#IN MY DEFENSE I DIDNT LIKE THE FLOW BETWEEN CHAPTERS 2 AND 3

[styxpenz]

i think there exists a point in some lifespans of work in progresses where it stops being "expanding on the plot and symbolism" and instead becomes "stalling on finishing it"

so anyway guess who just added Another chapter,

[avidfanficwriter]

Rollin vs. Amado (Chapter Two)

Characters: Nick Amaro. Amanda Rollins. 

Ratings: M. 

Warnings: Cursing. Drinking, mentions of Alcoholism. 

Summary: The night she got into the fight with Nick should have been the worst but it’s the day that really got it in for Amanda. 

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. 

Tags: @wolflhards

Chapter Two: The Aftermath Of Hazardous Amanda.

Amanda awoke to the sound of her cellphone chirping near her ear, the stench of alcohol burning her eyes and nose as she rolled over reaching for her phone only to collide with another body instead. Last nights events were a blur, a mystery, brief memories came back but nothing clear. She saw alcohol which was a given and… Nick.

Her eyes opened wide and she tried to make out the body next to her, he was laying on his stomach, sound asleep. “Oh, god, Nick…” She moaned.

No response.

“Nick, are you okay?” He didnt respond and her mind panicked, she remember Cragen waking up to the a dead body in his bed after a night of ‘drinking.’ She fought the pouning in her head and the ringing in her eyes as she reached over trying to desperately move to roll the man over.

“Nick!” She shouted, vigoursly shaking him.

“Whose Nick?” The man asked, groaning.

“What?” She asked confused. The man pushed up on his arms and she could see that it was in fact not Nick. No where close to Nick. A random guy with a tattoo on his neck and a shaved head. She searched for her cell phone, reaching over the man, grabbing it. She ignored the missed calls she had from Fin and Olivia, quickly jumping out of bed and hiding in the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and pressed the number four on her phone.

“Hey, this is Nick-”

“Nick, my god it’s me! I’m so sor-”

“Amaro, I couldn’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you.”

“Dammit.” She said stomping her foot.

She tried again and it went striaght to voicemail. A third time and nothing.

“He’s at work, that’s why he’s not answering.” She whispered, starring at her cell phone. Outside of the small restroom she head the small thumps followed by a knock on the bathroom door and a man’s deep voice. “Left my number on the dresser hit me up if you want to have a fun night again.” 

Amanda shook her head in annoyance. Desperate to erase the memory of last night, she clutched her phone to her ear as if the sheer panic coursing through her veins could somehow make him answer his phone. Time and time again, she’s met with the sound of his voicemail until she collapses onto the floor, tears flowing down her face and her cell phone abandoned on the cold marble floor. 

He’s at work. He’s working on a case. Interviewing a suspect. She says trying to convince herself, wiping her now swollen eyes. Amanda has no idea why she’s crying or why she’s overacting but it’s happening and it won’t stop. Her phone buzzes again, the blonde nearly falls over to answer it, putting it to her ear and shouting into the phone.

“Nick...Nick.” 

“It’s Fin.” The voice causes her to jump. 

“Fin, Oh, sorry. I just called Nick.” She says sniffling. 

“Amanda, where are you? Liv’s pissed. She’s been calling you all morning, we’re short handed today, you need to get in.” Fin’s voice is like sirens going off in Amanda’s head, she pulls the phone away and glances at the top of the screen. It’s almost noon. 

“Yeah... Yeah. I had a thing.” She says shaking her head. 

“A thing?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll be in soon.” She says quickly hanging up. 

Amanda had tried to clean herself up, to hide the bags under her eyes that rose from both her tears and sleep deprivation. She showered and covered the horrendous hickeys her bald lover had given her but it didn’t do any better, she was still a mess. She looked like been through hell and back all in one night. She could apply all the makeup she wanted but she was a mess and anyone who looked at her could see just that. 

Amanda hadn’t even made it into the prescient before she spotted Fin, worriedly standing outside with his hands in his pocket searching for her. He sees her in no time and the questions begin. “Where have you be--Are you okay?” 

“Yeah. Yeah. Coming down with a cold.”

“Must be some cold.” Fin retorts. 

“It is.” She argues. 

“I covered for you.” Fin says trying to get Amanda to say what actually happen but she doesn't budge. 

“Thanks.” She says pushing her hair behind her ears and walking away from Fin. Inside the squad room it’s dark and damp, more importantly there’s no sign of Nick anywhere just the angry eyes from Olivia whose in her office, starring daggers into her. “Where’s Nick?” she finally found the courage to ask Fin. 

“Out sick. That’s why Liv is so angry. She’s got one cop out sick and the other M.I.A.” 

Little by little throughout the day, Amanda’s memories slowly start to come back and it isn’t a pretty scene. She had crossed a line with Nick and now he was avoiding her but would he actually sacrifice his job to steer clear of her?  

“Amanda.” Olivia says in a voice full of annoyance. 

