Chapter 2
Rafael Barba Pov
Today I was working late on a new case we had. A teenage girl was raped by her own teacher. We found out that he's been doing it for awhile. It made me sick that someone could do that to a teenage girl. I'm glad we put that sick son of a bitch behind bars. I was about to get him the max twenty-five to life.
I was sitting at my desk putting away the file. I had about five more files I had to look through. I sighed deeply craning my neck to look at the time. It's already one o'clock and I was desperate for a drink. I grabbed the stack of files putting them into my briefcase.
'I'll work on these later,' I thought as I grabbed my jacket heading out of my office.
I was able to get a cab without throwing my arm around like a crazy person. Once I was in the cab the driver asked me where I was going and without hesitation, I told him to take me to the same bar where Olivia was that last time.
I was secretly hoping I would bump into her there again.
'God, what am I thinking? She's just a person I work with. I have no feelings whatsoever towards Olivia Benson,' I thought as I looked out the window. I was starting to doubt everything now.
'Do I have feeling towards her?' I was in a daze.
I didn't realize we were already in front of the bar. I quickly got out of the taxi, paying the driver.
I stood outside for awhile just looking at the outside of the bar trying to convince myself to just walk in. What if she's there again how will I deal with being so close to her again?
'Why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be nervous,' I thought, and before I realized it my feet were already moving toward the entrance of the bar.
Once I opened the door there was no going back. I scanned the room holding my breath. My eyes landed on the person I really hoped not to bump into. Olivia. She was sitting at the same seat with a drink in hand.
'It's now or never,' I thought as I started to walk towards her.
I tried convincing myself to just turn around and walk out, but something told me I should just go on ahead.
"Benson,' I said greeting her as I placed my hand on her shoulder.
I swear my hand felt tingly. She quickly whipped her head towards me smiling wildly.
"Barba! Hi! It's nice to see you," I was shock by how she replied. It made me feel giddy.
'God, what is this woman doing to me?'
"How long have you been here?" I asked curiously as I sat on the stool next to her.
"Since the hearing," she said a little bit slurred.
"That was hours ago! How much have you drank?" I asked, concerned. Goodness, how bad did this case hit her?
"I don't know. Stop being a buzz kill. Come on have a drink with me Rafael."
I could smell the booze on her, but that soon faded when I noticed she said my first name.
'Man, I loved how my name rolled off her tongue.'
'Not this again. Here I go again thinking about her,' I mentally slapped myself, 'maybe I should have a drink.'
'No. Probably a bad idea,' I quickly decide.
"No, I'm good. How about we get you home Olivia?" I said as I tugged at her arm.
"Awe why Rafael?" She asked with a pouty face.
'Jesus, she was so cute.'
"Come on Olivia," I got a hold of her arm getting her out of her seat.
She tried to walk but she fell over onto my chest. I quickly wrapped my arm around her waist not even thinking. She was so close to me. I let go, helping her to stand steady as she tried put on her coat. I could see her struggling to put on her coat. I swear it was like watching Bambi walk for the first time.
"Here let me," I said as I got a hold of her coat helping her with it.
"Thank you," she muttered under her breath.
"Okay, let's get you home," I put my arm around her for support as we both walked out of the bar.
She stumbled a bit as we walked to the curb to hail a cab. She was so close. This is what I feared the most, being so close to her like this. I looked at her face. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink. She really looked amazing.
"I'm sleepy," she said yawning placing her head on my shoulder. I became tense. I was more surprised then shocked, but I soon relaxed, placing my hand onto her head. As soon as we were getting close a cab pulled over.
"Come on Olivia let's get you into the cab," I grabbed her waist opening the door. Trying my best to place her gently into the cab. Once she was in, I quickly closed the door jogging over the other side.
"Rafael?" I looked over at Olivia who was looking at me. Our eyes meeting.
"Yes Olivia?" I asked
"I think I had too much to drink," she said her eyes becoming drowsy.
I have her a small smile.
"Yeah, you did. Don't worry you're almost home," I said looking out the car window, then looking over towards her again.
I needed to break our eye contact.
"To....tir-" before she could finish her sentence, she passed out on my shoulder. Panic rushed over me.
What do I do now?!
"Benson wake up," I said, shaking her shoulder a bit. She wouldn't budge.
"Shit," I said under my breath, sighing deeply.
"Is everything alright back there?" The taxi driver asked.
"Um yeah. Could you actually drop us off at my place?" I asked giving him my address.
I swear it's just my luck. The drive to my place wasn't long, but it felt like forever. I didn't want it to end because I liked the feeling of having Olivia so close, but I knew her safety was more important.
I looked over at Olivia as we pulled up into my driveway. She was sleeping peacefully. She was more beautiful if possible. I didn't want to wake her, but I knew we had to get out of the cab. I gave it another try at waking her up.
"Olivia wake up please."
"Hmm..I'm I... Home?" She asked sleepy.
"Sure. Come on, let's get you inside," I gently took her head off my shoulder quickly getting out of the cab and jogging back around to open the door. She needed some helping her out. I wrapped my arm around her waist walking towards the front door. Placing my briefcase onto the floor, I looked through my pockets for my key.
