This is my first fic so I would really appreciate reviews
Olivia Benson lay awake in bed, again. It was a common phenomenon, being unable and/or unwilling to sleep, dealing with the humanity or lack thereof she worked with on a daily basis. She couldn't think about it out there, she wouldn't allow it. Only in bed could she let down the tough façade and just let her mind go.
She rolled to her side. 1:47. She sighed. She thought she'd be used to it. But tonight was different. Her mind wasn't occupied with victims, or perps. She wasn't thinking about work, not really.
Alex was back. Just like that they had their beautiful blond start district attorney back from the dead. And God, she was beautiful. Things were back to the normal they'd been off from for the past 4 years. They could just pick up from where they left off. But where was that?
She pulled the pillows out from under her head in frustration. She and Alex. She said it out loud. "Olivia and Alex." A phrase that was used more and more up until that day she couldn't protect her; she wasn't sure whether only they or everyone but the two of them knew what it really meant. She sure as hell didn't know what it meant now, if anything.
Alex came home with her one night from the bar after another futile evening of trying to make themselves forget the tough, draining case they had poured their lives into that month.
She could still feel Alex's lips on hers as Alex pushed her up against her apartment door, her hand moving through her then short brown hair, even now…especially now. The passion they shared that night was what they both needed. They were finally starting to figure out what they both wanted
"When she was taken so unfairly away from me," she whispered to the darkness.
"You were there, remember?" she snapped back. "You could have done something, but no, you threw yourself to the ground without her, you selfish idiot."
The tears started to well up, but she refused. With the familiar pain in her throat, she again spoke aloud. "No," she managed. "She's back now. You have a second chance." She closed her eyes.
Before she could relax enough to fall asleep, she heard the obnoxious sound of her phone vibrating violently on the wooden nightstand.
She grabbed it halfway through a second buzz. "Speak of the devil," she whispered.
She picked it up. "Benson." … Nothing. "Alex..?" The first thought that flashed through her was that something was seriously wrong. The second was that Alex had rolled on top of her phone and her number was at the top of whatever list she accidentally hit. "Alex.." She went back to the first one.
"..Olivia?"
The panic set in. That was not the strong voice of Alex Cabot.
"Alex, where are you? What's wrong?"
"..I..um..I need help." It was broken and scared.
"Alex, what happened? Do you need me to call for a bus?"
…
"Alex please, I can get them to send an ambulance, priority, but you gotta tell me what happened."
"No…I need you here."
"…" The burning pain in her throat was back, and more painful than she thought she'd ever felt.
"Please.."
"Are you at your apartment?" Olivia was in the frantic process of finding real clothes. She decided the sweats would do and put on a solid blue button shirt over her gray tank top.
"Yes." Her voice was breaking.
"Do you want me t…I can stay on the phone.." She was sprinting downstairs…thank god she had the car.
Barely audible, Olivia heard her friend choke, "Please.. Just get here."
"Ok."
She shoved her phone in her picket and started the car. Pulling out into the street, she put up the red police siren. Before she could scold herself with, "Benson, that's a misuse of power," she said loudly and firmly, "It's Alex."