A synopsis of episode "Transitions" before Greylek mysteriously disappears: A man is brutally beaten outside of a strip club, with the man's ex-wife and 13-year-old transgender daughter Hailey as the prime suspects. Before the case gets to trial, Olivia and Elliot discover that it was Haley's guidance counselor who committed the crime. During the trial, Greylek uncovers that the guidance counselor is also a transgender woman and that is why she tried to help Haley. In the end, the guidance counselor, Ms. Blain is sentenced to eight years in prison.

This is what happened directly after this case. I hope you enjoy.

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Olivia's Mistake:

I Need a Little Something

"Eight years in prison…I can't believe she was a he…" Elliot shook his head and then raised his stein of beer, taking a long swig. "I gotta hand it to you, Greylek…"

"Oh, yeah…what's that?" the wavy-haired attorney smiled broadly, the threesome already on a few rounds of alcohol. They were sitting at a high table for four on bar stools.

"Justice was served on this one…and how did you know…about Ms. Blain?"

"I don't reveal my sources…"

Olivia looked up now and caught eyes with the put-together attorney, feeling her eyes jump from inebriation. Kim smiled at her, but the brunette returned to her stoic position of hands cradling her own drink as she repeatedly dipped the straw in the liquid and continued trying, rather unsuccessfully, to pick up cubes with the thin, red straw. She had made it a sort of game—bored of the conversation, bored of the company, bored in general.

Olivia took a deep breath, feeling a yawn coming on and stifling it with her closed mouth, moaning into it. She was exhausted. No…she was exhausted and drunk. No…she was exhausted and drunk and horny as hell.

The woman was attractive, she had to admit. Olivia eyed her briefly once more, catching eyes with the ADA, for the fifty millionth time in the past couple of hours. She did have a great mouth—full lips, pink and soft, and nice teeth—and she had amazingly clear eyes, as well, great bone structure, and Olivia supposed that most would consider her attractive, perhaps even pretty.

However, Olivia had entered a point in her life that she no longer hoped or prayed or wished or pined for the stability of a long-lasting relationship. She no longer dreamed of a life of picket fences, beautiful landscaped gardens, soft linens with high thread counts, and a lovely smiling spouse and even lovelier and even broader smiling children.

She had, however, in the past several months, decided that she was going to begin being kinder to herself and her body and soul, and that included opening herself up to those around her. Alex wasn't coming back and she just had to get over that very pertinent fact. She needed to move on, to begin living again.

She had already had an intense, eight-week sexual affair with Dr. Kyle Beresford from Mercy Hospital a few months prior and she had been, at least, satisfied sexually for that time period. But nothing since then. It had been a dry spell for the past month and a half, using only her own hand and the magic of her little purple rabbit to get the job done during the times that her sexual frustration was too much to bear.

Since Alex had left five years prior, she had become a person that she wasn't proud of—angry, bitter, resentful, mean. Her days were filled with a vengeance and unrelenting desire to put all bastards away and let them rot in jail. Everyone was guilty in her mind and she had been called a bitch more in the past five years than in her entire life. And that wasn't a title that the detective enjoyed having as part of her character profile.

Even Elliot had noticed the change in her. He had tried, many times in vain, to get her to open up, to let him in on what was going on with her, but she never felt comfortable talking to him about it. Besides, he never knew of she and Alex's relationship, of their affair, of their intimate bubble that they had created before she had left so abruptly.

He knew none of it. In fact, he knew nothing of her desire for women, either, and she would just assume keep it from his judgmental gaze and mind, anyway.

But that was a different story.

She returned her eyes to her glass, stirring and watching as the ice cubes became smaller and smaller.

Greylek now continued, her speech slightly slurred in contrast to the eloquence she usually portrayed in the courtroom, "I think I'm finally getting the hang of the way things run in SVU…" Kim smiled at Elliot and raised her own glass of amaretto sour on the rocks. "To the SVU squad…"

"Liv?" Elliot questioned.

