Three weeks had passed since the meeting with IAB. Three weeks had passed, since Amanda and Olivia first started their relationship, and three weeks had past, and Amanda still woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in her own sweat, due to the nightmares she was having since the attack.

Yet, she still went to work, still helped solve rape crimes, sexual assault, murders, and child abuse. Every day she put on a brave face, to try and distract everyone thinking that she was tired. The only person who knew about her nights was Olivia – because she had spent every night with her since their first night together. She was the one to remind Amanda that she was in her own bed, and nothing was going to harm her while she was around. Amanda wasn't even sure why she was still having these nightmares – it wasn't like she was paranoid during the day. It was only at night. It was a mystery to her.

Things between her and Olivia had escalated since that night – they had grown closer, and they were even at the point where they were going out at night instead of just staying at home. They had gone to the movies a couple of time, even went out to a nice restaurant together. No one even noticed that they were holding each other's hands over the table, or playing with each other's legs under it. It was nice. It was like they were a nice, happy, normal relationship. The only thing they hadn't done was bring their relationship into the workplace. No matter how many times they were tempted to have each other in the bunkroom, or in an isolated interrogation room, they didn't do anything. They had their disagreements when it came to cases, they had their own opinions about theories, yet nothing from work went home, and nothing from home went to work. Their relationship was ideal to both of them, and Amanda liked it very much.

Since Amanda spent all her spare time with Olivia, she hadn't had the urge to gamble. This was a big step, considering before Olivia, she had spent every spare moment in a gambling joint. She had been to every GA meeting, and even spoke in some of them. She was no longer ashamed of her problem, because, according her, she no longer had one. She had started paying back everything she owed, so her debt was slowly going down. The only thing that reminded her of the fact that she had a big problem was the fact that Murphy's trail was coming up. He was charged with gambling, operating a gambling house, and assault of a police officer. The only good thing that came out of it was the fact that Amanda didn't have to testify about anything other than the assault. Because Amanda had done everything she was told by the IAB, Captain Cragen, and had attended the GA meetings, the Judge had thrown everything about her gambling addiction and debts out – plus due to the 5th amendment, Amanda had the right to avoid self-incrimination. None-the-less, it was safe to say that Amanda Rollins was scared.

The day of the trail had come quicker than Amanda had anticipated. Amanda was lucky enough to have the day off, to both prepare and recover from her day in court. Unfortunately, rapists and murderers didn't stop their dirty, sick games just because a detective had to testify, so Olivia did not have the day off. Amanda had to do it alone, with the exception of Donald Cragen, who was going to support Amanda while she was on the stand.

The courtroom was busy – there were a few cops standing at the back of the room, there to support one of their own. There was the press, taking photos of the man who was accused of attacking a police officer. There were his supporters – bookies, gamblers, those who knew him out of his dirty work. And there were a few there to support Amanda, and just watch the proceedings first hand, rather than on the news or in the newspapers.

Amanda was staring at them, sitting in the witness box. She was waiting for the questioning to begin – waiting for the A.D.A to begin prosecuting Murphy. It took everything in Amanda not to glance over there, but she knew that Murphy was staring at her. She could tell that he hated her with every ounce of his body. She knew that he blamed her for the position that he was in. If it wasn't for the fact that Amanda had told Fin, he wouldn't be sitting there. That's what scared Amanda, his threat of her disappearing if she told anyone, running through her mind as if he had just told her. When the ADA, Gillian Hardwicke, stepped forward, Amanda took a deep breath, and listened to the first question. "Amanda, can you please tell me what happened on the night of the 30th January?"

Amanda took a deep breath. She knew that the question was going to be that – Gillian had briefed her the day before on her questions, but it still was difficult to talk about. "I was filling up my car with petrol, when all of a sudden, I felt something punching me hard in my lower abdomen. I fell to the ground, at the same time looking at my attacker, who is of course, the defendant, Mr. Murphy," Amanda told the jurors, refusing to look towards the other half of the courtroom, as she wanted to avoid Murphy's cold death stare. "He was with another man, Murphy told me that his name was Officer Parker, and that we er... had a lot in common," Amanda continued, pausing for a mere second, as she didn't want to say anything about the fact that they both gambled. "Parker then pulled me to my feet, when Murphy punched me in the abdomen once more. It was then he threatened that if I told my captain, we wouldn't see them coming, I would just be gone – which meant that they would kill me," Amanda stated, even though she didn't know if that last part was true.

"Objection!" Called Murphy's Defence Attorney, Trevor Lagan. "Calls for speculation, your Honour," He continued, causing Amanda's eyes to dart over towards him, which made her eyes land on Murphy's disgusting smirk. Amanda gulped and glanced at Judge Lena Petrovsky, who nodded her head agreeing. "Yes, I agree – Jury will disregard the Witness's last statement," Judge Petrovsky ruled, giving a warning look towards Amanda. When Amanda and Gillian were preparing for the trail, Gillian had informed Amanda that she could not influence the jury by adding in things she thought – which, Amanda had guessed was the Judge's call. Amanda just nodded her head. "Sorry," She murmured, returning her gaze to Gillian, waiting to get asked the next question.