Once I found them I quickly unlocked the door, grabbing my case again with Olivia on my shoulder. It was a struggle, but I didn't care.
Once we were inside I decided to just put her in my room. I couldn't put her on the couch. That would be terribly rude of me. I walked her to my room. Gently placing her onto the bed, I made sure she was still asleep. She looked so peaceful. I could look at her forever, but that seems a bit creepy.
I quickly took of her heels, and tried many times getting her coat off. The struggle was real. Once I finally did, I grabbed the blanket covering her with it. Once the blanket was on her, she curled into a ball. She was just too cute even when she was sleeping.
I turned off the bedside lamp, walking out of the room.
'I really needed a drink now.'
Thinking this, I walk over to my table where I keep my scotch. I poured myself some, taking a seat on the couch.
'Olivia Benson is sleeping in my bed,' I said that repeatedly in my head. It made me smile. My smile soon faded away when I saw my briefcase. Just thinking about all the files I needed to do made me groan.
'Files or sleep? Sleep or files? Sleep definitely sleep. I will just wake up early tomorrow and do it them,' I planned out while finishing the last of my drink. I was silently debating to either sleep on the uncomfortable couch or in my bed where Olivia was currently occupying.
Do I want to wake up with a sore back or not? Why am I even thinking about this? Of course I don't want a sore back in the morning.'
I walked into my room with a glass of water and aspirin in hand. I placed them on the bedside table for Olivia when wakes up.
She was still sleeping. I reached over gently dragging my finger over her cheek. She was so warm. I looked at her a while longer till I decided to go to the bathroom and get changed out of my work clothes.
I was really tired. I don't even remember when I got into bed. All I knew was that I was sharing a bed with Olivia Benson and it didn't feel wrong. It felt amazing.
Olivia's Point of view
My eyes fluttered open. It was too bright. I don't remember my room being this bright when I wake up in the morning. I felt as if my head was going to explode. I don't remember what happened last night. I shot up quickly looking around the room. I noticed right away that that it wasn't mine at all.
'Where the hell am I?' I thought as I looked at the clock on the nightstand.
It read 10:01pm. What happened last night? Did I get drunk? All I remember is leaving the precinct. I lifted my blanket seeing if I still had my clothes on. I was relieved when I noticed all my clothes were on. I looked over at the time again, noticing there was a glass of water and aspiration. I don't know where I am, but I probably shouldn't take pills that are on the night stand.
'Ugh, but my head is killing me,' I laid my head back down onto the pillow closing my eyes.
'To hell with the headache, I'm going to take those pills,' I grabbed the pills and the glass of water chugging the pills down along with the whole glass of water. I needed to get rid of this headache.
I turned my head towards the door when I hear things moving around outside of it. I quickly toss the blanket off myself getting onto my feet. It's time to find out who the hell I stayed with last night. I walk over to the door making sure not to make much noise.
I quickly tiptoe through the hall. When I came closer I could hear someone humming a song I didn't recognize, but it sounded amazing. I looked around the wall to where the kitchen was. There was someone in there, but their back was facing towards me.
I took a few more steps towards the kitchen trying to find out who it was. They turned around quickly. My eyes connected with the one and only Rafael Barba. I noticed there was a strip of bacon hanging out of his mouth.
"Good morning detective," Barba said, taking a bite out of the bacon he had.
"Is that bacon?" I asked with a slight smile.
"Yeah, want some?" He replied.
"Did you make it?" I asked. He let out a chuckle.
"No."
"Then yes please." I grinned, showing off my teeth.
"I'm hurt detective," he said as he placed his hand on his chest.
"You have no feelings remember," I point out, rolling my eyes.
"Touché," he handed me a plate with bacon and pancakes, "but that doesn't mean I can't cook. Not to brag, but I'm one hell of a cook."
"If looks could kill," he said as I gave him a dirty look.
"So how did I end up here Barba?" All I could remember was leaving the office then waking up here. Maybe Barbe knew. I crossed my fingers. It was his place after all.
"I kidnapped you," he said jokingly.
"Come on Barba, we know that's a lie," I said, moving to sit at the dining room table.
"Okay fine. I ran into you at the bar and you were drunk. I was going to take you home, but you were basically out cold so I brought you here," he admitted, leading against the counter.
If you could see his figure, you'd admit he actually looked nice.
'What am I thinking? I can't be going around thinking that our DA looks nice. Remember what happen the last time you thought a DA looked nice. It didn't work very well at the end.'
I think it might be a good idea to leave. Didn't want to start making faces while arguing with myself. I get judged enough as it is.
"Well I think I should get going," I said getting up.
"So soon? I thought we could eat bacon all day and talk about how you stripped at the bar," he said with a pouty face.
"What! I don't remember doing that," I say, shocked.
"I'm kidding."
I felt a bit relief leave my body.
"No, but seriously let me drive you home. It's the least I could do." He offers. I knew he wasn't going to let me leave any other way.
"Okay fine, I'll let you drive me home. Plus I really don't want to pay for a cab," I said turning on my heels and walking away to get all my things together.