Almost in a panic, Amanda struggles to stand up and walks into Olivia’s office, closing the door behind her with her eyes low to the ground. 

“Yes?”

“Where were you?” 

“Liv, I’m so sorry. I lost track of time.”

Olivia doesn’t dare to pretend to be friendly, she’s angry. “This is the third time this has happened, Amanda.” 

“Liv, I know. I--” Amanda desperate for any excuse to come out, her sister, her mother, her neighbor. Something... anything but she’s frozen. “I....” 

Olivia stands up from her desk, glaring at Amanda. “Are you hungover?” 

“What?” 

“Were you drinking?” 

“No, no... of course not.” 

Olivia walks closer to her detective, starring straight into her eyes. “Have you been drinking?” 

Amanda opens her mouth. “Last night... it just got out of hand.” She finally says in a hesitant voice. 

Olivia shakes her head and lets out a deep breath. “Go home, Amanda.” 

“Liv, I’m good.” She tries to argue. 

“Go home, sleep it off. You better be on time tomorrow.” Olivia’s voice lowers, filling with compassion. 

 Amanda lowers her head and sighs, whispering a low thank you before exiting the room. She walks past Fin whose fighting the urge to ask her a where she’s going, she walks out of the prescient and hails a cab but instead of going home she goes to the bar and starts her nightly routine of drinking. 

At Maison’s apartment, Nick is sound asleep on the couch, a small blanket is wrapped around his chest and his hand covering his face. Maison walks into the apartment, shoving her keys into her pocket and immediately stops when she sees him on the couch. She quickly looks at the clock before turning her attention back to Nick. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” She asks standing over the couch and peering down at Nick. 

“Shouldn’t you?” 

“On Lunch.” Nick slowly sits up and glances at his watch, before groaning. “So, what’cha doing sleeping beauty?” She jokes with a small grin on her lips. 

 “Avoiding work.” 

Maison sucks air in through her teeth. “Avoiding work or avoiding a certain blond that has an attitude problem and possibly drinking problem?” She remarks. 

“Both.” 

“So, how long are you going to duck out in my apartment?” Maison asks as she enters the kitchen and pulls a water bottle out of the refrigerator. 

“Till you kick me out.” 

“Need I remind you, i kicked you out the first month you stayed here, told you to go home to your wife but I came home after work and you were back on my couch. If it didn’t work then I don’t think it’ll work now.” Nick chuckles, putting his hand over his eyes. “Your phones blinking.” She says. 

“Was it Maria?” Nick asks shooting straight up with a voice full of hope. 

His heart starts to race until he sees her pull her bottom lip in between her teeth. “No, Amanda.” 

Nick groans and lays back down down, defeated. “She leave a message?” He asks with a gloom tone. 

The younger detective smirks. “Yeah, i’ll say about forty of ‘em.” 

“Forty.” 

“Homegirls, got problems.” 

“No, she doesn’t.” Nick retorts. 

“No. Of course not. I always call a divorced men I’m not sleeping with forty times over.” 

“Maria and I are still married.” Nick shouts causing Maison to stop in her tracks. She turns in shock, facing the couch with fear in her eyes. 

“Bad choice of words.” She says quietly. 

“Maria and I aren’t getting divorced.” he adds.

She goes silent, her eyes trailing the room, hoping that she can get out of the situation. “I know... I know that. It’s just...” 

Nick sits up, only this time; he’s standing up. His hand balled up in a fist near his sides and covering his face. “It’s just what? Have you spoken to maria?”

“No. Of course not... It was just bad--” 

“What?” He interjects. 

“Bad judgement on my part.” She says holding out her hands defensively. “I’ve had a rough day. Some guy is getting away with murder, i just got confused.” She pleads trying her best to contain Nick. “

Nick stares at her, his eyes burning holes through her. “You know we aren’t getting a divorce...right?”Maison isn’t by any means scared of Nick but she knows his wrath, she knows exactly what he’s capable of and just what can push him over. Maria is one of those subjects. “Look, let’s just chop it down to a simple mistake. I know you two aren’t getting divorced, I know that. I’m sleep deprived, over worked, my brain isn’t in the right place, Nick.” 

Nick nods. “You don’t think Maria would do that to me, do you?” He asks, walking next to the counter and plopping onto the bar stool in front of Maison. His anger slowly starting to fade. 

“I...” She starts but trails off. 

“Honestly.” He adds. 

“Up until six months ago, i never would have thought she would have kicked you out.” She groans lifting Nick’s hand to glance at his watch. “Who knows what could happen? You two could work it out... if not you have Amanda whose one step away from stalking you. She smiles tapping his hand. 

Nick shakes his head trying to hide his smile. “Shes really not that bad.”

“Anytime you have to describe someone as ‘not that bad’ they are worse.” 

“She really inst’.” 

“And I’m sure Jack the Ripper wasn’t that bad.” She squeals with a large smile.

“You can’t compare the two.” 

