on your sudden realization,Olivia was the first to speak up.

"Except for who?" she asked,her voice filled with curiosity and slight anxiousness.

"My mother,she must've sent them out." You sighed. Silence fell across the room as the girls absorbed your words,but the silence was quickly broken by Olivia speaking.

"Your mother?" she said, "She sent the letters out?"

"I guess she did. Listen you were never supposed to get those letters-"

"Why not? Why didn't you want us to get them?" Taylor spoke up,her tone a mix of anger and curiosity.

"Because it's weird,you're my friends and I shouldn't be crushing on all of you"

"Wait… you have a crush on all of us?" Olivia was the one to speak up,her voice a mix of disbelief and surprise.

"Yes,at different points in time" you started explaining but they had so many questions.

“For how long?” Taylor asked 

“Which of us did you have a crush on first?” Olivia asked 

“Did you really mean all of it?” Billie asked the girls bombarded you with questions

“How did you manage to keep your feelings to yourself all this time?” Olivia asked.

"Were you ever planning on telling us about this?" Taylor asked.

"Do you still have feelings for any of us?" Billie asked,her question hitting the hardest of all.

"Girls one at a time. One over the course of several years,I didn't keep track. Two it was Sabrina,three yes I did mean it." You answered the first three questions. "I wrote the letters and I kept rereading them to remind myself to keep it a secret. No,I was never planning on telling any of you or sending out the letters"  You had avoided Billie's last question about if you still had feelings for any of them. They all hung onto your every word,taking in the information. Silently processing the several confessions you had just made.However Billie saw right through you,she knew you avoided the last question. She took a step towards you,her gaze fixed on yours.

"You avoided my last question" she said, her voice a mix of hurt and anger. "Do you still have feelings for any of us?" she repeated, her eyes searching your face for an answer. You sighed,staying quiet for a moment as you watched their faces debating lying or telling the truth. Taylor and Olivia both seemed curious but concerned,Sabina’s expression was a mixture of hurt and nervousness and Billie looked desperate,eyes almost pleading  for you to tell her the truth. You avoided their eyes as you looked down and answered the question. "Yes,I still have feelings" The words hung in the air,the room feeling suddenly more heavy. The silence was almost unbearable,the girls were still stunned and speechless. Taylor looked like she wanted to say something,her mouth opening a few times but no words coming out,Olivia’s face was full of a mix of surprise and confusion,Sabrina’s eyes were locked on you. But Billie’s expression was the most noticeable one,a look of both pain and hope was in her eyes. Silence hung in the air,no one knew how to respond but before anyone could say anything,Billie decided to cut through the tension.

"Who is it,which one of us is it?”

She knew these feelings were wrong better than anyone else, but she couldn't help it

She didn't know when they started, but once they did, they just kept growing until she wasn't able to control it

She tried to avoid you, to maybe lower the feelings, but it's like you're everywhere, even when you're not

How do people deal with such intense emotions? She feels like she's wound like a spring

She tried so hard to fight the feelings off, but how could she when you were so perfect in her eyes?

She's very protective over you. She worries about your safety constantly and worries if you don't answer her texts

Her paranoia is really high, especially with everything that's happened to her. She just wants to protect you and keep you in her life

Would do anything for you. You are literally her world

She can get away with any crime. Do not test her. She's been in the force long enough to know how to bet the system

She's quite literally unbeatable. No one will believe you if you say she's been stalking you or harassing you. Olivia is the best on the force, she dedicates her life to this, so why would she commit a crime?

You had been Olivia’s lieutenant for years now. Together, you’d seen more horrors than you cared to remember, stood in the thick of crimes that shook the city to its core, and brought justice to those who couldn’t fight for themselves. But through it all, you had stood by Olivia’s side. It wasn’t just a professional relationship—it was a bond forged in fire, through trust, respect, and something more, something neither of you dared to acknowledge.

There was an undeniable chemistry between you, something you could feel in every shared glance, every brush of her hand against yours, and every quiet moment spent side by side, piecing together the details of a case. It lingered like a shadow between you, this unspoken tension that crackled in the air, and though you both pretended it wasn’t there, everyone in the precinct knew.

“Lieutenant, we got something.” Fin’s voice broke you from your thoughts.

