'Youth'

Sequel to my previous fic 'Model Behaviour' – with a short time lapse in between. Another case/Alex & Olivia storyline – but this time I'm feeling a little omnipotent, a little malevolent... let's see what happens, shall we? I'd like to try and update once a week, nice and regular like, but not too frequent or I won't get any work done. So once a week, every Wednesday, until we're done? Let's try it. Enjoy!

Oh, and bonus points if you can tell me what the name of chapter one is a reference to!

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Chapter ONE – Gang Aft Agley

"Come on sweetie... you know I love you..." The alleyway was dark, and the two sixteen-year-olds had poured out of a diner on the upper west side – only to duck into the alleyway to fool around somewhere private. The guy's hands were on the girl's thighs, she held them still to stop them travelling further.

"I'm not ready Brad! Besides, if my parents found out they would kill me!"

"Don't you love me?" Asked 'Brad', his voice filled with manipulating reproach, as he turned away and started poking the garbage bags with his toe.

"Oh course I love you but I am not losing my virginity in a fricking alleyway! Brad... Brad, what is it?"

"Call... call the police"

"What?" She came closer. "Oh my God! Is that..."

"Call 9-1-1!"

- - -

Alex let out a gasp of pleasure as Olivia's hand slipped up her skirt, pressing on where she was hottest. She fought back, kissing, tugging, laughing, gasping as Olivia lifted her onto the edge of the desk, pushing her legs apart. What had started with lingering glances had culminated into fevered, guilty kissing in Alex's locked office.

As Olivia's finger pushed the small line of fabric aside, Alex stopped trying to gain the upper hand, and concentrated instead on not screaming out as Olivia ran her fingers up and down Alex's pussy, whispering in her ear.

"Have you been this wet for me all day?" She purred, getting a moan from Alex in return.

"Inside me, Olivia... now..." breathed Alex, her heart pounding, her mind totally blank as she felt Olivia's fingertips edge into her. She spread her legs further apart, begging for entry, desperately trying to push forward and get Olivia further inside her. She heard Olivia's little gasps in her ear at the slick wetness that demanded to be seen to, and couldn't help but moan, deep in the back of her throat.

A persistent beeping brought Alex out of the deeply enjoyable feeling – and brought Olivia's hand out from between her legs.

"Fuck... fuck! Shit, shit – I have to-" Alex nodded, numbly; heart still pounding and a still totally unsatisfied feeling between her legs. Olivia didn't have to say the 'g' word. "Tonight?" Asked Olivia, looking hopeful.

"Maybe"

Almost at the door, Olivia paused, turned, licked her two wet fingertips slowly, revelling in the taste of Alex. "Mm... guess I'll have to finish that off later huh?"

Alex smiled, stepped forward and pulled Olivia in by her shirt for one more long kiss. She could taste herself in Olivia's mouth... It was such a strong, unmistakable taste – probably now noticeable on both of their breath. Alex didn't care – she desperately wanted to be able to taste Olivia now too. She would have to wait.

Olivia left, and Alex glanced at her watch. Tonight – it was already past six. Olivia probably wouldn't be done for hours. Alex sighed. Might as well get some work done...

- - -

"What is it?" Asked Olivia, walking into the squad room. Elliot tossed her his car keys, which she caught on reflex.

"Upper west side, body in an alleyway. ME says it's for us. Fin's already there, but Munch has got anthrax or something so I said we'd catch it."

"Right" Said Olivia. They were walking and talking – almost out of the building already. "Why am I driving?"

"Because I don't want to, and, if you do, I'll let you get away early so you can run the four blocks between the scene and Alex's apartment." He said, dryly.

Olivia beamed and got into the car. At the prospect of seeing Alex tonight, Elliot could say jump and she would respond with 'how high?'

- - -

"What have we got?" Asked Elliot as they flashed their badges and stepped under the yellow tape. Warner stood up from where she had been crouching next to a freshly wrapped body bag.

"Little girl, I'd guess no more than six. She was in a black trash bag that ripped. Her arm was poking out when she was found."

