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Conflict of Interest

Part 03

The apartment was too big and too quiet – as usual.

Trevor Langan – big shot defense attorney – hated being alone in this place. It had been quiet and lonely for about two years now. That was probably why he tried to limit his time in this apartment; he spent a lot of time at work and after work, he'd go to the gym or go out to eat. On occasion, he would go over to his brother's house in Jersey and stay there until late in the night, just to limit the time he spent in this huge, quiet apartment.

He sighed to himself as he lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The television was on but he wasn't listening; it was there for company really, bit of noise to not make things seem so quiet and weird. He thought back to how much life had changed for him in the past couple years.

His career continued to go from strength to strength. As much has he hated defending those low life scum bags that the Manhattan Special Victims Unit seemed to catch, that was where the money seemed to be. He did enjoy being a lawyer; he loved arguing in court and trying to one up whoever was on the prosecution – that was fun. He had made more money than he knew what to do with in one lifetime, he had a family that supported his career, he had good friends. He could travel the world, eat at the nicest places, buy the most expensive clothing – anything.

But, none of it really mattered when he had no one to share this beautiful thing called life with. He had been all by himself for the last couple years, struggling to pick up the pieces left by a devastating blow to his personal life. He hadn't known how he would go on, but slowly and surely, he was learning to move on and to open himself up again.

And he was also starting to notice how beautiful the brunette Lieutenant within the Special Victims Unit was.

He had known her for many years now. Olivia Benson – the badass to the perps, yet the heart and voice for the victims, and the queen of ever-changing hair. He had to admit, only she could pull off any hairstyle and look extremely beautiful; he had noticed that years ago when he first met her while she still had a pixie haircut. They hadn't ever really been too close; he always swooped in to defend whatever piece of shit that had been picked up by her and her now former partner. He had even swooped in and defended her when she was wrongfully accused of murdering someone, and they seemed to reach a common ground when he represented Noah and helped her with adopting him. Even last year when Shelia Porter had come out of nowhere and swooped in to try and vacate the adoption, he swooped in to keep her and Noah covered and to keep them together. She had stopped scowling at him so much and had even started to give him smiles.

That was, until he started popping in to defend the pieces of shit that she and her squad still picked up.

Despite their differences, he had always admired her work and always thought that she was an incredibly strong woman with a good head on her shoulders. She was all heart and soul, hidden behind tight pants and fitted blouses and heels and glossy brunette locks. He noticed that her brown eyes sparkled like the light of a thousand candles, and she had a smile that could light up a room – one he had seen from a distance when she had been smiling at Fin one day after court, yet one that still lit up his heart in a way he had never imagined. Recently she was scowling or narrowing her gaze at him, and he knew she saw him as the enemy again but he wanted to prove her wrong. He wanted to show her that what she saw in court was not at all what was seen outside of a court room. He wondered if he had showed her that tonight, when he stopped David Haden from bothering her and when he walked her back to the precinct. He just wanted to show her that he was different, but he supposed that should start with actually asking her out – maybe?

He sighed to himself and rolled over onto his front, curling his arms under his pillow. Maybe one day he would work up the nerve to ask her to dinner or something.

But for now, all he could do was talk to her whenever he saw her, and dream about her on the nights when he wished and hoped that she was right there beside him.

The next day brought sunshine and blue skies, a far cry from the previous day that had been plagued with clouds, rain, and cold temperatures. Trevor was up at his normal time, and he went about his normal routine; a nice shower, shaving, brushing his teeth, before he finally then was dressing in the crispest black suit with a white shirt and grey tie. After slipping on his shoes and packing up his briefcase with everything he needed for the day, he finally left and headed into the downtown portion of the city where his law offices were.

