Well basically this story is about Olivia having a bad day, and things escalating from there...a lot.

The story is not finished, and I don't know if it will ever be finished with my never ending ideas for it. So I want reviews if I get reviews then you'll get chapters hopefully better ones. smiles Anyway here goes nothing.

Pairings: Not till way later in the chapters. And its definetly gonna be EO, unless I get some kind of epiphany and make it someone else like...well you'll see. :)

Italicized words mean that olivia is thinking.

Chain of Events

Ch.1 Day 1

September 3, 2004 7:00 am

'BEEP,BEEP,BEEP' The alarm clock sounded. Not wanting to get up, she edged her fingers over the radios' buttons to find the snooze button. Ten minutes and I will be good, just ten short minutes. Besides as much as I do for the SVU unit, they owe me one. Hitting the key, She welcomed the silence. Wondering if she should call in sick, she just nodded off to her deep slumber. Forty five minutes later she woke up from what seemed to be a horrific, reoccuring nightmare. Reading the time, she made out the number 7:00 am.

Great know I am just going to get yelled at for a good while by non other than Cragen. Although in all fairness, she should get a raise if anything else. As it is Olivia got frequent headaches after most cases. Maybe I should take a couple of weeks off. Cragen would be shocked, Elliot estatic. Estatic because he knew I needed it not that I would be leaving, I hope. In fact her leaving would force Elliot to work with either Munch or Fin. He would rather have Fin, I already know. Everyone loved Munch's good humor but his paroniod, fafetched government theories would drive people nuts. Only about a minute longer Liv laid there. Sitting up straight, she slid her feet to her apartments' cold hardwood floors. I should really carpet this room at least. Finally standing up her eyes were still glazed, judgement still masked. I don't even remember what time I went to bed last night, or this morning.

Gathering her pants and snearkers, not thinking of what she was wearing, bolted out of her apartment door with her car keys. Olivia left the building leaving her apartment unlocked. Falling into her kind of old Toyota Camry, the engine throttled up and she drove to work.

Being overly exhausted from a previous SVU case that touched close to home, she came close to smashing into numerous cars. Of course being a cop, Olivia wouldn't have left her apartment open. Especially in Manhattan, New York, but right now that was the farthest thing on her mind. All she wanted to do was go in to work, not get shot, come home and sleep.

Finally she did hit one car. Leaving a pretty ugly dent in some guy's car. Ah, shit, I don't have the money to pay for this...I bet this guy is gonna give me a lot of trouble. Both drivers parked there car and Olivia stepped out of the car with her insurance papers and other stuff. Slamming the door closed a tall muscular man stepped down from his truck. Figures that guy would have a truck. He musk get girls like all the time. Maybe he is rich and won't mind paying for the minimal damage to his truck. That would be like so freakin' awesome. And that would just make my day.

Hey are you alright?" the mystery guy asked.

"Yeah sure, thanks. But I think your trucks' rear end has seen better days. But, you probably have somewhere more important to be." Olivia Benson replied. Great, that is just wonderful! He wears a suit. That must mean he has money. Finally something is going right. And his caloane is not cheap smelling. But then again, Elliot wears a suit to work. Whatever.

"Ha, your a women of humor I see. I am Brian Kent. Maybe we should talk about how we can work this out over...a cup of coffee or dinner maybe?" Brian said. Know what Olivia would say.

This guy is a real lady's man, I bet. But I haven't been on a decent date for so long, and this isn't a date its...Hell I don't know what it is. All I know is its free dinner with a guy not from my unit.

"Well I do my best. I am Olivia Benson. Nice name Brian, and nice...suit. Dinner would be great how about tomorrow night at about 8 pm?" she finished.

"Yeah sure well, I need some contact info you know?" He said trying to sound as friendly as possibly with his deep exotic voice.

"Of course, but now come to think of it, tomorrow night won't work how about the following night, on thursday?"she asked hopefully still getting dinner with a really awesome guy.

"No problem, actually that would work out better for me." Brian finished.

