Title: Five Reasons
Author: No Wishing on the Never Star
Summary: There are five reasons why she's greatly missed around the one-six precinct. [AO
Genre: Romance / Drama
Rating: Rated T
Warnings: Embraces moderate femmeslash between two consenting adult females.
Disclaimer: I'd give almost anything in the world for these two beautiful women... No, not as sex slaves lol. Believe me, a girl can dream, can't she?
SHOUT-OUT to Oktoberlibra (we should chat again, sometime soon).
Author's Note: I've been feeling a bit. . . Romantic and soft-hearted, to say the least, for awhile now and I have no explanation for it, either. I'm usually putting on the "tough-girl-don't-fuck-with-me" act, but for some odd and unusual reason, I'm not right now. This is just a way for me to vent it positively. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Five Reasons
Olivia's P.o.V.
There are five reasons why she's greatly missed around the one-six precinct.
1. Oh, those eyes, those beautiful crystal blues that always brightened my day no matter how horrible it might have been. They burned with a fiery intensity when she watched in on an interrogation, when she dealt with the pedophiles and rapists, when she was truly disgusted at the thought of the perps getting away with their heinous crimes. They sparkled when she ascended the levels of climax inevitably leading to her sweet release. I'll miss those cerulean orbs staring into mine when we kissed, when we held each other, when we talked and when we made love.
2. Her hair. I loved sifting my fingers through her long blonde strands while I watched her sleeping beside me or while I held her small frame in my arms. I loved the feel of her hair tickling my tummy when she brushed her lips across my body. I miss the smell of her shampoo and conditioner; I even bought the exact brand she used and I keep them on the bedside table, sniffing the aroma every once in a random while. I loved the way the sunlight made it glitter and sparkle.
3. Her smile. Oh God, how she could light up a room with her beautiful smile. She didn't smile quiet often enough as I would have liked; I wanted her to be happy but it's kind of hard to be a lawyer for the prosecution at the same time, considering the work we do.
4. Her smell; it still lingers in the stale air of my apartment, reminding me that she was once real, reminding me that she was once mine. The faint scent mixes with the scent of my leather jacket; the one she bought me for my thirty-fifth birthday exactly two years ago to this day. The same one that is hanging on the back of my chair.
5. Her DNA. She was forced to leave me while I was pregnant with our child. I knew it was out of her control, but we didn't know the IVF had worked at the time. There was no way she could've out-ran Velez, so to speak.
I take a loving look over at our child, who's sitting on the carpeted floor giggling at me, surrounded by recently bought stuffed animals–gifts from Captain, John, Fin, and Elliot & Kathy–and a few scattered warm blankets and soft pillows. At least once a week someone from the squad brings our little girl a toy or gift of some sort even though I tell them that she has enough. Our baby girl, and I see you in her in everything she does. She has your beautiful smile, the way her nose scrunches up when she laughs is a mimic of you. She has my brown hair in bouncy curls, but she has your cerulean blue eyes. She has my nose but has your skin tone.
I walk over to our one year old daughter and watch her outstretch her arms up to me, reaching out to me with a giggle-whimper. I pick her up out of her playpen, the one the guys had set up for me when they found out I was pregnant around two years ago so I could watch over my daughter because I couldn't afford a babysitter, and coo, "Aww, is someone ready for their nap?"
I walk across the room and sit at my desk, cradling my only child to my chest after first taking off her glasses and folding them on my some-what messy desk. She sleepily yawned and her little chubby hand instinctly reaches for the heart-shaped locket that I always wear around my neck, with your picture in one side and hers in the other. She grasps it with her short pale fingers and brings it to her sleep-reddening cheek, unconsciously nuzzling the cool metal against her baby soft skin. I smile; this is what you used to do in your sleep when I held you to me in bed at night.
I lean back in my reclining chair and rub our little girl's back, lulling her to sleep in our usually quiet bullpen. Captain walks steps out of his office and spies us instantly. He stands behind me and kisses my baby's head, whispering, "G'night Little One. Give Grandpa kisses." I smile up at him and he lightly squeezes my shoulder. He places a soft kiss to my forehead and murmurs, "Don't stay too late now, Olivia. I'll see you later. . . Daughter." My smile broadens and I look down at my daughter when he exits the entrance.
With a kiss to the top of her head, her forehead unreachable because she had burrowed her face into my chest, I whisper, "Night-night, Alene. Sweet dreams baby, Momma loves you."
Obsessed?–Eh, maybe a little. Over the love of my life?–Never, not even possible in my eyes.
REMEMBER: Alex and Liv didn't know the IVF had worked until AFTER Alex was FORCED to leave.
So. . . The inevitable question: How was it? Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Too cute and happy towards the end? Or too sad? Lemme know. Reviews are appreciated greatly here. Thanks. If something didn't make sense to you, feel free to ask me and I'll answer your question(s) to the best of my knowledge in a review-reply. Once again, thanks everyone.
Author's note: Cragen took over the "Grandpa" role for Olivia and Alex's daughter, Alene Alexandra Benson-Cabot. He also took over the role of Olivia's "Father." too. Of course, Kathy and Melinda are the aunts and Elliot, Odafin, and John are the uncles.
Happy Holidays to everyone and anyone who celebrates.