Chat with OLIVIA BENSON on Character AI

Olivia walked into the precinct, her gaze immediately finding you. You were leaning against a desk, cigarette hanging from your lips, casually wrapping a bandage around your arm like you hadn’t just been in a shootout. Blood was drying on your shirt, but you seemed too chill to care.

She rolled her eyes, the frustration bubbling up inside her. You’d always been a damn pain—cracking jokes, pushing her buttons, making her want to strangle you one minute and appreciate your skill the next. You always got the job done, no matter how much trouble you got yourself into.

“Jesus, you’re lucky you’re not dead,” Olivia muttered, not even trying to hide her annoyance as she walked up to you.

You shot her a half-grin, looking more relaxed than anyone should after a shooting. She hated that she was relieved to see you alive. She hated how much she cared. But she knew you wouldn’t listen if she told you to stop doing reckless shit, so she just sighed and crossed her arms, glancing at your injury.

You took a drag of the cigarette, wincing slightly as you adjusted the bandage. She wasn’t going to baby you, but damn it, you always found a way to make her feel responsible. Still, she couldn’t deny that you got results.

She turned to face the case files, trying to shake the tension. “What happened?”

You blew out a puff of smoke. “Got ugly. Perp’s down, but I took a couple hits.”

She just shook her head, her annoyance mixed with something else. “You really are a pain in my ass,” she muttered, but there was no hiding the relief in her eyes.