Title: Video
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: strong T/very weak M for language and mild "situations"
Note: written as a response to a challenge on svufiction dot com, but because I cannot seem to master the art that is submitting things to that site, I cannot officially "respond to it". So, if this was your idea, thanks for the inspiration!
Disclaimer: Oh, what a shock, I don't own anything.
Summary: There it was--their most personal business on display for the whole squad…and possibly the whole world if they didn't act quickly
Earlier that day, a large envelope had arrived at the precinct addressed to Olivia. Inside it was a videotape that appeared to be homemade. She put it to the side, figuring that it was some vulgar threats from some recently paroled convict. She sent it to Video Processing Unit, so the criminal could be arrested for violation of parole. It was a normal occurrence for the detective. She was constantly receiving threatening messages from perps with whom she had the pleasure of interrogating in the past.
Later on, a call came in from the VPU. All that the woman said on the other line was that the unit had reviewed that tape and they were sending it back to her with a strong recommendation that she watch it. Alone. After Olivia had finished her case file load for the day, she finally got around to watching the tape. She went into the backroom and popped in the VHS. What she got was the shock of her life…
It was what appeared to be a surveillance tape taken inside her apartment. How they hell did they get this? She wondered angrily. After a few moments of what appeared to be just images of her cleaning her house, lighting candles, and softly singing to herself, the doorbell rang on the tape. Crap. Olivia thought as she quickly remembered the events of that particular night. She watched herself quickly answer the door, and again she watched as the stunning blonde ADA walked into her apartment. The sound quality was impeccable, and Olivia concluded that the microphone must have been planted closer to the door than the camera was. The tape had obviously edited, there was a rough cut to Olivia and Alex sitting on the couch and talking. The camera looked as if it was right on her coffee table. The angle was such that she could clearly see the sparkles that were in Alex's crystal blue eyes. She sighed quietly, as she knew what was coming next. That night, several weeks ago was the first time she and Alex had sex. They had been dancing around the issue practically from the minute the two women were introduced to each other. They had become fast friends, occasionally going out for a drink. It wasn't for another year before the two women kissed each other for the first time, and even that was shy and innocent.
This was their special night. They had officially been dating for a month and Olivia wanted to make the night special for Alex. She made dinner, she lit candles, and she even made a CD full of songs that reminded her of her girlfriend. The tape showed none of that, only the intimate, private details that she had shared with no one, not even Elliot. Olivia willed herself to look at the screen once again. At this point, both she and Alex had their shirts completely off, and Alex was in the process of unhooking Olivia's bra while the two of them were engaged in a rousing game of tonsil hockey.
Olivia quickly got up and shut the tape off. Fuck. We're screwed. Just then she heard the door quickly open and close behind her. She looked only to find Alex standing there, in full court attire. She only confirmed Olivia's thoughts.
"We're screwed." She said simply, holding up an envelope identical to the one Olivia received.
A/N: should I continue? I already have a second chapter in the works. Read & review please!