“Mmhmm...” She says mocking him. “If you’re wanting Maria back... which you obviously do. Don’t you think you should limit your contact with Miss drunkie?” 

“I’m not spending more time with her than before.” 

“Still. If i was Maria.”

“--Which you’re not.” He interjects, putting his hand under his chin. 

“If i was... I wouldn’t appreciate my husband haning out with some chick that didin’t ahve an off switch. 

“You know, Maria didn’t like you tat first either.” 

“I’m an acquired taste, Amaro.” She says flashing a smile. “Besides I didn’t over drink the first time i met her.” 

“No.. but you did start trouble.” 

“I didn’t flirt with a happily married man.” She says leaning forward with a nother smile. 

“Amanda wasn’t flirting with me.” He argues. 

“Thank god, you’re married. You’d never make it as a single person.” 

Nick rolls his eyes at her. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” 

“Shouldn’t you?” 

“I’m sick.” He says and Maison smirks, tossing her water bottle onto the counter near the fridge. “See you later sick boy.: She jokes. 

“Bye...” Nick waves quickly ‘Drinks on me?” He asks watching her walk towards the door. 

“I’ve heard that before.” She says opening the door and waving a quick goodbye before leaving. 

Nick stares at his cell phone watching the blue light blink before finding the nerve to pull it towards him. Maison wasn’t exaggerating by any, there was indeed forty missed calls from Amanda. He knew immediately that it wasn’t work related, he had one missed call from Olivia and the rest was Amanda. He looked around Maison small apartment, starring at the boxes still sitting in the hallway and the untouched spare bedroom he refused to sleep in, insisting he’d only stay here for a little bit. Originally it was only suppose to be a week, he showed up and said a weeks, two tops and now he was here for six long months still sleeping on the couch insisting he was going home with in the week. He had five hours until Maison was off work and decided it was time to finally stay in her spare bedroom to go in there and actually use it as a bedroom not just a place to change his clothes. 

Amanda was still at the bar by the time seven o’clock came around, drunk off her ass and flirting with anyone that passed by. Amanda sat at a small table with three empty glasses in front of her and another on the way, her cell phone vibrating insistently. It was Fin, calling to check up on her. 

“Don’t you think you should take it easy?” A man asked approaching Amanda, he was the perfect guy. The guy she would eventually wind up in bed with. 

“Oh, I didn’t know my dad was here.” 

“Snippy, aren’t you?”

“I could be more.” It was constant flirting between the two, nonstop. On flirted and the other responded it went on and on until Amanda had so many drinks in side of her she couldn’t’ even tell what color his eyes were anymore. Eventually, they moved to the outside of the bar, Amanda so drunk she didn’t realize he was referring to her as a different name. He gripped her waist shoving her into the alley and into a nearby wall with brute force. Her held her to the wall, attacking her lips with his own and starting to unbutton her pants. 

“Stop.” She protested, pushing him off of her. 

“What the hell?’ He shouted as she broke free, walking away from him and pulling her hair back ap into a ponytail. “Hey, you get off on getting guys hard and leaving ‘em?” 

“I’m not driunk enough.’ She said stumbling back into the bar and finding another seat closer to the liqour. 

It hadn’t felt like she hadn’t drank in years, the burning sensation from the mans beard still lingered as the wetness of his lips had yet to dry along her neck. Meanwhile Nick and Maison entered the bar, her hand in her jacket pockets and Nick starting to take off his. 

“What if i dyed my hair red?” She asks as they sat a teh bar. 

“I-I don’t know.” he said chuckling at her, he didn’t think he would recognize her with red ahri. 

‘What? I can’t pull it off?” She asks twirling a few strands in Nicks’ face. 

nick was starting to answer when he heard Amanda's voice from across the room. “Hey, just give me another one.” He looked around immediately loosing focus on Maison to find Amanda. She was a mess, her blonde hair smeared all over her face.

“What?” Maison asked noticing the change in his demeanor. 

“Amanda’s here?” 

“Drunkie Amanda?” Maison asked dropping her hair and turning to direction Nick was looking. 

Nick’s eyes moved back and forth from Amanda to Maison. “You know, I’ve got a few things to say to her.” Maison said standing up.

Nick grabs her jacket, pulling her towards him. “No, Maise, we’re here to drink.” 

“I don’t get you.” She shook her head a little while raising the glass of alcohol to her lips. “ I mean she begs you to hit her and you’re still not mad with her? Are you incapable of being mad at women?”

“Maison, it’s not that.” He says glancing over at Amanda again. “She just need help.” 

“Mentally.” 

They sat drinking their beers trying to ignore the sounds of Amanda arguing with some man. Maison had all but given up, realizing that no mater what she said about Amanda, Nick would ultimately defend her. Just as he was about to when Nick heard Amanda for the third time yell at some guy for touching her. 

“Nick.” Maison pleaded when she say him stand up. “We’re here to drink!” She whined. “Nick!” She groans. “I can’t go over there but sure, you can.” She says to herself.