You turned toward him, grateful for the distraction. He held a tablet out to you, a frown pulling at his lips. “Take a look at this.”

You took the tablet, your eyes narrowing as you read over the autopsy report. The victim, a 16-year-old girl named Lily Sampson, had been found three days earlier in a dilapidated apartment building on the outskirts of Manhattan. Bruises covered her body, and the evidence pointed to a particularly violent sexual assault. The medical examiner had just confirmed that the DNA found at the scene was a match for a known predator—a man by the name of Gavin Ross, who had slipped through the cracks of the justice system more than once. A chill ran down your spine. Ross was bad news, and if he was involved, this case was far from over.

Olivia emerged from her office, her sharp gaze landing on you. She seemed to sense the change in the room, her posture immediately shifting to one of alertness. “What do we have?”

You passed her the tablet. “It’s worse than we thought. DNA came back, and it’s a match for Gavin Ross.”

Her eyes darkened as she skimmed through the report. “Ross… Damn it. I thought we’d locked him up two years ago.”

“We did. He got out on a technicality. Bad evidence collection on a prior case,” you said, your voice laced with frustration. “And now we’ve got a dead teenager on our hands.”

Olivia clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with anger and determination. “We’re not letting him slip through again. Not this time.”

Her resolve was one of the things you admired most about her. No matter how dark or twisted a case got, she never gave up. But with cases like this, you knew it took a toll. She bore the weight of every victim, carried the burden of every injustice like a cross. You saw it in the way her shoulders tensed at every new revelation, in the tired lines that had begun to crease her face.

“Let’s bring him in,” Olivia said, her voice firm. “Fin, Rollins, see if you can get an address on Ross. He’s slippery, but he’s got a pattern. Check the usual haunts.”

As the team dispersed, you caught up to Olivia. “Do you think we’ll get him this time?”

Her expression softened for just a moment, a fleeting crack in her armor. “We have to.”

Hours passed in a blur of dead ends and frustration. Ross had gone underground. Fin and Rollins had come up empty at every location they searched. You could see the tension building in Olivia’s shoulders, the weight of the case pressing down on her. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the squad room began to empty out, officers heading home or grabbing a few hours of sleep before the next shift. But you and Olivia remained, as always, locked in the hunt.

You sat across from her at her desk, the two of you going over case notes, when Olivia suddenly slammed a file shut, frustration bubbling over. “We’re missing something,” she muttered, rubbing her temples.

You watched her carefully. “We’ll find him, Liv. We always do.”

She looked up at you, her eyes softening at the sound of your voice. There it was again, that unspoken connection—just beneath the surface, always there, always waiting. “You should go home. Get some rest. We’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

“I’ll go when you go,” you said, your voice gentle but firm.

A small smile tugged at her lips, the first one you’d seen all day. “Stubborn as ever, huh?”

You shrugged, leaning back in your chair. “It’s one of my many talents.”

The brief flicker of amusement in her eyes warmed your chest, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced by the heavy burden of the case. Olivia’s hand moved to the file in front of her, fingers tracing the edge of a photograph of the victim, her eyes distant. “She was so young,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

You stood and moved around her desk, standing beside her. You didn’t say anything—there was nothing to say that would make it better. But you placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. She glanced up at you, and for a moment, something passed between you, something raw and unguarded.

Her gaze flicked to your hand on her shoulder, and you quickly pulled away, clearing your throat. The tension crackled in the air like static electricity, the pull between you undeniable. But, like always, it was left unsaid.

Before either of you could say anything more, Rollins burst through the doors of the squad room, her face flushed with urgency. “We’ve got something. A tip came in—Ross was spotted at a motel down in Hell’s Kitchen. We’ve got units headed there now.”

Olivia shot to her feet, all traces of fatigue gone. “Let’s go.”

You were already moving, adrenaline pumping through your veins as the three of you rushed out of the precinct, sirens blaring as you sped through the darkened streets of Manhattan.

The motel was a run-down, seedy place tucked away in the shadows of Hell’s Kitchen. The kind of place where people disappeared. As you approached, your heart pounded in your chest. This was it—your chance to bring Ross in before he slipped away again.

