Here is a Law and Order SVU story, based off the popular book "Fifty Shades of Grey" entitled "Shades of Blue" which was sent to me by a fellow Twitter user. This is Chapter 1. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Please review.
I sit up in bed and yawn. The sunlight is streaming in through the one window in the bedroom. I have forgotten to close the curtains.
It is seven AM on this beautiful Monday morning. I get out of bed and walk over to the mirror to take a look at my hair. Surprisingly, it has stayed quite neat, considering that I slept for eight hours. I yawn once more, not wanting to be awake this early.
But of course, I have to do something for Alexandra Cabot, the woman who's been living in this apartment with me for the last four years.
It's not like Alex is a bad person. She's quite wonderful. There's just been several times where I have to do something for her because she's unable to it herself. And she just had to pick today to be sick.
Alex is my roommate. She's the same age as me, and we're both graduating college next week. Final exams are right around the corner. We've been studying for them for the last three weeks, and I feel like we should be spending more time preparing for them. It's not like we'll have time to redo the exams if we fail them. We'll just be stuck in college for another year if we do.
As I'm combing my hair, I become aware of a retching sound. I walk into the bathroom and find Alex leaning over the toilet, vomiting.
"Hey…" she says in a croaked voice. She looks incredibly pale. Her forehead's got sweat on it and it looks like she's dying in those thin pajamas she always wears. "So sorry."
"It's ok," I reply. "You had no idea that you were going to be sick today. Do you need me to get you anything?"
"A pillow and some medicine. I think I'm going to be here for a while. I hope my stomach can stop acting up enough for me to make it to the couch."
Alex somehow picked up a bad case of the stomach flu the night before she's supposed to go to a job interview in Brooklyn. All I know is that this job has something to do with a law firm called Stabler & Haden. Apparently, Alex has been doing so well in college that this law firm has offered her a job as an intern. This company has a special relationship with our university, City University of New York.
"Thank you so much for doing this," Alex tells me after I hand her the pillow and medicine to help calm her upset stomach. "I would have liked to reschedule this interview, but apparently, it would take several months."
"It's fine," I say.
"I left the papers on the table for you. It includes your resume, cover letter, and other important documents. Even though I wasn't feeling well, I made sure that they were complete."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Alex really is one of my closest friends. I am glad that she is my roommate because it has been such an experience getting to know her and she's had my back since freshman year of college.
Alex is nice enough that she has lended me her vehicle for the drive to the law building. I think my car-an old Toyota I had named Dorothy-wouldn't do too well. I really need to get myself a new car because I'm definitely going to need one once I get a job.
I enter through the doors of Stabler & Haden. This building is at least 10 floors high with dozens of glass windows looking down towards the streets of Brooklyn.
I walk up to the front desk. I'm still holding the folder of papers Alex typed up for me. I remind myself that I need to get her a thank-you gift for typing up the papers, even though she was not feeling 100 percent.
"May I help you?" asks a woman.
"Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Stabler. Olivia Benson, taking Alexandra Cabot's place," I reply.
"Mr. Stabler will be ready shortly. You may take a seat over in the waiting area and someone will come to you when he's ready."
I walk over to the waiting area and sit down in one of the comfortable chairs. I pick up a magazine and start reading through it.
"Ms. Benson?" I hear a voice say.
I set the magazine back down on the table. There's another woman standing in front of me.
"Mr. Stabler is ready to see you know. Take the elevator up to the eighth floor and his office is the third door on your left. You can just go right in," the woman continues.
The woman hands me a visitor badge. I clip it onto the base of my blouse. I then take a deep breath and start walking towards the elevator. I'm kind of nervous. I wonder what this Mr. Stabler is like.
After arriving on the eighth floor, I find the office I'm looking for and step inside.
"Ms. Cabot?" Mr. Stabler asks, slightly confused. "I'm Elliot Stabler. Please, have a seat."
"Um…" I say after sitting down. "Ms. Cabot isn't able to make it, so I was sent instead."
Mr. Stabler seems quite young. And attractive. He's wearing a black suit jacket with gold cufflinks and a white, no-iron shirt. His pants match the same color as his suit jacket. He wears a pair of designer shoes on his feet. I take another deep breath and prepare to speak.
"And you are?" Mr. Stabler asks me.
"I'm Olivia Benson. I'm studying Law with Alexandra, excuse me, Ms. Cabot, at CUNY," I reply. I notice that Mr. Stabler doesn't look that much older than 28. "Lovely view you have from up here."
"I agree with you, Ms. Benson."
There is a slight awkward silence that fills the room.
"I'm sorry," I say. "I've never had a job interview before. I'm just a little nervous."
"It's perfectly fine. You may take as much time as you need. Did Ms. Cabot tell you about this interview?"
"Yes. It was for an internship. I do have some questions for you, Mr. Stabler."
"Ask away."
"Do you feel powerful knowing that you're the owner of a law firm?"
"There are over 20,000 people working for me. I guess you could say I have a bit of power. But I tend to not let it show."
"Outside of your work, what do you like to do?"
"I have several interests, Ms. Benson. Maybe sometime, I'll show them to you."
"Have you ever given up a lot of time with family to be here at your work?"
"Yes. I have an adopted brother, Trevor, and a younger adopted sister, Amanda. My mother lives in NYC. She got remarried after my father died."
There is a knock on the door. Ugh, I hate interruptions. The woman who had handed me my badge stepped inside.
"Pardon me, I'm sorry for interrupting. You have another meeting in three minutes," she says.
"I'm not done with my current meeting, so you can cancel the next one," Mr. Stabler replies. After she leaves, he turns back to me. "So, Ms. Benson, where did we leave off? Oh, that's right."
He takes a deep breath before continuing to speak. "What do you plan to do after you graduate college?"
"Trying to find a job in either a law firm or work in the Special Victims Unit as a detective," I reply. "I've been thinking about my final exams a lot."
"If you want the internship until you can find a full or part-time job, it's yours."
I'm a little shocked by what he has just told me. Did he really just offer me the job that was supposed to go to Alex?
"I'll do a little thinking on it," I reply.
"Just call my secretary when you have your answer. I will get your message. Do you want to see a little bit of the building?"
"Um, I do have to drive back to my apartment in Manhattan, though. And I'm sure you have a lot of other things going on at the Firm."
"No, I actually don't. Today's been a pretty light day. But if you have to get going, then until we meet again, Ms. Benson."
"Thank you for the interview, Mr. Stabler," I say. "I'll just leave my papers here with you."
"Sounds good."
He extends his hand and I shake it. We don't say goodbye. I walk into the elevator.
"Elliot," I say without any introduction.
"Olivia," he replies.
The doors close and I'm going back down to the main floor. My mind is still trying to process what has just happened.