Olivia was drawn from her mountain of paperwork by the shrill of her cell ringing. Picking the device up, she checked the caller ID, not recognising the number, before swiping to accept the call.
"Benson." The Lieutenant spoke into the receiver in her usual official manner.
"What can I do for you Detective Holiday?" Olivia asked, once the young woman had announced who was calling her.
"I see, and what would this involved?" The older woman continued to talk to the younger female detective.
"Ok, I have just the person to help you out, but I want to be at the scene." Olivia negotiated, barely concealing a chuckle at what one of her detectives would shortly be doing.
"That's fine. See you in a couple of hours." Lieutenant Benson said with a grin, before hitting the end call button on her cell.
Standing from her desk, Olivia made her way to her office door. Swinging it open, she was instantly hit with an overwhelming wave of heat. The stifling temperatures of a standard summer in New York were in full force today. Of course, the air conditioning unit in the building was down for maintenance but being the boss had its perks. Such as a portable unit in her office.
Surveying her subordinates, their disheveled appearances. Their clothes clearly clinging to their skin. Amanda and Carisi's usually impeccable hair looking worse for wear. Plastered to their heads with sweat.
"Rollins, can you come in here a second please?" Olivia beckoned the blonde woman, deciding to give her a break from the heat whilst discussing their next surveillance operation.
The younger woman stood from her desk and trudged precariously to her Lieutenant's office, stopping in front of the wooden desk.
"Can you shut the door please?" Olivia asked with a smile, trying to ameliorate the fears of a dressing down that Amanda always expected when summoned to her bosses' office.
The younger blonde woman walked back to the door, closing it before turning to face her Lieutenant.
"What's up Liv?" Amanda asks, her shoulders obviously tense, her head down, gaze trained on the floor. The younger woman racking her brain for what she has done wrong this time.
"Relax babe, you're not in trouble." Olivia tells her, motioning for her to sit down. Amanda's head shooting up at the term of endearment that is never used once they enter the precinct in the mornings.
"Oooook." Amanda answers, a grin on her girlfriend of four years face.
"Detective Holiday just rang, she needs our help with a surveillance op." Olivia tells Amanda with a certain element of nonchalance.
"Ok, so why are we in here and not on said operation?" Amanda asks with a raised eyebrow.
"I figured you could use a minute out of the heat of the squad room before we go meet Detective Holiday. You're looking a little disheveled there Amanda." The older woman tells her with a smirk.
"Gee, thanks Liv. Way to tell me I look like shit." Amanda fires back, however a smile forms on her lips, letting Olivia know she's only teasing.
"You know you still look beautiful." Olivia tells Amanda as she stands from her desk and moves around to the same side as Amanda. Perching herself on the edge of the wooden desk and motioning for the blonde to sit down.
Amanda sits in the chair closest to her girlfriend, Olivia briefly looking through her office window to ensure the guys aren't watching their exchange. When she's certain they are busy, she reaches down for the younger woman's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
