Another try at the interaction between Olivia and someone other than Elliot because I want to practice before I write about that relationship.

This is in no way a romance/shippy story, just about the horrible things that can happen between and to our friends when you don't pay attention. This will be my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic, and another is following shortly because I write two at a time.

Disclaimers: I own nothing, but I sure as hell wish I did.

"Liv. Olivia, I really need you to put down the gun." Munch was struggling to keep his voice even; it was hard enough to have to point his weapon at Olivia, let alone talk her down. "And I really need for you to shut the hell up, John. I don't need to be talked to like I don't know what the fuck is going on here."

Olivia moved slightly to her right and pointed with her free hand to the window that was about a foot to her left. "I know SWAT is right out that window, probably on the roof across the street, about 15 yards away. I know that you have a hearing device in your left, wait, no, your right ear. Cragen is in the room right here" she taps the wall directly to her right, "talking to you so calm and quickly, that all you want is for him to shut the hell up, so you can concentrate. I know this John. This has been my life, my whole fucking life, for the past decade! So don't try to talk me down, don't try and pretend like we're gonna walk out of here ok, and don't tell me to put my freaking gun down!" Olivia's voice was shaking, and her hand was closing around her gun tighter and tighter by the minute.

Obviously, Olivia was right about SWAT, but they had strict orders that if they got a shot, and had to take it, they had to take a shot that wouldn't be lethal. Cragen was in fact in the room next door, pacing back and forth past the other officers. He was muttering under his breath when he wasn't talking to Munch, and Fin was outside of the door where Olivia, Munch and an unidentified hostage, were. The other officers were waiting on Fin's signal, bullet-proof vests on and guns in hand. The situation had unfolded in an unexpected way.

Of all the people in the squad that could have lost it, Olivia was the last on everyone's list. Elliot had been at the top however, and it was somewhat ironic that he probably could have prevented his partner's meltdown if he hadn't gotten injured on the job last week. He was still at the hospital, and didn't know about the dangerous hostage situation Olivia had, unbelievably, initiated.

"Look, Olivia. You're right; everything you just said is true. This is your whole life, and right now, this situation can be managed in somehow. If you just put down your gun, and let this guy go, we can figure something out so that you don't have to go to jail. You haven't hurt anyone, but do you want to throw it all away? Because of whoever this," Munch gestured to the man Olivia had hit over the head, "guy is? Is he worth it Liv? Is he worth throwing everything you have made of your life?" Munch listened to his captain telling him that the hostage's name was Jake Campbell, age, 59.

Olivia started to shake slightly, and if John hadn't worked with her just this morning, he would say she was high or something. "You have no…right to be talking to me about my life choices. NO Right! You've worked with me for how long John? Hm? 10 years? That's a long ass time, but you don't know me. No one knows me! Don't tell me what is or isn't worth it." But the end of what she said, she was back to calm and collected Olivia.

"Jake needs to get medical attention Olivia." Munch watched as Olivia smirked and started laughing sarcastically. "Oh, bravo. Bravo team! Didn't take you long to figure out his name. Well, I only came across him a week ago. But Munch, to answer your question, this is worth it. Completely worth my badge; my life. If this is the end of everything, I'll be able to die knowing I caused a little bit of pain in his life. A fraction of what he did to me."

Olivia never took her eyes off Jake, his upper body propped up into sitting position in the chair next to her, and her gun pressed against his head.

Cragen was silent in his ear, and John suddenly understood a little better as to why Olivia had lost it and took this guy Jake hostage. "Liv…what did he do to you?" Again Olivia chuckled. "So… now the class wants a story? Now everyone wants me to share? Who noticed when I spiraled into my depression?" At John's widened eyes, she elaborated.

"Yes, yes… the strong, independent detective, who no one expected to crack under the pressure, did just that. Cragen doesn't want to see it, but I think deep down he's always waited for that phone call. The resignation letter on his desk. You saw it in me that day, all those years ago when you found out my family secret."

"But you're stronger than that Liv. I know it, Cragen, Elliot… what about your partner huh? You're just going to leave him like this? Without an explanation? If I were going to do something like this, I'd tell Fin. He's going to blame himself... you know that. You want that for him?" At his words, Olivia lowered her gun slightly, but only for a fraction of a second.

I actually already have the next 2 chapters written, and I will update them both at the same time, but I will hold back on the update until I get at least 10 reviews telling me what you think so far, guesses or suggestions on what you think should happen, and if I should update.

So please review, and if you do I will update soon!! I would hate to leave you at this point of the story...