Needing to Talk

*Olivia's POV

I wake up to Nick kissing me. I don't understand why that's so cute, but it is. I kiss him back, entangling our legs together.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome.", his eyes are so mesmerizing. "What time is it?"

"6:00.", I groan softly. "We don't have to get up right now."

"Yes we do, I'm Lieutenant, now. I have to be there-"

"Earlier than everyone else. I know, but you really don't.", I sit upright, crossing my legs.

"You said we could close the case in the morning. It's the morning.", he pulls me on top of him, so I sit just below his bely button and place my hands on his stomach and chest. He smiles at me and I mimic his action.

"You're so damn stubborn. You know that, right?"

"But you still love me.", I say matter-of-factly.

"How could I not?", I lean down, pecking his lips, before getting up. I get undressed and grab a towel so I can take a shower. "Want me to join?" he asks with a smirk clearly planted upon his face. I give him a simple smile, letting him know that I do, indeed, want him to do so.

*Bradley's POV

I heard a loud 'thud' which woke me up. That 'thud' scared the shit out of me. Its like I'm back in that house, holding Alex while standing between my mom and Tori with a gun to my head. I can still feel the cold metal against my skull when I close my eyes. And that 'thud'? That was the shot. Out of instinct, I screamed. I didn't mean to, it was probably nothing, but I couldn't help it.

I can hear talking, and then footsteps coming to my room. I can usually make out who they belong to, but for some reason, I couldn't this time. I didn't care, though. I know that within a matter of seconds, someone will come in and hold me tight in their arms, keeping me safe.

"Bradley, what's wrong, honey?", mom asks. The bed sinks in and I roll over. She's wrapped up in a towel.

"The gun! I heard the gun! Its so loud!", her arms latch around me as I sob.

"Baby, there is no gun."

"Yes, there is! I just heard it!", she runs her fingers through my hair.

"Bradley, that wasn't a gun..I dropped the shampoo bottle in the shower."

"No, no, no, it was the gun, mom. It was the gun, I felt it, I know its the gun, it has to be."

"O-okay, okay..shh.", she rubs my back in attempt to calm me down. "Listen, its almost time for you to get up anyways. Why don't you get dressed and you come to work with us?", I just nod my head and get up.

"Momma, can you help me?", I really hate that this is so painful, that I can't even get dressed without help. Getting undressed is hard, too, but much easier than the alternative. "And um..can I get my meds now? It hurts really bad, mom.", she looks as if she doesn't want e to have it, but gives it to me anyways.

"What uh..what clothes are you wearing?"

"Just a pair of sweats or something.", she reaches into my bottom drawer and pulls a pair of black sweatpants from it. I chose sweats because they're much easier than jeans to get on and off, you know? She pulls them up to my knees and then let me do it the rest of the way. After that, she got into my dresser again, second drawer from the top, and gets out a grey 'NYPD' t-shirt. Guess I need to rep., you feel me?

"This okay?"

"Yeah.", she put my arm through the hole, which really hurt. "Ow! Okay, okay, I'd rather go naked.", she chuckles to herself.

"But you can't, so lets get this overt with.", now that I'm fully dressed, I realize that she is still in a towel, and so did she.

"I'm going to get dressed and talk to dad, okay? Get whatever you want to bring with you together."

"Alright.", she kisses my forehead and then leaves the room. I don't want her to leave, though. She makes me feel so safe and secure. The flashbacks all seem to vanish when she holds me, loves me. Not even dad has that power.

*Nobody's POV

"Babe?", Nick comes out of the bathroom, in only pair of boxers, and goes to their closet. "Babe, I need to talk to you.", he can tell by the seriousness in her voice that he needed to give her his full, undivided attention. He pulls her into him by her waist, giving her chills.

"What's wrong, Liv?"

"I think..I think Bradley needs to see a therapist."

"What?", he protests.

"I can take her to Dr. Lindstrom, Nick, he's a great doctor.", the pile in her voice shatters Nick's insides.

"You want Bradley to see your therapist? Liv, she doesn't need a thera-"

"You don't know that, Nick!", tears fill her big, brown eyes. "You don't know how it feels-"

"You're playing that card? Liv, she's almost fifteen! She doesn't need to have a therapist!", he yells.

"She thought that when I dropped the shampoo bottle, someone shot a gun! After all the hell she's been put through, I'm surprised she still keeps it together!"

"So what're you saying, huh?", its not that he's saying Olivia is wrong, he just doesn't want to believe that his daughter needs a therapist. Is daughter is strong, she isn't a victim, she's a fighter.

"I'm saying that its classic PTSD! She needs to talk to someone who can teach her how to be herself, how to forgive-"

"Like you forgave Lewis?!", that shot her straight through the heart. How dare him! This has nothing to do with what happened to her, this is about Bradley. "She isn't you, Olivia!", he regretted saying that the second it escaped his mouth, but he can't take it back. He can never take it back. Olivia slips passed him, getting her clothes and going towards the bathroom. "Baby, I'm sorry."

"Fuck you, Nick.", she says just above a whisper, desperately trying to hold back the many tears she wishes to let fall down her cheeks before she closes the door.

"Dammit!", Nick curses and throws an unknown object at the wall.

Bradley, who just heard everything that was said, slides down the wall in the hallway, sobbing into her knees. Everything bad that has happened is because of her. Her parents fighting, about her, was the icing on the cake. Bradley agreed with her father, though. Maybe it works for Olivia, but Bradley doesn't want a shrink.

Nick pulls his belt tight, fastening it as Olivia comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She gets her gun and badge and heads to the door.

"Talk to me, Liv. Please."

"Please?! Screw you!", she walks out, slamming the door behind her. "Lets go.", she tells Bradley in a stern voice.

"Momma, what happened?", she knows, she's just hoping she doesn't.

"Nothing, babe, lets go."

"What about the baby?"

"Your dad will call Lucy, okay?", Bradley gets up, grasping her phone and walks behind her mother out the door.

A/N

Guysss, I feel like its been ages! Hope you liked this chapter, though! Did you all enjoy last night's episode of SVU as much as I did?😊😁