Hers To Bear - An SVU fic

1.A night out

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AMANDA'S APARTMENT FRIDAY NIGHT.

I was so glad to have the night off from work; if I had to spend even one more minute around those people, I was seriously gonna lose my shit! Don't get me wrong, I love my squad but the case we'd been working had us practically living in the precinct this whole week and we all needed time away from one another. I was exhausted and looking forward to going home and sleeping tonight and tomorrow away; already having decided that I would kill myself if Olivia called me in.

I was just getting comfy on my couch with a pizza when the phone rang. At first, I froze thinking that it might be work but was relieved to see that it was just Sara.

"Hey girlie!" I answered, while eating a slice. She was all excited about some party she'd gotten an invite to and wanted me to come.

"Sara, I don't have the energy for this."

"Come on Amanda, you know I hate going to those things by myself."

"I'm so damn tired, but a party does sound nice..."

"So let's go bitch! I could meet my future husband tonight and you wouldn't wanna stand in the way of true love would you?"

"Sara -"

"Amandaaaa!"

"Alright! Fine! I'll go! But when I'm ready to leave, I leave with or without you!"

"I'll pick you up in twenty minutes!" She hung up before I could change my mind. Sara was a typical, care-free party girl and always managed to convince me to come along for the ride even when I wasn't in the mood, but since we usually ended up having a great time, I was always glad that I came along. For some reason, as I made my way to that particular party, my inner voice told me that I shouldn't go to but I ignored it because I needed to have some fun. It started speaking to me again when we got to the penthouse, but I told it to hush! I had no idea how the hell Sara always managed to get invited to these parties. These were high-end people and the two of us were pretty low-grade in comparison, yet still, she managed to work her way onto the lists. As we entered, I prepared myself for the usual parade of jerks that always marched at parties like this but I also prepared myself for some fun.

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PENTHOUSE APARTMENT, LOWER MANHATTAN

25 minutes in, Sara had disappeared and jerk number one approached me by the pool table - Kip Van Something-or-other. Cheesy smile? Check! Lame pickup line? Check! Way too aggressive, liquor on his breath and couldn't keep his hands to himself? Check, check and check! Needless to say he found himself dismissed before he even got my name. Jerk number two, Chad Cartwright, began chatting me up as I sat alone in a corner armchair, my feet hurting from dancing so much and thinking about my nice, comfy bed. I was truly exhausted now and he was going on and on about being captain of blah, blah team of whatever university he had attended, his future in something or other, summers at the vineyard and blah, blah, blah! Listening (or lack thereof) to him, all I could think was how he had to be the whitest guy in America and how soon I could leave this party and go to sleep! I mean, with all the men in this place, how did I manage to get singled out by all the losers?

"...so the patch of white hair is actually our family birthmark, can you believe it? I mean sure, it eventually fades, but every one of us is born with it." I cracked a smile to feign interest.

"I'm gonna go grab a beer." I didn't even want a beer; I just wanted to get away from him.

"Allow me. Hey Dean, get the lady a beer." Dean. Jerk number three. He was just a few feet away from us dancing like a maniac all by himself.