So, I must thank Molly for being so kind and beta this piece. If you're interested, I wrote this listening to "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. Listen while you read. :oD
Disclaimer: Law & Order SVU belongs to Dick Wolf, I'm making no money with this, so please don't sue me, I'm poor. xD
Olivia was sitting on the floor, surrounded by old pictures; the same ones she promised she wouldn't look at anymore. The ones she kept on a chest under the bed.
They were pictures that, together, would tell a lovestory. One of the pictures showed a tall blue-eyed blond smiling, as she opened a birthday gift. In another, Olivia had this sweet smile, with her chin on the blond's shoulder, who also smiled as they looked to the camera. There were pictures of them at the beach, on a weekend, and one of her favorites: walking at the Central Park, holding hands. She thanked Elliot for that picture.
Three years, and Alex Cabot was finally back to New York. After three long years, she could come back to her life, without the fear of Velez or his scumbags coming for her. Olivia wondered if Alex ever thought of her. With the phone in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other, with a phone number written in pencil, that Elliot handed her, she tried to get the guts to call Alex.
She was a little drunk and knew she wouldn't make that phone call without making a complete fool of herself. Even though, she needed to hear Alex's voice. She needed it. "Do you think of me at all?" that was what she needed to ask Alex, but not all that she wanted too.
Olivia threw the phone on the bed and took a picture from the floor. Alex was wearing an old t-shirt that belonged to Olivia. She was sitting on the couch with a mug of tea in her hands, and a book opened in her lap, taking a nap. The clock on the table showed it was 1:15 am, but Olivia couldn't remember when that picture was taken.
The keys of her apartment hadn't changed since Alex left. Olivia wished Alex to come back to her, or tried to talk to her, anything. She wished Alex to do what she used to do when she had to work late, and just show up, without calling. She needed Alex.
The pictures scattered around the floor were the only witnesses of Olivia's hurt. It was 1:15 am and she couldn't sleep. Those pictures, telling a lovestory of the past, and Olivia swore to herself she would never cry over Alexandra Cabot again. One of the pictures got her eyes. Someone had taken it for them. They were waiting to watch "Wicked," Alex's favorite play, and it showed Alex posing like Galinda, whispering in Olivia's ear.
The tears were streaming down Olivia's cheeks, and she couldn't tell if they were because of that sad feeling of knowing Alex was back, or if it was just the deception Alex gave her for not coming to talk to her. Maybe it was both. She dropped the picture on the floor, beside of the piece of paper Elliot gave her. The bottle of whisk half empty.
The worst of all for her was not the knowledge that Alex was back, but to finally realize how lonely she felt. I need you now, Alex.
I need you