Oh my freakin God! This guy is so perfect, I hate the day when I find out why he's so great. There must be some flaw. But screw the flaw. I wonder where this guy, Brian, is from. I will find out in um..thursday.

"Ready to take down my number?" Olivia finished as Brian scrambled to get a piece of paper or address book out. She liked that he was organized as well. He nodded and she called out her digits.

"Ok. 724-9839. My cell is 253-4989..oh crap I have to run. I am already late to work. But I will talk to you soon I guess." Olivia said running back to her car. Brain did the same and they left the parking area, Olivia got to work at 7:50 pm. now two hours and 50 minutes late.

A little later that day

7:52 am

Station house.

Throwing her coat on her desk chair she managed to see Elliot bringing his trademark two mugs of coffee.Finally she arrived at work forgetting her make up as well. She knew she looked better without make up but she insisted on wearing it as akind of 'safeguard'. Olivia foolishly believed that no one would want to attack some one who contained little or no ounce of sex appeal at all. Come to think of it that's probably why Brian Kent decided to talk to me. Oh yeah, I still got game.

And here Elliot comes with whatever wise crack he is bound to have. Then he would laugh like it was so funny. Ok so it usually was but whatever I didn't really care. Cause it would be worth it to see Elliot's face fall into a smile. With his brilliant blue eyes, you could just swim forever in them. But when he was angered at some criminal they would turn into 'eyes of steel'. Piercing through the perp. unforgiving. Elliot is like a chameleon, the moment he steps out of that interrogation room, he changes right back to the Elliot we all are so accustomed to. Olivia was always glad at those two things that kept her apart from Elliot. (1) he is her partner and (2) he is married. Number two is a major one. The way Elliot cared for his family was so amazing and remarkable. So respectable.

She was so disgusted at how her day was going, she couldn't even say much to her partner. He could read her mind so well it seemed. Coffee always worked wonders for her, like most. But not today. Olivia would need a miracle to wake up completly.

"Thanks El, I needed this." She said drinking the cup of steaming coffee before putting her head on top of her keyboard.

"Good morning Olivia, and its so nice of you to join the land of the living." her partner joked.

"Ugh...Morning Elliot." Olivia managed to squeeze out. She was still exuasted, hardly sleeping at all last night.This job was really taking its toll, if not physically then definetly mentally. Maybe talking to the shrink wouldn't be so bad after all. How many years have I been here? Six...six long years. And look at Elliot always worried about something, someone, but never himself. What a great guy. Anyways, better stop sitting here like this just...reflecting, and say something.

Olivia lifted her head to speak but before she could do this Elliot talked. Crap, too late. Here we go again.

"Is there something I should know? Did something happen to you on your way to work?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Pointing down Elliot made clear what problems she made with her clothes. Also noticing she wore no make up. She was only wearing a tiny black cami.

"Oh, shit!. What's next?" Olivia practically yelled. The only thing that had gone half way right was meeting Brian. And she wasn't sure if she would live to regret it or be completly thrilled about it.

"You want me to go get a shirt for you?" Elliot said trying hard not to laugh at his ailing partner.He knew why she wore what she did to work, and if there was ever to be a sign that she needed sleep, then this was it.

"No thanks, I have a shirt in my locker.." Cragen opened the door to his office and called them in.

"Liv, Elliot! Come in here!" sounding in his usual almost mad attitude.

Catching a quick glance at each other, Stabler and Benson entered Capt. Cragen's office.

"Okay guys we have a new case, unfortunately, there are five victims. They were all attacked at the same time. Now either we are looking for five suspects or one that somehow managed to kidnap them all at once." Cragen finishes handing two evidence bags to the SVU detectives. By now Olivia grabbed a jacket and no one noticed anything.

Looking through the bag there was a glave with a drop of blood on the tip of the thumb, three pencils and a bottle of vodka that was partially broken. This showed them that the suspect(s) were most likely drunk and sloppy. And sloppy meant this was one of their first attacks.

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