Amanda looks at the woman sitting next to her in the driver's seat and shakes her head softly. Obviously this woman would rather be doing anything but sitting in a car with the younger woman for the next 20 hours.

She's not really sure what she did to the senior detective to make her despise her so much, but she figures it's because Olivia isn't too keen on change. Amanda heard that the older woman's partner had left without a word and she knows that it must be rough on someone. Being left is never easy.

"You think he'll show?" The blonde asks in a dry attempt to lighten the mood. Make their time together easier.

"I don't know." Is her only response. Olivia doesn't even look at her when she replies.

She takes that as the cue to stop speaking, stop attempting to make nice, and just keep an eye out for the perp that may not even make an appearance.

Amanda can't help but glance at the older woman every few moments, somehow trying to mentally will Olivia to lighten up, but all she's awarded with is a head of brunette locks turned in the other direction. She lets out an exasperated sigh and leans her head back against her seat. Her eyes slip closed. But only for a second, because not soon after, Olivia's snapping at her to keep her eyes on the surrounding area.

She looks at the other woman in disbelief, and has half a mind to snap back and tell her to lighten up, but she keeps her mouth shut. Olivia is a superior officer, and probably has more pull in the system.

She crosses her arms over her chest and focuses her eyes on the dark streets.

…

She rolls her neck in attempt to wake her brain up, but she can feel herself slowly fading. She needs to use the bathroom and get food and coffee, but the thought of letting Olivia know that she's gonna step out for those things exhausts her more. She's anticipating the negative reaction from the older woman.

Finally, her bladder wins over and she let's out a sigh. "Liv. I need to use the restroom and grab some food." She unbuckles her seatbelt, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She notices the unamused look on the other detective's face and she smiles sheepishly. "You want anything? My treat."

She sees Olivia's rough exterior soften, and the older woman mumbles a yes, thank you.

The younger woman nods as Olivia rattles off what she wants, and hurries out into the chilly night. There's a small convenience store down the street, so hopefully she won't be out in the frigid weather for too long.

Twenty minutes later, she's making her way back to the car with two hot coffees, two sub sandwiches and a couple of water bottles.

Olivia groans at the smell of fresh coffee and takes her cup, giving the blonde a tight smile.

The air feels less suffocating in the car now, the tension, although still thick, isn't nearly as bad.

She watches Olivia as the older woman sips her coffee, eyes closing for a second. She'll have to admit, the coffee isn't that great. She can still feel stress and irritation rolling off of her partner's shoulders, and she feels bad. People don't just choose to be stressed. She can tell that there's something gnawing at the brunette.

She takes a bite of her sandwich and sighs. It feels nice to put food in her stomach. They still have a grueling 17 hours in the car, and she hasn't eaten since that morning. It's now pushing past 9 PM.

She polishes off the sandwich in a few minutes, then stuffs the trash in the plastic bag she carried the food in. "That was much needed." She smiles, looking over at Olivia. She sees that the other woman hasn't even touch her sandwich, and she arches a brow. "Did I get the wrong one?" She asks, nodding at the food sitting on Olivia's lap.

The senior detective shakes her head, sipping her coffee some more. "It's fine."

"You sure? Because I-"

"Watch the streets, Rollins."

And just as quickly as it had went earlier, the tension comes back.

This is going to be a long night.

…

"Amanda."

Amanda's eyes snap open to see the older woman leaning over the console, eyes full of aggravation. "We agreed on times to sleep." She barks, leaning over the other woman's seat to pull the lever by Amanda's door. The blonde jumps when the backrest flies forward then locks in place. "Sit up so you don't fall asleep." Olivia mumbles.

Both women realize how close they are to each other and Olivia breaths in, sitting back quickly.

"Sorry," Amanda yawns, hoping to lessen the awkwardness by pretending not to notice what had just happened. "I need a redbull or somethin'. My eyes can't stay open."

Olivia grumbles and opens her door, a flood of cold air swooping into the warm car. "Cold'll wake you up." She smirks, not looking at the other woman. Amanda shivers but laughs, shaking her head. "I have to use the restroom," Olivia starts, "I'll get you redbull." She mutters, getting out of the car and closing the door quickly.

Amanda watches the taller woman stalk off, and she sighs. She wonders how anyone can do actual work while wound up so tight.

…

Now tired and cold, Amanda adjusts in her seat, wrapping her jacket tighter around her body. She hasn't attempted conversation in at least an hour, and it's bordering hour 5 that they've been in this car. There's still 15 left.

The silence, while nice for a few hours, starts to become unbearable after a while, and Amanda can hear her thoughts a little too loudly. She sometimes thinks she can even hear Olivia's. She leans forward and hits the FM button, unable to stand the silence any longer. A classic rock station comes on and she settles back into the seat, a content smile on her face.

Moments later, she hears the music go off. She looks over at Olivia, who is leaned across, fingers on the button.

"Music is a distraction." She snaps, eyes glaring challengingly into Amanda's.

"Jesus fuck, Olivia. What is your problem?" She finally breaks, body turning towards the other woman.

