Okay this is my stab at a new one-shot please tell me what ya think!!!!

Olivia's POV


There are three kinds of drunk in my life; angry drunk, crazy drunk, and grieving drunk.

Angry drunks are by far the worst. My mother was one, and I've been told I am one too. Like mother, like daughter, right? Maybe that's why I don't really like the new ADA Greylick. Maybe I don't like her because she is just like me, willing to do anything to get the case solved. She's determined and hard-headed just like me. I've only seen her drunk once and she threw a vodka bottle at me. Maybe she's like my mother too?

Casey, Alex, and John are my crazy drunk friends. I love them to death but when they are drunk they should be checked into Belleview psych ward. Crazy drunks can be divided into three sub-categories: wild, loopy, and my personal favorite, paranoid. Alex was the wild one, no joke, im dead serious. Tough ass ADA Cabot is wild as hell when she's had one too many. (or several too many) Last time she got drunk, she ended up on judge Petrovsky's doorstep, minus a jacket, left shoe, and right earring, yelling angrily at the judge's cat about a warrant she needed. Did I mention it was 1 in the morning, in the dead of winter?

Casey is loopy when she's drunk. She cant form a decent sentence to save her life. She often ends up sitting on some strangers lap rambling about "hippos" and "duckies" which I have deciphered as meaning "pizza" and "sex". I have to keep a very close eye on her and who she wants to take home.

John, poor, poor, John. His parents must have dropped him on his head when he was a baby or something. He is my paranoid drunk. On New Years Eve, 2000, we sat in a bar and brought in the new year trying to convince John to come out from under the table and take the tin foil off his head. He claimed the CIA was "sending brain mashers through the air," and the obvious, "Every computer system will fail" crap of the Y2K paranoia.

Lastly is m only grieving drunk, Elliot. It's kinda shocking that he is a crier, but I guess since he's always angry, and crazy isn't his style. What's left? I've seen his drunk-sobbing state only once. After the Gitano case. From what I gathered, Cragen told him I had asked from a new partner and he showed up on my doorstep flat ass drunk and crying so hard, he couldn't see straight. Once I had finally calmed his sobs, I got him into a cold shower (not as fun as I imagined) and put him to sleep, half on the couch half on my lap. I shed a few tears with him that day. It killed me that I had caused him that much pain, but it was obvious we were too close. He let a few choice words slip and they could only hurt us.

The fact of the mater is that I learn more about my friends when they're drunk than when the boss-man makes us got to stupid, "understanding you co-worker" seminars, like the one we have to go to this weekend. Why don't they see that bars are just as good as any conference room with cheap stale donuts and crap instant coffee.

Fini~