Olivia sighed as she followed Brian into her apartment and plopped down on the couch next to him. His plane was taking off early in the morning and she wasn't ready to watch him go. She felt silly about it. Silly that she cared so much. She knew he was coming back but, maybe that was just how her mind worked.

"What are you thinking about?" Brian asked turning his attention toward her.

"You," she smiled, "I'm going to miss waking up to you in the mornings."

"You can always call me," he said, "Right when you wake up."

"You can count on that," she said pulling her feet up onto the couch, "You know, fourteen years ago I never would have thought you would be the guy I'd end up with." She rested her head on his lap and he began rubbing his fingers through her recently cut hair. It was a little passed her shoulders now and Brian loved it that way.

"Why's that? Was I not good lookin' enough?"

"You were," she said casually, "I just didn't see you as my type I guess."

"You had a type?"

She shrugged and closed her eyes. She had worked on a hard case today and she was exhausted. She was trying to stay awake so she could help Brian pack but every time he ran his hands through her hair she would fall a little more to sleep. After a while of silence Brian looked down at her and saw that she was already passed out. He smiled to himself and realized how much his life had turned around in just a year. He used to be out late every night with strippers and people who were up to know good. He was breaking the law even if he was trying to fix it. He didn't have anyone who he called family near by. When the whole Delia ordeal got brought up and he saw Olivia again for the first time, he literally felt his heart stop. The way she walked into the room and said his name. "Cassidy, you ass! You punched my partner?!" He remembered the day well.

Careful not to wake her up, he moved a little bit at a time until he was off the couch and Olivia's head was resting on one of the couch pillows. He loved how she slept with her mouth slightly open. It made him laugh silently.

Brian didn't know how long he would be away or how long it would take for his mother to get better, if she even got better. He didn't even know what was going on. He threw a bunch of his clothes into a large black suitcase along with toiletries and a belt. He made sure to grab his toothbrush and a hairbrush. He stuffed as many things as he could into the suitcase and then zipped it up so it was all ready to go. He took a seat on the bed next to the suitcase and the picture that was in a silver frame on the nightstand caught his eye. It was a picture of him and Olivia holding hands from behind. Munch had snapped it one day and showed it to them when nobody was around. That was the picture that made them go public with their relationship. Everyone at the precinct was happy for them of course; except Amaro. Amaro and Cassidy never really hit it off.

Brian picked up the picture and took it out of the frame and stuffed it into the top zipper of his suitcase. He wanted to bring it along so he could look at Olivia everyday.

"What are you doing?"

He turned around to see Olivia leaning against the door frame, "I thought you were asleep."

"I was," she said, "You should have woken me up. I would have helped you pack."

"You were tired. I wanted to let you rest."

"It's three thirty," she sighed walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him, "We should get going."

"You sure you're going to be alright for a few days?"

"Yes," Olivia said rolling her eyes, "I'm a big girl."

"Right," Brian smiled, "Right."

"Just don't expect a big run up and hug type of thing when I pick you up from the airport," she said playfully punching him in the shoulder, "I don' do that."

"No worries," he laughed, "I don't do that either."

It had been an hour since Brian had called from his mother's house and told Olivia that he had made it safely. He filled her in on how his flight went and how he spent the whole ride sitting next to an old man who had a snoring problem. Olivia couldn't help but laugh. She figured it was payback for all the times his snoring kept her awake at night.

It was the first night he was staying at her place and they had had a very interesting day at work. Most of their day was spent chasing perps and they were both extremely exhausted. Brian fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillows and Olivia was lying there trying not to let the case get to her. She had finally forced the pictures out of her head and was almost asleep when Brian started snoring. She opened her eyes and shot him an evil glare. She wasn't used to sharing her bed and she definitely wasn't used to hearing snoring.

"Brian," she whispered, "Brian shut the hell up!"

Of course Brian was in a dead sleep.

"Brian," she said again, louder this time. "If you don't stop snoring I'm going to punch you."

Brian didn't stop even after being threatened and Olivia couldn't take it so she got up and slept on the couch. When Brian woke up and saw her there he laughed. "My snoring?"

"You knew you did that and you didn't think to inform me? You sound like a damn chainsaw!"

"I'm sorry," Brain said in the least serious voice, "I can't help it."

Olivia pulled the pillow out from under her head and threw it at him, "You should be!"

"Well, I'll let you get back to work," Brian said through the phone, "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, "Bye."

"Was that Cassidy?" Rollins, who was sitting across from Olivia at her desk asked.

"Yeah," she answered, "His flight just landed."

"Benson! My office, now!"

Olivia turned around to see Captain Cragen standing in the door way of his office with an angry look on his face. She hadn't even been in the building more than an hour and she certainly hadn't done anything wrong.

"Yes, Captain?"

"I thought I made myself clear the other day," he began yelling, "What part of our conversation didn't you understand?"

Olivia had no clue what was going on and she didn't appreciate Cragen yelling at her about something she had no part of. "Captain, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I told you if anyone threatened you to let me know asap. When were you planning on telling me?"

Olivia shook her head and squinted her eyes like she always did when she was confused, "I haven't been threatened. Cap'n, honestly, I have no idea what you are talking about."

Cragen sighed and stuffed his hands into his coat pockets, "There was a letter on your desk this morning," he began saying. His tone had calmed down know as he realized Olivia really didn't know anything about the situation. "It was addressed to Detective Olivia Benson and Captain Donald Cragen. I thought you had already read it so I picked it up." He picked the piece of folded notebook paper up from off his desk and handed it to Olivia. "Just read it."

She accepted the paper from him and began reading it out loud. "Everybody has secrets. Everybody has something they don't want to get found out. You didn't used to have secrets. Everybody knew everything about you. I advise you to watch your back Benson. The consequences could be dangerous."

"Any idea?"

Olivia shook her head, "I don't understand. I haven't even worked a case in the past month where somebody would have a grudge or anything like that."

Cragen took the letter back and placed it back inside the envelope it came in, "I don't know but, I don't like it."

"Well neither do I," she said, "But this doesn't even have anything to do with Brian and I."

"You don't know that," Cragen said, "Don't you think the secrets part has to do with him?"

"No," she answered honestly, "I don't. Even if it did, Brian is all the way in Washington. This is just some stupid letter someone sent to scare us."

Cragen knew that Olivia was probably right. It wasn't the first time they had received threatening letters and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. "Just be careful."

"I will," she said turning to the door, "I'm always careful."