“Units have the perimeter secured,” Rollins reported, her voice low as the three of you approached the motel doors, weapons drawn. “He’s holed up in room 214.”

Olivia nodded, her face a mask of focus. “Let’s do this.”

You took position beside her, exchanging a quick glance. In that brief second, the rest of the world fell away. It was just you and her, two parts of the same machine, moving together without needing to speak. The trust between you was absolute.

Olivia knocked on the door, her voice authoritative. “NYPD! Gavin Ross, open up!”

Silence.

Your grip tightened on your weapon, your pulse quickening. Every second felt like an eternity. Then, suddenly, the door flew open, and Ross bolted.

“Stop!” Olivia shouted, but Ross didn’t listen.

You sprang into action, chasing him down a narrow alley behind the motel. The sound of your footsteps echoed in the confined space as you closed the distance between you. You could hear Olivia right behind you, her breath labored but determined.

Ross darted around a corner, but you were faster. You lunged forward, tackling him to the ground. He struggled, but you pinned him down, twisting his arm behind his back as you slapped the cuffs on him.

Olivia was beside you in an instant, her eyes blazing with triumph. “You’re done, Ross. You’re not getting away this time.”

Ross spat at her feet, but Olivia didn’t flinch. She stood tall, her presence commanding as always, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. This was what you did, what you both did—together.

Back at the precinct, the team was abuzz with the victory. Ross was in custody, the case was wrapped, and Lily Sampson’s family would finally have justice. It was a rare moment of celebration in a job that so often ended in heartbreak.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, you found yourself back at Olivia’s office. She was sitting at her desk, her expression thoughtful, but there was a quiet satisfaction in her eyes.

You knocked softly on the doorframe. “Mind if I come in?”

She looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. “Always.”

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. There was a comfortable silence between you, the weight of the case finally lifting. But just as you began to settle into that brief moment of reprieve, your phone buzzed. The precinct’s alert system flashed across the screen—a new development. Something big.

Olivia’s phone buzzed at the same time. She looked at you, her brow furrowing. “What is it?”

You glanced at your phone. “Ross’s prints came up on another crime scene. It just came in.”

Olivia’s face darkened, the weariness of the day replaced by a sharp edge of concern. “Another crime scene? When?”

You scrolled through the alert. “Two days ago. The body of a woman found in a park in Queens. Her face wasn’t recognizable, but the prints match Ross.”

A heavy silence settled between you. You thought you had him, thought this was finally over, but it seemed Ross had been busy before you caught him. Another victim. Another life lost.

Olivia rubbed her temples, her voice low but full of resolve. “We need to talk to him again. If there’s another victim, we can’t afford to wait.”

You nodded, already standing up. “I’ll grab the case file on the new victim. Let’s go make sure he doesn’t slither out of this one.”

The precinct was quieter now, the late hour thinning out most of the officers and detectives, but as you and Olivia moved with purpose toward the holding cells, it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Cases like this were never clean, never simple. They stuck to you, left scars that couldn’t be healed.

When you reached the interrogation room, Ross was slouched in his chair, his wrists shackled to the table, his face twisted into a smug smile that made your stomach turn. The guy had no remorse—he never had. He glanced up lazily as you and Olivia entered, his expression daring you to do something.

Olivia didn’t waste any time. “We found your prints at a second crime scene, Gavin. Two days ago. Another woman dead. You think this is over?”

He shrugged. “You got me on one, Benson. But two? You sure about that?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Olivia. This was typical of predators like Ross—never give anything up unless they had to. His cocky demeanor only made the tension between you and Olivia grow thicker, the unspoken frustration of dealing with another monster who thought he could outsmart the system.

Olivia stepped closer, her voice low and dangerous. “We’re sure, Gavin. And so is the DA. This isn’t just about Lily anymore. You’re going down for both, and we’ll make sure you rot in a cell for the rest of your miserable life.”

Ross’s smirk faltered slightly, but he leaned forward, his eyes glittering with something dark and twisted. “You really think you know me, Benson? You think you know everything I’ve done?” He chuckled, a sound that made your blood boil. “There’s more. And you won’t even scratch the surface.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. You could feel the anger radiating off her in waves, but she didn’t give in to his provocation. Instead, she motioned for you to step outside with her.