The day passed rather smoothly; he went about answering calls in the morning in regard to upcoming cases, and he worked on some paperwork. He ventured out every now and then to hit some of the precincts and speak with some clients that needed defending, but for the most part, the day was smooth. He found himself thinking about Olivia as the day rolled on and he wondered how she was doing. She looked tired the night before and he just wondered if they had managed to close their case yet as he wanted her to get home and get some rest.

It was around noon when he was in the break room with his law partner, Clark Henshall, and another colleague, Dave, when another one of their law colleagues, Sarah, came bursting into the room with; "Did you guys hear about the shooting at the Lake Hudson Apartments?"

The three men shook their heads their heads as they paused from eating their lunch. She came in and grabbed the remote, thus bringing the flat screen television to life; "Manhattan SVU had been looking for a missing boy, and they seemed to have found him maybe, but something happened and there was a shootout – one of the squad members was injured."

"Damn, that's wild." Clark remarked.

Trevor was silent. The color had drained from his face and fear had settled in the pit of his stomach. Olivia was the commanding officer of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. Olivia was part of this unit that had been looking for this missing boy. Olivia was the only CO he knew that would never sit behind her desk all day.

Which meant that Olivia had been involved in the shooting.

"Do they know who was injured?" Dave asked. Sarah shook her head as they continued looking at the news. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a bulletin came in.

"And we have just learned that the police officer injured in the shooting was Lieutenant Olivia Benson, commanding officer of the Manhattan Special Victims Unit…"

An image of Olivia flashed across the screen. It was an image of her in her dress shirt and tie, with her badge and decorations clipped to her chest. Some of her glossy brunette locks were clipped back from her face while the other flowed down her back and spilled over her shoulders, and she had the most adorable smile on her face while her eyes sparkled.

He wasn't even sure he heard much else other. He grabbed his things and rushed out of the room, leaving his colleagues to wonder what was up with him. He couldn't explain things to them now; he just wanted to get to the hospital and see that Olivia was alright.

She would probably hurl an insult once she saw him. She would probably be confused as to why he was even there. Hell, her whole squad would probably be confused.

But he needed to see her.

The ride to Mercy was quick – perhaps because Trevor seemed to break a few speed laws as he sped down the street to the famed New York hospital. He rushed inside and looked around, before running towards the waiting area when he spotted the familiar sergeant and detectives hanging around in the empty waiting room.

"Sergeant Tutuola," he caught the attention of the man as well as the two detectives whom were dotted around in their NYPD emblazoned jackets; "I um…I heard about the shooting, wanted to see how Lieutenant Benson was doing."

He felt his ears burning at the confused expressions that had come from Fin, but the seasoned officer answered him regardless of whatever he was thinking "She's being checked out by doctors now but we're hanging back until we can see her; doctor said it looks fine and like nothing too serious but they just needed to do a few x-rays and all that just to be sure."

Trevor nodded, before sitting down on one of the chairs. He busied himself by looking at his phone, but he didn't miss the look of confusion that was shared between the three squad members. He knew he really had no place here because according to this unit, he was definitely the enemy, but he just couldn't not leave. He needed to know how Olivia was doing. He needed to know that she was okay.

"Fin, where's Liv?!"

He knew that voice. Oh shit.

He looked up just as Elliot Stabler rushed in, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt with a badge around his neck from the NYPD academy, where he was an instructor. He watched the scene before him, and for a moment, was grateful that Elliot hadn't noticed him yet.

"Man, you need to calm down."

"I need you to tell me where my best friend is," Elliot burst out, "Kathy text to tell me about the shooting, then you text to tell me but told me not to worry. Where is Olivia?"

"Okay, calm down," Fin stood up and pushed him to sit down, "Listen, Liv took a couple bullets but her vest caught them, it's just a case of checking to make sure she wasn't hit hard enough for any internal injuries; relax."

"Dammit man." Elliot ran his hand down his face, before looking up properly. He gave a head nod to Amanda and Carisi, but he froze when he caught sight of Trevor, whom was sitting there playing with his phone. Trevor gave him a small wave and head nod, but Elliot had narrowed his gaze at him and was clearly wondering what was going on.

