Elliot: Hey everyone!

Olivia: We're back! Again! Hooray!

Elliot: We really don't have an excuse this time apart from the author who owns no one but her own people was working on other stories but this chapter will more than make up for it hopefully.

Olivia: So without further ado, here is the next long awaited chapter. Enjoy. Oh and hank you to the author's epic Beta Holly AKA TheHesitantWriter on here AKA Hesitant_Writer on twitter who made it so you could actually enjoy this chapter.

Olivia stood in total and absolute shock, Trevor's last few words taking her by storm.

"You… you ra-… you raped me?" she whispered, the words sounding foreign to her in every context. Trevor cringed as she spoke but nodded. "Yeah. I mean I had to have known you were drugged and I still went after you." He swallowed hard and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I don't… I don't know what else to say."

Olivia, who was still trying to wrap her mind around what he had told her, collapsed into one of her overstuffed arm chairs, her thoughts whirling a million miles an hour. She had been raped. Trevor Langan had, by every definition of the written law, raped her…

But Trevor had been black out drunk as well. Yes he may have noticed her being drugged and did something to stop the first man from taking advantage of her, for which she will forever be grateful, but if he was just as drunk as she was and Olivia had sex with him, did that mean she raped him?

Olivia put her head in her hands and groaned. Why on earth was this whole situation so complicated? She couldn't have a regular one night stand with some anonymous man. No, she had to get drunk and sleep with a man who had dedicated his whole life to freeing the men Olivia worked tirelessly to put in jail. And it couldn't be a normal one night stand. They were both drunk WELL beyond the scope of even considering good choices and she had been drugged not once but twice.

Plus, to add the icing onto the shit cake whose layers kept being added onto, she was pregnant and Trevor wanted to act like they were one big happy family while Olivia, on the other hand, wasn't even sure if she wanted to keep the baby…

She took several deep breaths and gazed back up at Trevor who stood guiltily in her kitchen. "Trevor." Olivia spoke slowly so that she could take the time to figure out what on earth she could say to him. "What… what happened after you stopped that guy? The one who drugged me?"

"According to the bartender, he threw the drug guy out, and you and me had about a hundred dollars worth of Kamikaze shots."

"Oh Jesus!" Olivia moaned once again putting her face in her hands. "Why the hell didn't the bartender cut us off?"

"Oh he did. I guess you threatened to arrest him and I told him I would defend him horribly and lose on purpose. Then we both started laughing and rolling on the floor at how 'purpose' sounds like 'porpoise' and then you yelled at a LOT of people that Porpoise is different than Dolphin and I threatened to step on people who disagreed with you because they're 'anty' compared to my size…"

Olivia sat in her chair, her eyes wide and her jaw halfway to the floor. She had gotten silly drunk before but not to that extent since she was in college. After several moments she cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her neck, a deep red blush breaking out on her cheeks. "Um… wow. Um… yeah I can see why we're not allowed back…."

"Oh that's not why," Trevor told her. "At one point during our night of debauchery, you started betting the bartender you were such a good shot, you could shoot a bottle of tequila off his head. Neither one of us had a pistol so you bet you could throw a shot glass and still hit center. When you actually picked up the glass is when he had us both thrown out."

Olivia moaned and shook her head, her stomach feeling just as sick as it had the morning she woke up with Trevor laying down beside her. "How the hell could we have been so stupid? We're lucky we weren't arrested."

He shrugged as he leaned against her counter. "Lucky night, I guess."

"Oh yeah, real damn lucky," she muttered under her breath. She took a deep breath and turned towards him. "Do… you remember anything after the bar? Like… if it was consensual or not?"

Trevor's face glowed a hot red and he quickly turned back towards the stove so she wouldn't see him. He had only watched the first minute or so of the movie that first dreadful morning and hadn't even picked it up since.

Not only out of respect for Olivia but because he was afraid of what he would find. If OIivia had said 'no' or tried to stop him and he took what he wanted anyway, he would have no idea how to live with himself afterwards.

He knew he should have told her the truth, he didn't know if it was at least semi consensual, but there was an easy way to find out. But instead all he did was shake his head and grumble a soft spoken 'no.'

Olivia accepted the one word answer and nodded slowly. She gathered her thoughts for a moment before she stood and made her way over to him. She leaned against the counter next to him while he continued his work on the food, ignoring her eyes like she was Medusa herself. Olivia was the first to shatter the tense, thick silence. "It… it sounds like you were just as drunk, Trevor," she said softly.

"Yeah but if you didn't want it-."

"You told me yourself if you knew I had a boyfriend you never would have touched me. Hell, we don't even like each other that much. I'm not even your type. You probably didn't want it either."

"Okay, but I chose to get drunk. You didn't choose to be drugged. And what do you mean not my type?"

Olivia shrugged and finally walked back over to him. "I've seen the girls you've dated and I've heard the stories. You like them thin, blonde, dressed in clothes that cost more than my rent… You like girls like Alex Cabot."

Trevor offered Olivia what she perceived to be a sad smile as he turned down the heat on the food. "I don't have a certain type."

"Oh please. Everyone says-"

"If everyone said the sky was yellow," he interrupted, "would that make it true just because everyone said it?"

Olivia shrugged as she grabbed two plates from her cupboard and placed them on her little kitchen island. "The difference is that I know for a fact the sky isn't yellow."