Olivia's eyes widen and it looks like she's about to reply, but Amanda cuts her off. The blonde is fuming. She's had it with the attitude and smart remarks and rude comments. "Like it or not, we're stuck here for the next 15 and so hours, and I'd prefer we get along somehow."

"If you have a problem here, Amanda-"

"I don't have any problems. It's you.. You're the one with a problem. Good attitude or bad attitude, we'll catch this guy when we catch him, and I'd much rather go with good attitude. So whatever we need to do to get you to relax, let's do it. I can't take this for the next 15 hours." She doesn't really know what she's saying, she just knows that they can't keep going on like this.

"Excuse me?"

It's now or never. "I can help you loosen up." She says quietly, eyes never breaking connection.

Olivia shifts in her seat ever so subtly, Amanda almost doesn't catch the other woman's thighs pressing together slightly. "Amanda.." Olivia bites, "I don't know what you're suggesting, but this feels highly inappropriate."

"What's inappropriate is how bitchy you've been." Amanda barks back. She feels a wave of guilt wash over her as Olivia retracts, and she knows now that she's not doing it on purpose. It really is just an unbearable amount of stress upon her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I just.. I can help you. It doesn't have to mean anything."

Olivia let's out an unamused chuckle, looking out the windshield. In the faint street light, Amanda can see a blush staining the older woman's cheeks.

"I'm not… attracted to women, Amanda." Olivia mutters shyly. It's unconvincing and almost meek, but it's an attempt.

"That doesn't matter. We tell people all the time that.. that an orgasm is just a bodily reaction to sexual stimulation. That's all it has to be. Me, giving you-"

"I know that." Olivia says quickly. Amanda watches the brunette's fists clench in her lap. "I don't know if I can get.. Aroused.. With a woman."

Amanda shrugs, scooting closer, her hand coming out to graze the top of the older woman's thigh. "We won't know if we don't try, Olivia." Olivia rolls her shoulders and blows out a shaky breath through pursed lips. Finally, she shakes her head.

"Fine."

Amanda's eyebrows shoot up but she doesn't say anything. She leans forward more, and Olivia's head turns towards the younger woman. She feels a hand press against her lips, "Don't kiss me." Olivia mutters, her other hand undoing her belt and unsnapping her button. "This is just a one time thing." She nods, almost as if to reassure herself and not Amanda.

"Right." Amanda whispers, helping Olivia wiggle her slacks and panties down to her knees. Her breath hitches when she sees the trimmed patch of dark curls. Her hand goes back to the other woman's thigh, and she presses her palm to the warm flesh, garnering a gasp from the brunette. Olivia reclines the chair back a little and frees one of her legs from her pants so she can raise it.

Amanda scoots as close as she can with the console in between them. Her fingers move up, making the first contact with the older woman's sodden flesh. Olivia inhales at the light touch and turns her head away from Amanda. The blonde looks out the window briefly, making sure they're the only ones out this late, then turns back to the other woman. She bites her lip as she pushes two fingers inside of Olivia, earning a whimper from her partner.

The brunette is is impossibly wet. Like she's been like this for hours.. or days..

"You seem pretty aroused to me, Detective," Amanda whispers, pulling her fingers out before pushing them back in, a little bit more roughly.

Olivia's back arches and she let's a desperate moan leave her pouty lips. Amanda can't help the satisfied smile that crosses her face as she thrusts in and out of the detective. She won't lie to herself, she's thought about doing this to the older woman many times. She watches Olivia's face as it contorts in different phases of pleasure as she keeps a steady pace between her legs.

She adds another finger slowly, and Olivia's eyes fly open, as does her mouth, a silent moan ripping from her lips.

She feels the other woman's hand join hers, tanned fingers rubbing her own clit as Amanda pushes in and out.

"Oh, god." Olivia moans, head turning towards the blonde now. Amanda can feel the older woman's composure slipping, her hips thrusting up with each movement of both of their hands. She sees something snap in dark brown eyes, and in seconds, her head is being tugged down, their lips connecting in a frantic, sloppy kiss.

"Yes… yes.." Olivia whimpers frantically against Amanda's lips, their tongues pushing and winding together.

The younger detective pulls back, eyes gazing deeply into Olivia's as she picks up speed. The street light casts a perfect golden glow on the older woman's caramel skin, and in the faint lighting, she can see brown eyes dilating, expanding, giving the other woman a darker, more predatory gaze.

Her walls grip Amanda's fingers tightly when she comes, completely halting the in-and-out movements. Her fingers wind in blonde hair and tighten, pulling the other woman's head down and into a searing kiss. Her legs clamp shut, keeping Amanda's hand planted firmly inside of her.

They're quiet for a moment, taking what had just happened in and basking in the silent afterglow.

"How do you feel now?" Amanda asks quietly, eyeing the older woman's lips cautiously.

Olivia smiles shyly, letting her legs fall back apart slightly, allowing Amanda to pull her hand away. "...Relaxed.." She whispers, a twinkle in her dark eyes.