"Langan, what the hell are you doing here?".

"He came to check on Liv, can you believe it?" Fin remarked, shooting Trevor a look before looking back at Elliot. Elliot looked over at Fin before looking back at Trevor again. Trevor could practically see the wheels turning in Elliot's head as he stared at him with a skeptical look on his face. The blue eyed man said nothing, however, and instead muttered something unintelligible under his breath before looking at the ground again, waiting for any news.

They had all probably been there for about an hour when finally, the doctor came around the corner; "Who's here for Olivia Benson?"

Everyone stood up, including Trevor. The tall man felt out of place standing up for her, but remained standing anyway as he and the others listened to the doctor explain what was going on. The doctor explained that Olivia was fine for the most part other than a minor rib fracture, another bruised rib and a small bruise on her torso. They all breathed a sigh of relief, even Trevor, and they were even more relieved when the doctor told them that they could go visit her. Elliot immediately jumped to visit her, as did Fin.

Trevor wasn't surprised. Those two and Olivia had always been like a golden trio of the SVU, and her and Elliot alone, they were an unbelievable pair. He would hang back; he'd go see her after the others had seen her.

Carisi shooed both Elliot and Fin away before sitting back in his seat. After shooting a final glance at Trevor, he flicked his gaze back to the ground again.

Meanwhile, in the bright white room, Olivia Benson was sitting on the side of the bed, buttoning her blouse back up while thinking to herself.

Damn near thirty years on the force and this was the first time she had ever been shot. Of course, it was all in the name of saving a child, but something about being shot shook her up. She was lucky to only have minor injuries, but she knew that had her vest not been on, it could have been a lot worse. Hell, she might have been carried out in a body bag had she not had that vest on.

'A couple more centimeters and you'd be buying a pine box.'

She shuddered at the last time she had come so close to death; the result of a slash to the neck from that sadistic freak Gitano. Still, that didn't freak her out like being shot had been. She could have so easily been hurt worse, and then Noah wouldn't have her anymore, and…

She felt sick. She picked up the cup of water that the nurse had brought in and took a couple small sips to calm her nerves.

The door burst open and she flicked her gaze to the two figures that had walked in; Fin and Elliot. She was confused as to why Elliot was there, but she barely had time to get her question out when he rushed over and engulfed her in a huge hug. She groaned at the contact as she was still in pain, but she squeezed him slightly before pulling away so that Fin could hug her too.

"I'm fine." She immediately told them both.

"Rib fracture and bad bruising is not fine, Liv," Fin sat down beside her on the bed while Elliot took the chair at her bedside, "Damn girl, you sure know how to scare us."

"Oh my God," Olivia rolled her eyes before looking over at Elliot, who was staring intently at her; "And why are you here? Go back to work; I'm fine."

"I get texts saying that my best friend is shot; you know damn well I'm not staying at work," he told her before continuing, "I'm just glad you're alive, partner; but what the hell? Damn near thirty years on the force and now you're getting shot, what the hell Benson?"

"Shit happens, but I'm totally fine – I just need to take it easy." She assured him. She then looked between them both and have them reassuring smiles before repeating yet again; "I am fine."

"You drive us insane, woman." Fin groaned. Olivia gave them an adorable smile, before looking between them both. She could see that they wanted to say something else, and for a moment, she was worried that the doctor had told them something that he didn't tell her.

"Guys, what is it?" she asked, looking between them both.

The two men exchanged a glance, before Fin spoke up; "So…Langan is in the waiting room, waiting to see you."

Olivia's brow furrowed in confusion and she sighed, wincing slightly as she replied; "For what?"

"Apparently wants to check on you." Elliot replied.

"Again, I ask – for what?" she rolled her eyes, "He's really starting to weird me out."

"What do you mean, baby girl?" Fin wondered.

