Girlfriend

Summary: set WAY back in season two, right when Alex joins the squad. Somebody is jealous of Abbie! O/Ab later AO. Alex's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING---not the song, and certainly not the characters!

A/N: Sorry Abbie lovers, this one isn't for you! LOL! I can't decide if I like the song "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne, but this scenario came into my head and made me smile. Yeah, there aren't any flat-out lyrics in this, but some of the dialogue might look slightly familiar! Started as a oneshot and then grew. Not really sure how long this will end up being. Rated for language…for now.

I walked into the SVU squad room on my first day, and my jaw just about hit the floor. Sitting there at a desk, hands behind her head, was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Her eyes were like chocolate and she had hair cropped short. She was sitting with a few people, talking and laughing.

I was practically drooling when a shrill, annoying laugh interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, Olivia," the source of the noise said, putting a hand on the future Mrs. Cabot's shoulder, "You're too funny!"

I could immediately feel my face starting to heat up. Was I honestly getting mad at this raven-haired witch for flirting with a woman I didn't even know? Hell yes. I was fucking livid.

"I'm going to miss you guys too!" the woman cackled again. "It's not like I'll never see you again," she added a wink for emphasis toward the woman I was currently ogling—Olivia was her name, apparently.

Olivia smiled slightly. I swear I would pay to see her smile again. "I can't believe the Morris Commission wanted us to have our own ADA," she said. "Cragen had breakfast with her this morning…from what he said I can tell she is just going to be loads of fun." She added an eye roll, as if her sarcasm wasn't apparent enough in the first place.

I wish someone took a picture of the way my face fell in that moment. I seriously considered retreating…maybe I could tell Branch that I changed my mind? I did have breakfast with the Captain of the SVU that morning. I thought it actually went pretty well. I guess I thought wrong.

"Come on, Liv. She can't be all bad. I'm sure what ever mother fucking princess they sent here to baby sit you guys will do just as good of job as I have lately."

Olivia laughed. "Whatever you say, Abbie. Whatever you say."

It was then that the man in the desk opposite the two women noticed my presence.

"Hi," he said, his blue eyes flashing as he smiled at me, "I'm Detective Stabler. Are you here to report a sex crime?"

It took me a moment to realize that he was talking to me. "Um…no," I stuttered. "I believe I'm the 'mother fucking princess' to whom you were referring to."

The looking that passed Abbie's (as they called her, I just assumed that was her name) face was one that could only be described as "Oh shit."

The momentary embarrassment that she showed made me smile inwardly, although my expression was stoic.

"Catch you later," Abbie said to Olivia as she kissed her cheek and ran out of the squad room so fast I could almost see smoke coming from her heels.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that," Elliot offered, holding out a hand. "My name's Elliot."

"Alexandra Cabot." I said automatically, taking the hand that was offered.

"This," he said gesturing to Olivia, "is my partner, Olivia Benson."

For what seemed like the first time, she looked up from her water bottle. She smiled meekly. "Sorry, Alexandra." She mumbled, standing up to shake my hand.

I have no idea why, but something in the way she apologized made me think that she was truly sincere.

"It's fine," I managed, although the skin-to-skin contact made me feel as awkward as teenager asking a boy to her first Sadie Hawkins dance. "Please, call me Alex." I offered, even though the way she said Alexandra was so sexy I—pull it together, Cabot! This woman obviously doesn't even like you.

"You'll have to excuse Abbie—she was sort of looking at this position and she was totally pissed when Branch picked you. Have you met her?" Olivia asked, acting as if she wasn't completely mortified.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure." I said wryly. I mentally made a note to congratulate myself on my motor skills later, I couldn't believe I was functioning this well.

"Ah, the Carmichael charm," a man with a rather large nose and glasses said as he walked by—and continued to walk. I thought he seemed strange. I told myself to ask someone about him later.

"Carmichael?!" I said, before I could stop myself. Branch talked about this Carmichael person constantly. In his eyes, it seemed like she could do no wrong—I had no idea her name was Abbie.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Elliot asked.

"Um, not exactly. I've just heard her name mentioned a few times." I told him. Really, that was a lie. I'd heard the name about a bajillion times.

"Get used to it." Elliot said as he walked off, leaving me alone with Olivia. I swear if there was a picture next to the word "awkward" in the dictionary, it would be of Olivia and me standing there like total idiots.

"So," I said, not looking at Olivia. "Are you two like…a thing?" No, bad Alex! Bad girl! The second the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them. What the hell was I thinking? Why would I assume either woman was gay? Why do I talk before I think? Why am I not attempting to make a b-line for the door right now?

"Um, yeah." Olivia said, looking me right in the eye. I was forced to meet her gaze by some force I had no control over. "She's my girlfriend."

A/N: I SWEAR I haven't abandoned "A Year in the Life"…I'm just having trouble admitting that I have to write the last chapter! So I wrote this to take my mind off of it, and to help me ease out of one fic and into another. Also, I don't know if you've noticed, but Alex and Abbie have the exact same initials. You're all smart, so I'm sure you figured out that Ab is Abbie, right? Review and you shall receive more, my friends.