Olivia looked up, noticing both her partner and Kim were waiting for her. Almost begrudgingly, she raised her glass and quickly clinked with the other two before swigging the remainder of the contents, melted ice and all, of her fourth bourbon on the rocks. "I'm gonna go…" she claimed, standing now, wavering slightly, and then took her gray jacket from the bar stool and began trying to slip it on, having trouble with her second arm.

"Looks like you might need some help, Detective…" Kim's voice was close now, right next to her, invading her space.

Olivia looked up, still struggling to put her other sleeve on, the ADA right next to her, smirking, taking the fabric of the collar into her fingers.

"Nice perfume, Benson…" she oozed, practically purring.

Olivia looked up again, brown meeting light blue, the brunette's fingers now, finally, making it to the arm hole of her jacket. Kim Greylek was definitely flirting.

"I was just gonna leave, too…" Kim began. "Maybe we can take a cab together…"

Olivia closed her eyes briefly, finally slipping her other arm through the jacket hole with the help of the prosecutor. "Thanks…" she declared softly before she began fishing in her right pocket for her keys. "Wh—yeah…I guess…"

The trio made their way through the bar and then out the doors and into the cool night air before all standing on the sidewalk. Olivia looked to the left and leaned forward checking to see if a taxi was on its way. There happened to be three headed their way.

Thank God. Olivia closed her eyes again. Did I really just think that? Olivia opened her eyes before she lost her balance. God, I'm really drunk. The ground seemed to be moving.

"You want me to drive you, Liv?" Elliot questioned. "It's no problem, really…"

Do I want a ride? Or do I want a cab with Kim? That's a damn good question, Elliot.

She looked at the golden-haired lawyer once more and saw something in her eyes—lust? Carnality? Sexual confidence? All of the above? And decided what the hell. She needed something tonight and, judging from the look in her eyes, she was fairly sure that Kim felt the same.

Why not?

"No, El…it's OK…here's a cab…" The taxi pulled up alongside the curb. "I'll see you tomorrow…"

Ever the gentleman, Elliot opened the rear taxi door and Olivia slipped inside first, Kim following, before he shut the door behind them, waving as the car slowly began down the street.

"Where to?" the cabbie questioned.

Olivia looked over at Kim, whose eyebrows were raised, a smile on her face. "Where to?" Olivia asked.

Kim smiled more broadly now and leaned forward toward the front seat, her gaze never leaving Olivia. "47th and 11th…"

Olivia raised her own brows. "Hell's Kitchen?" How appropriate, Olivia thought to herself, smiling. She shook her head and leaned back now, looking out of the window, watching the other cars and buildings pass by.

A hand on her knee and she looked down to find Kim's hand clenching her leg now, moving slowly upward, her squeezing continuing.

"So strong, Detective…your thigh is just…I can imagine how the rest of you is…I've been watching you in these black jeans all week…"

Olivia closed her eyes again. God, she couldn't do this. Not with Kim Greylek. She didn't even like the woman. She abhorred her, actually. Very much. "You know, what…I think we need to drop me off at my place. This was a ba—"

Soft lips on her mouth now and a firm pressure on her left breast, thumb dancing along her nipple through her clothing. The combination of the two sensations had Olivia moaning, her body primed for a sexual experience. Kim's mouth opened now, her warm tongue entering her own mouth—skilled movements letting the brunette know exactly what she could do with her adept muscle.

"Jesus…" Olivia breathed after the kiss finally broke and she tilted her head back now, leaning against the headrest of the back seat, as the ADA's tongue began exploring her neck.

"Still wanna go home, detective?" Kim whispered.

Olivia didn't say anything. She couldn't. She was so ready now—her body was a coil full of potential energy, just waiting for its big release, ready to spring into action.

Instead, a whimper escaped her mouth and she heard Greylek mumble softly, "That's what I thought…"

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A/N:

Hi there! I know, it's not an Alex and Olivia chapter, but it is something that happened with Olivia when Alex was "gone". Although this took place right before she shows up in "Lead".

"Olivia's Mistake" will be a few chapters long and will explain the two weekends that Olivia spent with Kim Greylek before Alex came back.

I hope you enjoy.