Olivia paused to take a sip of water before explaining;

"I mean…okay so yesterday morning when I stopped to get the coffees, he was there and he talked to me, like tried to have an actual conversation. And then last night when I went to the bodega to get our snacks and stuff, David Haden tried to ask me out and I kept turning him down, and suddenly Trevor appears again and basically tells him to back off. He even walked me back to the precinct until I told him I had it and was fine." She shrugged, rolling her eyes as she looked between them both; "He's just…I don't know; it's weird."

There was silence for a moment, then Fin smirked; "Sounds like a crush if you ask me, and perhaps he think since he helped you with Noah, he can make a move."

"I told her the other night that I thought he had a thing for her," Elliot grunted before looking over at Olivia; "Seriously though, say the word and I'll knock him out."

"Calm down," she playfully glared at him before rolling her eyes and flopping back against the blankets; "I doubt Langan has a crush or something on me. Maybe he heard and just wanted to check in, though really he could have just called."

"You want us to throw his ass out of here?" Fin asked.

"You know we'll do it." Elliot added.

Olivia laughed a bit though groaned when she felt the pain in her rib area; "No…it's fine. He can come in after Amanda and Carisi do."

"Make him sweat." Elliot smirked, earning a laugh from them all yet again.

Fin stayed for a bit for a little bit before leaving, and he hugged her and told her he'd call her to check on her later on. After he left, Amanda and Carisi joined Elliot in the room as they wanted to make sure their boss was alright and to tell her that half the department was looking for the guy who snatched the little boy they'd rescued, then they headed out as well. As she and Elliot continued to talk after the two detectives had gone, a doctor came in and told Olivia that she was free to go home as everything had come back normal and fine, but that she was told to take the following day off and the weekend, and that while she was free to return to work on Monday, she needed to take it easy. She thought about arguing but decided against it. It was too painful to even move around too much so she definitely would take a day off and some desk duty.

Shortly after the doctor left, Elliot stood up to tell her he was going to pull his car around so that he could take her home. She nodded and thanked him as he left the room, then she slowly reached down and grabbed her boots to pull on. She heard the door open and she looked up, her eyes widening at the sight.

In the doorway stood the tall defense attorney, Trevor Langan.

There was concern etched across his features, and Olivia couldn't stop herself from giving him a raised eyebrow; "I heard you've been out there waiting to see me. Why?"

"I just…I heard on the news that you were shot, and I wanted to see if you were okay," Trevor stammered slightly as he came around and sat on the chair beside her bed; "How are you feeling – considering…?"

"I feel like I've been hit with a baseball bat or something," she rolled her eyes before continuing; "I'm fine really, Trevor, and I do appreciate your concern, but you don't have to stay; I know you have work to do, you've practically missed half the day waiting to see me anyway, so go back to work."

"It's fine, it was a slow day anyway," he immediately held his hand up before continuing; "Do you need any help with anything?"

Olivia was confused by his behavior, but she tried not to let it show; "No…I'm fine. I can move, I just need to take it easy."

"How long are you out of commission?" He asked.

"I'm off tomorrow and the weekend, free to return on Monday but I'm on desk duty," she rolled her eyes before looking towards the door as it opened; "Hey…got the car and stuff?"

Elliot Stabler nodded his head as he made his way over with a pink duffel bag in his hand; "Yeah, closest spot to the door." He then looked over at Trevor and gave a short nod; "You harassing my partner?"

Trevor let out a small laugh as he shook his head; "Never that." He then stood up before looking back at Olivia again; "Um…I'm glad you're alright."

"I am too," she paused for a second then spoke again; "Thank you again for coming by to check on me, that was really nice of you."

Trevor gave her a smile and bid both her and Elliot farewell before leaving. He sighed to himself as he made his way out to his car, and he rest his head against the steering wheel once he had slipped into the driver's seat.

He was just so fucking thankful that she was okay.

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