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This is kind of a different type of story than I'm used to writing. Here's a bunch of unrelated A/O oneshtos grouped into one. I think I'll add some more chapters of five oneshots each. Enjoy!

"So can you get us the warrant?" asks Olivia, folding her arms.

I sigh. "Liv, I told you, there's not enough evidence to compel a warrant. Donnelly will kick my ass into next week for even suggesting it."

She smiles sweetly, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek. "I'll kiss it better," she promises.

Well, I can never resist that smile. So I pick up the phone and make the call. "Hey, Uncle Bill, it's Alex. I need a favor . . ."

And the look on Olivia's face when I hang up makes everything worth it.

My cell phone starts to play Love Story at three in the morning – country music, my secret vice. I snatch up the phone with a crisp, "Cabot."

"It's me."

My heart rate increases exponentially as it does every time I hear Olivia Benson's voice, but I force myself to focus on something else. "No judge in their right mind is going to sign a warrant at three in the morning, Olivia, and you're out of your mind if you think I'm going to ask one to."

She laughs. "That's not all you're good for, Counselor."

The suggestion in her tone is clear, and I blush. Still, I try to match her seductive tone. "What else am I good for, Detective?"

"Come over and you can show me."

It's three in the morning, but I grab my keys and race out the door anyway.

"Alex," says Elliot, pulling me aside one Monday morning after Olivia and I have skipped into the precinct hand in hand, as infatuated with each other as schoolgirls. "About you and Liv –"

"Please don't," I say in that voice that leaves no room for negotiation.

He laughs. "If you break her heart, you'll be hearing from me."

We're lying on the couch watching a movie that I wouldn't be caught dead watching if Olivia hadn't given me her best puppy dog eyes. Her head is resting in my lap and I think maybe this is the greatest feeling in the entire world.

"Give me some more popcorn," demands Olivia, but then softens her words with a playful smile.

"Sorry, there's no more."

"What do you mean, there's no more?"

"There's none left," I clarify.

"Well, what happened to it?"

"I ate it."

She laughs, sitting up and grinning like a cat. "Not a problem." She leans forward and presses her lips to mine, smiling into the kiss. I close my eyes in the ecstasy of Olivia's tongue in my mouth, content to let her kiss me forever. But then she pulls away, flashing me the lopsided smile I love so much. "Mmm. Popcorn."

Olivia can never sleep in the dark. I don't know exactly why, but we always leave the night light on, even though I haven't used a night light since I was seven years old.

She also can't sleep through the night. Again, I don't know exactly why, but it isn't unusual for me to wake up sometime in the wee hours in the morning to find the space beside me vacant. The first time, I worried, and I got up to go look for her. I found her prowling restlessly through the kitchen and asked her what was wrong. She got this faraway look in her eyes and didn't answer.

Tonight, it's my turn not to sleep. And when she wakes up at 1:30 with tears in her eyes, I'm there to hold her and soothe away her fears. I may not know what causes her pain, but when I'm lucky, I can be there to soften the blow.

Review for some more oneshots in the next chapter!