Disclaimer: Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot do not belong to me. I think that we all know that if they did, this would have happened on the show… Carmichael is not mine either, but I have always wanted to put her into a story of mine, so yeah… I did it! Yay!

A/N: I tried something new with this one… It's a three chapter long little something that I came up with in about two hours.. For every chapter, you guys get a different POV. First chapter is Olivia's POV, the second is Abbie's, and the third will be Alex's POV… The chapters get longer as they progress for some reason..

A/N2: I simply cannot be the only one who has wanted to see Abbie and Alex compete for Olivia's affection, am I right? (Anyone worried about who wins… I mean, c'mon… who will I always and forever pair with Olivia Benson?!) Enjoy and let me know what you think, okay? Thanks!

No Competition

-iheartSVUandNCIS

From the waist down, I'm ready to go. I have slipped into a great pair of black slacks, and by great, I mean that they hug my hips and cling to my ass and thighs beautifully. Wanting to add a touch of femininity to my otherwise masculine attire, I am wearing a pair of black high heels.

I can't help but smile to myself. My inner butch put up one hell of a fight when I was in Bloomingdale's the other day, trying them on, but there's a softer side of me that I simply cannot deny… and that side of me won. I swiped my Visa, spending a week's pay on a pair of heels that, in my opinion, make this outfit.

I walk over to my bed where my clothes are laid out, picking up a dark red dress shirt. I slip it on then button it up. The next thing I grab is the black satin vest, and once it is in place, I shrug a black blazer on and walk over to look at myself in the mirror.

Prime dyke real estate…

I laugh to myself, recalling what my hairdresser, Nikki, dubbed me this morning. Knowing that it was meant as a compliment, I smiled, and after tipping her well, I walked out of her salon with a confident swagger.

My make up is barely there, just enough to accentuate my eyes, and my hair is flawless, short and spiked up in the front with lighter browns and dirty blonde highlights. Never one for lipstick, I chose a flirty shade of light red lip gloss. I smack my lips noisily and laugh to myself.

I reach out and grab a bottle of perfume, spraying it into the air a few times then walking under the cool mist. It's important to smell good, but it's even more important not to overdo it.

I'm going out tonight, for the first time in too long, I'm not on call. Even though I will have my cell phone with me, I'm not going to have it turned on. Tonight's about one thing, and one thing only…

Dancing.

I haven't been to a gay and lesbian club in years. When I was in college, you couldn't keep me out of them. Every Friday and Saturday night, I could be found having one hell of a time at any bar or club with a rainbow on its sign.

Once I became a cop, I slowed down, and eventually came to a complete stop. My job consumed me… until I got a phone call last week from Abbie Carmichael.

I don't know what to call Abbie. We were never serious about each other, just serious about the sex. We never made anything official, and when she headed to DC, I wished her all the best and haven't really thought about her all that much. Apparently, she has missed me… and her spending a couple of days in New York is a guarantee that I am going to have at least one amazing night this week.

I slip my cell phone into my pocket, grab my keys and head out the door, feeling almost as anxious as I am nervous. I'm always but never really ready for her. Abbie Carmichael is a lot of things, and among the list I have made over the years, topping that list is a wild ride…

Exiting the cab that got me from my apartment to P.R.I.D.E., I hand my driver a twenty and tell him to keep the change.

"Knock 'em dead, hot stuff…" He says, and I laugh.

When I step into the club, I spot Abbie immediately, and she throws her hand up and waves at me. I head in her direction while looking her over.

Tight black leather pants, a white tank top, and a pair of fuck me hard biker boots…

Correction: tonight might end up being about more than just dancing…