Once in the hallway, you could see the tension in her posture, the way her fingers drummed against her side. You knew what she was thinking—this case was spiraling, and the more you learned, the darker it became.

“He’s taunting us,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but her frustration clear.

You nodded, your mind racing. “He’s hiding something. We need to dig deeper—check for other unsolved cases, anything that fits his MO.”

Olivia turned to you, her eyes intense, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to slow. You were standing closer than usual, the small space between you filled with that ever-present tension. Her eyes flicked over your face, lingering for just a moment too long.

You swallowed, feeling the pull, that undeniable chemistry that had been simmering for years. “We’ll get him,” you said, your voice softer than intended.

Olivia held your gaze for a second longer before nodding, her expression softening just a fraction. “We always do.”

The next day passed in a blur of information gathering and connecting dots. You worked tirelessly alongside Olivia, poring over files, cross-referencing old cases, and piecing together Ross’s movements. What you uncovered was chilling.

There were at least three other unsolved cases over the past year that matched Ross’s MO—each victim a young woman, each one lured to an isolated location and murdered brutally. The cases had slipped through the cracks, but now, with Ross in custody, it was clear he had been hunting for far longer than anyone had realized.

You and Olivia sat across from one another at a table covered in photos, maps, and reports. Your shoulders brushed occasionally as you leaned in to point out connections, the closeness sending small shocks through you. It was nothing new—this proximity—but lately, it felt heavier, more charged.

As you pointed to a spot on the map, showing where one of the victims had been found, Olivia’s hand brushed yours. Neither of you pulled away immediately, and your eyes met, lingering just a beat too long. There it was again—that unspoken electricity that had crackled between you for years.

You cleared your throat, pulling your hand back and trying to refocus. “If we push the DA, we might be able to tie Ross to these other cases. Build a stronger profile.”

Olivia nodded, her voice a little quieter than before. “You’re right. Let’s get the detectives on it.”

But even as you both continued to talk strategy, the air between you felt different. Something had shifted in that moment of accidental touch, something that neither of you wanted to fully acknowledge.

It was late again, the precinct emptying out as you and Olivia prepared for one final push. Ross had been formally charged for Lily’s murder and the second victim, but the investigation was far from over. You both knew there were more victims, more pieces to the puzzle that needed to be solved.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of Olivia’s desk as she reviewed the updated case files, the soft light from her desk lamp casting a warm glow over the room. There was a comfortable silence between you, the weight of the day’s work settling into your bones, but there was also something else—something that made your chest tighten every time you looked at her.

Olivia glanced up at you, her lips curving into a small, tired smile. “You’re still here.”

You shrugged, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice. “I said I’d go when you go.”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze holding yours for a moment before she spoke again. “You always have my back, don’t you?”

There was something in her voice—something softer, more vulnerable. It caught you off guard.

“Always,” you replied, your voice equally soft. The word felt heavier than usual, like it carried more than just professional loyalty.

Olivia leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. The tension that usually held her so tightly seemed to slip away, and for the first time that night, she looked almost relaxed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of her words hanging between you. For a moment, the case, the precinct, the entire world seemed to fade away. All that remained was the two of you, the unspoken bond that had always been there but had never been acknowledged.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but before the words could come, the sound of your phone buzzing on the desk shattered the moment.

You both blinked, the spell broken. Olivia sat up straighter, her usual mask of composure slipping back into place as she glanced at your phone. “Looks like you’ve got a message.”

You grabbed the phone, glancing down at the screen. It was a notification from Fin—Ross’s lawyer had arrived at the precinct, and they were prepping for another round of questioning in the morning.

Olivia stood, her expression shifting back to business as usual. “Looks like tomorrow’s going to be another long day.”

You nodded, slipping your phone into your pocket. “Yeah. Guess we should call it a night.”

As you both gathered your things, the tension between you returned, heavier than ever. But just like always, it remained unspoken.

As you walked out of the precinct together, the cool night air hitting your skin, you stole one last glance at Olivia. There was something in her eyes, something you couldn’t quite read, but before you could dwell on it, she gave you a small smile.

“Good night,” she said softly.

“Good night, Olivia,” you replied, your heart aching with everything you couldn’t say.