A/N: A little something different. This is a two shot, possibly three. Let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
Amanda Rollins stared at her phone almost willing it to ring. She had been pacing her apartment all afternoon and the longer the evening went on the more nervous she became. She was waiting on a call from Olivia, and this phone call would change her life forever. She and Olivia had been dating for about a month; actually she wouldn't call it dating as much as she would call it courting. She chuckled to herself at the thought but she was southern and she wanted to take things slow. The only problem was Olivia was also seeing someone else. Amanda knew Olivia was seeing a man and he also knew about Amanda. Most people wouldn't be okay with the situation but Amanda was, her goal was Olivia and if it meant allowing Olivia to decide who was right for her then she was willing to allow the detective time to make her decision.
She reached over from her place on the couch when her phone buzzed but it was only a text from her sister Kim. Olivia was supposed to let them know by that night which one it would be, and the longer the evening went on the more Amanda was beginning to think that she was about to lose the best thing to ever happen to her. While she had promised Olivia all the time and space she needed to make her decision Amanda couldn't wait any longer. She left her apartment, climbed in her truck and headed toward Olivia's. She chickened out as she pulled up to the brunette's building and drove by. She circled the block using the time to get it together. As she was driving up to the building again she noticed Eric, the man Olivia was also seeing, walk around his Mercedes and open the door for Olivia to step out. Amanda pulled over and watched as the couple walked up to the door, stopped and hugged one another. She felt her heart break as they lingered in their embrace. The only thought that went through her mind was 'That's my girl.' She couldn't take watching them any longer and drove off. She cursed herself on the drive home for allowing herself to become so attached. Olivia had quickly become her whole world and now her world was falling apart.
She barely made it home before breaking down. She changed into sweats and collapsed on her bed in tears. Olivia had made her choice and it wasn't her. She lay there thinking over the time she and Olivia had spent together in the last month. She couldn't help but smile when she remembered how Olivia had admitted she had never been with a woman and would need time to figure out her feelings. Amanda had promised to support her but to give her time. They would go to dinner, the movies and had even gone for a run together a couple times. To most people that wouldn't be the way to win a person's heart but to Amanda it was perfect. It didn't matter what they were doing as long as she was getting to spend time alone with the brunette she was happy. She had even gone as far as to send her flowers a couple times. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of the last time she sent her flowers just a few days prior.
Amanda was standing at the counter making a cup of coffee when she was aware of someone approaching her. She glanced up to see Olivia standing next to her "Mornin' Liv."
"Good morning." Olivia replied as she made her own cup.
Amanda silently wondered if Olivia liked the flowers she had sent her but she wasn't about to ask. She was southern after all and had been raised with manners; you didn't ask someone for a compliment or a thank you. The last time she had sent flowers she had received a thank you text but this time nothing. Amanda knew she had received them because she asked the florist for conformation once they were delivered. She was wondering if maybe she had pushed too much or too fast. She was about to turn and walk back to her desk when she felt a soft, warm hand being placed over hers. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked down to see Olivia take her hand and squeeze it. She looked up into the brown eyes she was quickly finding she could get lost in.
"Thank you for the flowers, they're beautiful." Olivia said in a whisper to keep anyone else in the room from hearing.
Amanda was surprised when she heard herself speak "Just like you Olivia." She froze, afraid she may have went too far especially considering they were at work. She looked in Olivia's eyes and noticed something was there she just couldn't put her finger on it. She relaxed a little when Olivia squeezed her hand one more time and smiled before walking away.
Amanda was brought from her memory when she heard her phone ring, it was Olivia. She desperately wanted to her the older woman's voice but couldn't bring herself to answer the phone. She stared at the screen until it went to voicemail. She waited a few minutes before playing the message. "Hey Amanda it's me. I was hoping we could talk. Um call me back." Amanda dropped the phone next to her and wiped the tears that had begun again at the sound of the brunette's voice. She knew what Olivia was going to say she'd heard it before; you're a good person but it just won't work. She lay there thinking what she had done so wrong that Eric had done so right. She suddenly had the urge to go to Olivia's apartment and confront them both, to fight for the older woman but she knew she couldn't do that. She ran her hands over her face as she thought about his Mercedes sitting in front of Olivia's building instead of her vehicle. Well there was one thing, he has more. Eric drives a Mercedes and she drives an old Ford pickup, he could give Olivia so much more than she could. She knew Olivia wasn't the type of person to choose people based on what they had but Amanda did admit that the brunette only deserved the best. As much as she hated to admit it if Olivia was happy then Amanda would be happy for her. Even if it wasn't with her she just wanted Olivia to be happy.
Amanda slowly opened her eyes unsure of what had woken her. She looked at her phone and noticed several missed calls, texts and voicemails all from Olivia. She sighed as she debated whether or not to listen when she heard the knock at the door. She looked at the time, it was almost eleven. She couldn't imagine who was at her door this time of night. She didn't have any missed calls from Fin so it couldn't be a case. "I'm comin', I'm comin'." She called out as she walked through the apartment. She looked through the peephole and felt her breath catch. She opened the door "Olivia."