"Well whatever things you've heard about me are false. Yes, I dated Alex who meets all those criteria but we broke up after about a month."

"Alex told me," Olivia explained. "You said she was too similar to you."

"Exactly. There's no fun dating a carbon copy of yourself. But anyway, despite what the paralegals will have you believe, I've only been with 4 people, you included."

"Since you started working at the firm?"

"Since I was twenty one."

Trevor laughed out loud at Olivia's wide-eyed look. "How… how old are you again?" asked Olivia, shock evident in her voice.

"Forty five."

"Jesus," she muttered. "That's… a lot less than what I thought."

Trevor chuckled as he grabbed the two plates and scooped a serving of fish and vegetables onto her plate. "I was raised Catholic. Some of what I was taught stayed with me."

"Clearly, but you just… you seem so… cocky when it comes to women."

"Something my Uncle taught me," Trevor explained as he set the two plates down on her island and grabbed two forks. "I'm a lawyer. My clients need to feel I WILL win and I know it, no matter what it is in life. I mean when I defended you, you had confidence in me didn't you?"

Olivia shrugged and took a small forkful of fish into her mouth. "Yeah, but only because I'd seen you in court before."

"Most of my clients, hopefully, have never had to see me in court before. So they need to rely on other things about me."

"So you're saying the whole asshole womanizing thing you got going on is an act you put on for your clients?"

Trevor nodded. "Yeah. You'll get to find that out soon enough." He offered her a quick smile before he took a bite of his food.

Olivia chuckled softly and shook her head. "You're full of surprises aren't you?"

"You have no idea, Olivia."

She returned the smile before they returned back to their food. A comfortable silence encased the two of them for several long minutes as they sat at her tiny island eating the food Trevor had prepared. After a while Trevor looked up from his half finished plate of food and cleared his throat, gaining her attention. "So have you thought about what you're gonna tell the guys at work?"

Olivia's hand paused a half inch from her mouth. Slowly she lowered her fork back to her plate and cleared her throat as well. "I… I have no idea what I'm gonna tell them actually. I know I need to, and I will soon, but… I don't know. It's just a little embarrassing to have your entire work place know you're single and then all of a sudden you show up pregnant."

"Well I mean you're what, forty five?"

"Four," she corrected quickly.

"Whatever; but I mean it's not as if you're some immature sixteen year old. You're a grown woman."

Olivia nodded in agreement before she picked her fork back up. "True. Besides I can always tell them that Leo's the father."

Trevor who had just taken a bite of his fish, had to fight against spitting it back up. He wiped his mouth on his napkin and raised his brow at her. "Excuse me? You're gonna tell everyone your punk boyfriend who tried to rape you is the father of your child?"

Olivia looked at Trevor shocked at the idea she would consider anything else. Trevor's features filled with a sense of anger. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Are you kidding me right now? You're not gonna tell them I'm the father?"

Olivia narrowed her eyes like she was confused by the question. "Why would I do that?"

"Oh I don't know, perhaps because I am the father?" he snapped back harsher then he normally would.

The detective sighed and ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head as she did so. "It's bad enough I got pregnant period but to have everyone know I got pregnant by you? It'd ruin me. Not to mention it'll lead IAB to a lot of questions about my integrity, the BAR will be interested in talking to you about it… it's just easier for everyone if I lie."

"And what if I don't want to lie?"

"Then you'll just have to get over that want, won't you?" she suggested rather hotly.

Trevor glared at her and leaned back in his chair. "And what? I'm never supposed to tell anyone I have a child? And what'll the people in the department gonna think when they see us together or wondering why I'm at your house so often?"

"Oh trust me, that won't be an issue."

"And why's that?"

Olivia groaned and stood up from the island, knocking over her chair as she did so. "Because I don't want you apart of my life, Trevor! I don't even like you as a person much less as the father of my child!" She ignored the stinging pain in his pond green eyes. "Besides this whole discussion may be a moot point because I may not even keep the baby!"

"Oh and you think I'm a big fan of you?" he yelled back. He was done trying to play Mr. Nice Guy when she refused to take a turn. Trevor may have been a lot of things his church warned about, but one thing was for sure is that he would NOT abandon this child, HIS child… all because the mother was embarrassed or afraid of an investigation.

Trevor let out a quick cruel laugh. "You're a bitch, Olivia! Everybody knows it, only people are too afraid to say it to your face."

"Oh and you're not?" she barked.

"No, I'm not." Trevor stormed up to her, getting within an inch of her but she refused to back down, even though he was nine inches taller than her. "You're sad and lonely and miserable and people see that you do so much and have so little. But the worst part is, if you weren't such a raging bitch to everyone outside your squad and your victims, people would feel sorry for you instead of laugh about it behind your back."

He took another step closer, ignoring the blinding white-hot fury behind her eyes, glaring down at her. "That is my child. And I am going to make sure everyone knows it, including the people you work with."

"Go right the hell ahead, Langan," she snapped. "I will deny it every damn step of the way."

"You do that, Olivia. We'll see what happens."

"Guess we will," she shot back with equal venem.

Without another word Trevor took a step back and headed towards her doorway. Without so much as a look back, he opened the door, slammed it shut, and stormed out.

Elliot: Well that didn't take very long.

Olivia: For him to act like an ass?

Elliot: No for you to act like a bitch.

Olivia: Elliot!

Elliot: Just saying. Oh and please review. More to come later.