Olivia's grin spread from ear to ear, a playful glint tinting her hazel eyes. "Are you suggesting that we skip our paperwork for more...personal...work..." She whispered lightly, pushing herself from her seat and walking around the wooden desk, to the woman now in front of her. "...Counselor?" She finally finished, fingers brushing against the blonde woman's cheeks which were now deep scarlet from blushing.

Alex smirked back, taking off her glasses as she folded them, setting them on to the desk. Even such a simple move, when made by Alex Cabot, turned into something graceful and breath-taking. At least, Olivia thought so. "I do believe that was the inclination." Even when she was so desperately fighting the urge to push Olivia onto that desk and ravish her, she could talk like one of society's finest.

Olivia's breath caught as she leaned forward, picking up the faint scent of vanilla and roses. Alex's scent. Then their lips collided in a hurried and wanting way, followed by Alex wrapping her arms around Olivia's waist. She, on the other hand, tangled her hands through Alex's hair, deepening the kiss. "Liv" Alex managed to moan out through the kiss.

"Liv..."

"Liv?"

"Wake up, Liv!"Olivia was awoken with a start as she felt a heavy hand smack her head, non too lightly. Her eyes opened quickly, everything appearing to her in blurs and muted colors. Ugh, it had all been a dream. There had been no late-night office assignment. There had been to Alex. More importantly, there had been no Alex-and-herself.

"You sleep like a rock, woman." Came the slurred voice from over her. No, there was only Roger ; her latest boyfriend. She could already smell the alcohol thick on his breath. She was actually meaning to break up with him tomorrow. Today? God, what time was it? She managed to make sense of the digital alarm clock after a few seconds of intense staring. Three in the morning. Oh, joy.

She had been dating Roger for three months now, and he had been living with her for a week. It was within this week that she had learned of his heavy drinking when night rolled around. That, in turn, was the reason for her breaking up with him. That, and his increasing aggitation over the week. "Go back to bed, honey." She sleepily said, clearing her throat slightly, rolling onto her back so she could face him. Even his facial expression screamed 'drunk'.

He frowned deeply, eyebrows knitting together. Leaning down, he placed light kisses on her neck. "But Livia..." He stretched out the end of her nickname (one which she hated, and numerous times said so) like a whinning child. He was kneeling next to her on the bed, now.

Olivia merely rolled her eyes, attempting to ignore him. "I've had a long week, honey. Just go to bed and we'll talk in the morning." She tried again. They had worked a tough case the entire week, wrapping it up just yesterday. Late nights all week and this was the first chance of sleep she, and the rest of the group, had gotten. Not to mention she had to go to work in about five hours, anyways. Her train of thought was suddenly halted when plain exploded around her eye, causing her to yelp in pain, immediately alert.

Rogers had hit her.

She sat up immediately, cursing as her fingers brushed around her cheek, only to be drawn quickly away in pain. That was definitely going to be a bad black-eye. "What the hell's the matter with you? Get out!" She yelled, sleep all but forgotten. Rogers, however, merely grinned, pushing her back down by the shoulder, putting his entire weight into it.

"What's the matter, don't like it rough, Livia?" That look in his eyes, she had seen it before. In all the perps they had ever dealt with. That same predatorial look, that was now in Roger's eyes. She mentally cursed now, assessing the situation as quickly as possible. Her gun was on the nightstand, but she highly doubted she would need it. He was beyond drunk. The grip on her shoulder was already loosening from lack of focus.

Just like she remembered from basic training, she flipped around, out of his grasp, already on her feet as she took his arm and brought it behind his back. She grabbed the handcuffs that were also on her nightstand, slapping them around his wrist. Without much difficulty she already had his other arm behind his back and in the same position. "What the hell?" He was yelling now, obviously thrown for a loop. She merely left him laying on the bed, eyes narrowed dangerously. "You've just assaulted an officer of the law." With that she walked out, already headed for the bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed she already had a black eye forming, different shades of blue and black appearing. Just great. She had to call someone to open the station house. She didn't want to call Elliot. He'd more then likely go into big-brother mode and beat the guy into a bloody pulp. Cragen didn't need to know just yet, either. Then the thought occured to her, and she punched the speed dial on her cellphone.

It rang a few times, before it clicked through. "Cabot."

Olivia paused a moment. "Alex, it's Olivia." She started unsure of how to go from there.

"Olivia, what can I do for you?" It sounded like Alex was still up, doing paperwork, most likely. If cops rarely slept, then district attorneys didn't sleep at all.

"Could you meet me at the station house...I have a sort of, situation." She slowly said.

There was a long pause. "Is everything alright, Olivia?" She sound generally concerned, which surprised Olivia.

"Yeah, I'm fine Alex. I'll be there in twenty. Thanks."