"What happened then?" She questioned. "They left, I was in pain, but I managed to get hold of my Partner, Detective Odafin Tutuola, and I meet him, and told him what happened," Amanda concluded, trying not to add any more details. If she did, she might as well ask them to lock her up and throw away the key. "Did you, in anyway, provoke this attack when you saw him in the precinct earlier that day?" Gillian questioned, looking at Amanda with a look of concern upon her face. Amanda shook her head. "No, I did not," She stated. "Thank you, nothing further," Gillian commented before walking back to her table. It was then that Trevor Lagan stood once again; walking to the spot that Gillian had just come from. "Isn't it true that you owe Graham Murphy a large amount of money?" He asked, Amanda's eyes flicking over to Gillian for a second before returning her gaze to Lagan – if she hadn't objected then, the question was allowed. "It is," Amanda answered quietly, her voice filling up with shame. "From gambling, isn't that correct?" Trevor asked, which immediately caused Gillian to stand from her chair. "Objection!" She yelled, not even needing to carry on with the reasoning of why she had objected. "Approach the Bench," Judge Petrovsky ordered, before covering her hand over the microphone in front of her. The two Lawyers walked up to the Judge's Bench, a look of pure frustration on Gillian's facial expressions. "Your honour, that information is privileged! Not to mention it invades Detective Rollin's right to the Fifth Amendment," Gillian whispered furiously, but Amanda was still able to hear every word. Her hands were sitting on her lap, tangled together to stop them from shaking. "I only ask because we have the right to question her liability. She lied to my client about where she worked, so how do we know that she isn't lying about this attack? I won't be asking her about what she gambled, or how she gambled – I just want to show her connection to my client," Amanda heard Trevor argue, which made her want to cringe. She was not lying – there was no way she was lying. If she was, then why did she have nightmares every night? Why was she afraid to be alone? "I'll allow it, but stick to the connection only Mr. Lagan! Or I will charge you with contempt!" Judge Petrovsky warned. With that the two Lawyers returned where they were moments before, a look of disapproval on Gillian's face, and the exact opposite on Lagan's. "Answer the question, Detective Rollins," Judge Petrovsky ordered, which caused Amanda to bite her lip.

"Yes," Amanda told Lagan, but didn't continue any further. "So that is how you recognised my client?" He asked, looking towards Murphy. Amanda nodded her head. "Yes it is," She stated, wishing he would hurry up and get to the point. "Is it true that you told my client that you were a bartender?" Amanda looked down at her hands on her lap. "Yes, that's what I told him. I didn't want him knowing I was a cop," Amanda answered before looking back up at the man who was questioning her. "So when you saw Graham walking through your precinct on the 30th of January, was it fair to say that you were scared of your secret coming out to your captain, or to anyone in the precinct for that matter?" Trevor questioned, looking straight into Amanda's eyes. Amanda merely frowned. "Of course I was – no one knew of my problem, but that wasn't all I was feeling. I was feeling scared for my safety," Amanda stated, shifting back slightly on her seat. "So, because you were scared that your secret would come out, you had to do something to stop Murphy from telling your captain, or anyone else in the NYPD. So you conduct a story about my client attacking, and tell someone, who you know will listen to you, isn't that correct?" Lagan continued, ignoring Amanda's last statement. "No! I did not conduct the story! I was attacked!" Amanda argued, moving in her seat once more. "Is anyone able to collaborate that story? Other than Detective Tutuola of course," Trevor questioned leaning in ever so slightly. "Because there was no hospital record of this attacked, nothing to suggest that you really were injured," Trevor stated, before Amanda had time to even answer. "Objection!" Called Gillian. "Argumentative," She added. "Sustained," ruled Judge Petrovsky. Trevor merely nodded his head. "Is there anyone else to collaborate your story, that you were attacked?" Trevor repeated, this time allowing Amanda to answer. "Surely there were video surveillance?," Amanda questioned, wanting to avoid telling him the one person who could collaborate her story, in fear of outing them. "A simple yes, or no, would suffice, Detective Rollins – besides, you picked a service station who happened to have broken cameras, which brings me to the conclusion that you thought out the attack and how it happened, isn't that correct?" Trevor asked, looking quite pleased with himself. "No you're wrong! I didn't think it up, I didn't make it up, I didn't lie, or do anything to get myself out of trouble!" Amanda argued. "Then tell me, Detective Rollins, who else is there to prove this? Who saw your injuries? Because Detective Tutuola didn't, the hospital didn't, the cameras didn't see anything happen, and everyone else is taking your word that Murphy attacked you, so who can prove that you are not lying!?" Trevor interrogated, which made Gillian stand up once more, but before she could tell out objection for badgering the witness, Amanda stood up. "Olivia Benson," Amanda stated, her voice filled with regret straight away. "Olivia Benson saw my injuries," She continued, before sitting down once more. A look of defeat state upon Lagan's face. He obviously had not expected that answer to fly out of her mouth. "Nothing further," He mumbled, before turning back towards his table. Amanda sighed. At least now the court knew she wasn't lying.