"Abused?" Asked Olivia, watching as the body bag was taken away by the ME's team.

"Not physically, but most probably sexually. No panties, and there were small bruises on her legs – the kind left by fingers pressing very hard on the skin."

"Don't suppose there was any id?" Said Elliot, hopefully.

"Six year olds don't carry id." Sighed Olivia, answering Elliot to save Warner the trouble. "She should come up on missing persons."

"I canvassed the diner on that side and the pizza on that side" Said Fin, coming into the alley and pointing to the brick walls either side. "No one saw anything unusual but there is CCTV of the street right outside. Might get something from that but it's dark – I'm not gonna hold my breath."

"Ok. You got a COD yet?" Elliot asked Warner.

"No visible bullet or stab wounds, no head trauma. I'll do a thorough exam but there's a triple homicide I need to get through first."

"Can you put a rush on it?" Olivia pleaded. Warner shrugged.

"Call me in the morning, I'll see what I can do"

"Great, in the meantime we can search missing persons." Said Olivia. Elliot looked at her.

"Why don't you go see to your... 'wife'" He said, quietly. Olivia just blinked at him.

"I could say the same to you!"

Elliot shrugged. "Kathy's visiting her sister, the kids are at sleepovers. You just worked a three day case – I saw you nap maybe once. Hey Fin!" He called. "You and me – we'll start this one."

"Sure. You heading off?" He asked Olivia, who looked at Elliot.

"Yeah. I'll be in early tomorrow to get the results from the ME."

"We'll try and get an id by then." Said Fin. "You need a ride?"

"No, thanks, I can walk it. See you" She turned and left.

"Isn't Olivia's place a bit of a long walk?" Asked Fin as he went with Elliot to the car.

"She's not going to her place" Said Elliot, shortly. Fin raised his eyebrows, feigning shock.

"You mean – Detective Benson is seeing someone?"

"Yeah, and if they don't see each other for more than a few days they both get cranky – and believe me, that's bad for all of us."

Fin looked at Elliot, who seemed to be only half joking.

"She ain't doing it just to spite you" He said. Elliot rolled his eyes, and said nothing.

- - -

"Cabot"

"How soon can you get to your apartment?"

"At this time? Twenty minutes?" Guessed Alex, leaning back in her chair. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, Elliot let me go. I'm three blocks from your place" Said Olivia, crossing Amsterdam and almost getting run over for her troubles.

"Have you got your key?" Asked Alex. Olivia smiled, remembering how – last week – Alex had, completely unprompted and without saying anything, made Olivia a copy of her apartment key and slipped it to her at work.

"Yeah. Want me to pick up something to eat?"

"Mm, yes please" Just as Alex was beginning to be filled with a new, positive energy on a long and tiring day, Liz Donnelly walked in. Without knocking, of course.

"Alex, I need you to go over the Kimley docket with me."

Alex, covering the phone mouthpiece with her hand, looked pleadingly at Donnelly. "Can it wait, Liz?" Then – when Donnelly looked unimpressed and raised one eyebrow, "The arraignment isn't for two weeks – Judge Seligman postponed it"

"And I'm on leave from Saturday, I don't want to have to do it when I get back."

It was all Alex could do to stop herself having a tantrum.

"Ok. Fine." She waited for Donnelly to leave – or at least pretend not to listen so she could finish her call, but Donnelly made no attempt to move. "I'm going to have to take a rain check on dinner" she said, quietly. "Let yourself in, have something to eat. I'll be there when I can. I'm really sorry"

"Don't worry - I understand, Alex. See you later."

"Bye..." Alex hung up, trying not to shoot Donnelly evil looks.

"Plans with your girlfriend?" Said Donnelly, entirely unphased and (Alex noticed after getting over the shock) without really caring.

"How did you..."

Donnelly snorted. "Oh Alex, please. Now, docket."

Alex, feeling a little butchy and a lot exposed, got out the case files and started talking Donnelly through them.