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A/N 'Sup, peeps? I'm back with more AOey and Lilaness bliss. I highly, highly, HIGHLY suggest you read "Meet The Cabots" before reading this if you haven't done so already. Or if you really don't want to read an awesome, kick ass story conveniently located in my profile, it would be like picking up Goblet of Fire and starting from there. You'd understand it, it would just be more difficult and you wouldn't get all of it. Special shout out to SVUrookie, my kick ass and lovely beta, and once again, her profile is also continently located in my profile as well as my fave author's page if you want to check out her stories. They rock out loud. So enjoy the sequel, and if you're new to this series, then I hope you enjoy it, and if you've read the original MTC, then I hope you enjoy (AND REVIEW!!) this one as much as the first.
AC/DC owns Shook Me All Night Long, and Allison Krauss owns When You Say Nothing At All
Alex's and Olivia's Brownstone, 3:47 PM, June 2nd.
"It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart. Without saying a word, you can light up the dark. Try as I may, I could never explain, what I hear when you don't say a thing."
Alex sang along loudly with the tiny radio in the bathroom, rinsing the shampoo from her hair, the hot steam from the shower rising up around her.
Alex picked up the conditioner bottle and began to sing into it as if it were a microphone.
Little did she know that someone else was looking in at her, chuckling softly, already becoming aroused at the blonds dancing.
"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me! There's a truth in your eyes, saying you'll never leave me! The touch of your hand, says you'll catch me where ever I fall. You say it best, when you say nothing at all!"
The shower curtain was ripped open, and Alex screamed, dropping the bottle as she whipped around, her hands rose in a defensive position, but she instantly relaxed and smiled as she saw the culprit.
"Jesus, Liv, you scared me," Alex breathed as Olivia laughed, looking Alex up and down.
"Like I would ever let some guy spy at you in the shower. That's a private show only I am entitled to. I hope you were singing about me though," Olivia said as she stepped into the tub, the hot steam rising around them.
"Who else, baby?" Alex said, giving Olivia a quick kiss on the lips before picking up the conditioner bottle.
Olivia took it from her and twisted her around before pouring the cream in her own hand and began massaging it in her silky blond hair.
Alex groaned and threw her head back. "I love it when you do that."
"I love doing it to you," Olivia whispered as she kissed her shoulder, her tongue tracing tiny circles on Alex's skin.
Olivia rinsed it from her hair and then turned Alex around to face her, moving the hair from her face.
"You have no idea how much you turn me one," Olivia growled in her ear before her hands inched down Alex's back before grabbing her ass and squeezing.
Alex moaned as Olivia kissed Alex's neck, gently tugging on the skin, her hand moving up her back where they came around front, grabbing and squeezing Alex's breasts, running her thumb over her already hardened nipples as she watched her close her eyes and threw her head back, yearning for more contact.
"God, I love you," Alex whimpered as Olivia rubbed up against her.
"How much?" Olivia asked, her breathing hurrying as she all but slammed Alex into the shower wall, pinning her there, running one hand down her wet body.
"You have no idea!"
Olivia moved her mouth down from Alex's mouth to her jaw line to the hollow of her throat, gently sucking on it.
"Would you tell me anything?" Olivia whispered as she pushed Alex harder against the shower wall, her hands moving down her stomach, resting on Alex's inner thigh.
"Yes," Alex panted, feeling weak in the knees, Olivia supporting her.
Olivia began to rub his fingers on Alex's midsection, just outside her entrance, lapping at her neck.
"Would you tell me," she asked as Alex moaned, pressing her body up against Olivia's as much as could be allowed, and "Who you were on the phone with earlier, hanging up just before I walked in?"
"My mother!" Alex groaned, her nails scratching Olivia's back before kissing her full on the lips.
"What did you two talk about?" Olivia growled softly before kissing her just above her chest, moving her kisses downward.
"Oh god!" Alex panted as Olivia got down on her knees, her hands gripping Alex's ass, kissing her just above her waist line.
"I invited them to stay for two weeks, and they're coming tonight!"
Olivia pulled away from Alex to look up at her. "You what?"
Alex sighed as Olivia stood back up, leaving the blond longing for her touch once more as she turned off the hot water. "You're lying," Olivia said, more of a statement then a question.
Alex shook her head, already beginning to feel a chill from the lack of steaming hot water, despite it being the beginning of June. "I'm sorry, Olivia! It's just she asked and I couldn't say no and-"
"Do you seem to notice?" Olivia snapped, making Alex back up several steps. "That whenever they come to visit, telling me a few minutes in advance is not a good idea!"
"Well last time I only told you about twenty minutes in advance, this time I'm telling you about two hours," Alex argued with a small smile that quickly faltered as Olivia's face remained stone cold.
Olivia shook her head in disbelief before she stormed out of the shower, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
"Olivia, wait!" Alex pleaded, following her out of the bathroom.
"Just leave me alone, Alex," Olivia muttered as Alex followed her into the bedroom.
"First off, you can't just start to have sex with me to pry information. That's the fourth time this month and it's not fair!"
"And going behind my back to talk to her and invite her two weeks prior to the wedding after I specifically said not to isn't fair! This is our wedding, Alex, not Lila's, and you know she's gonna turn it into whatever she wants it!"
Alex sighed and went over to her, trying her damnest not to be intimidated at Olivia's angry face, wrapping her arms around the detectives neck, kissing her softly on the lips, somewhat surprised when Olivia didn't kiss her back. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alex whispered, running her hands through Olivia's hair, and having no effect on her. "It's two weeks until our wedding, and she's my mother. I need to involve her in some things."
"She can choose the color of the trash bags in the venue," Olivia said dryly, removing Alex's arms from around her neck.
Alex frowned at her before trying once more to get her to see her way. "Olivia, she's my mother. We can't just not include her in this. I'm her only child, and she wants to help plan our wedding, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Besides the fact that she's going to try to destroy it."
"Do you really think she has that much power- don't answer that!" Alex said before Olivia could open her mouth, already knowing the truth.
When Olivia still remained dead pan, Alex withheld a glare. "I would have let Serena help with the planning and had a big smile on my face the entire time."
"Well it's a good thing you don't have to pretend with that, do you?" Olivia said, a little more forcefully then she intended.
Alex stayed silent as Olivia sighed, rubbing her temples in annoyance. "There's no way to call and change plans?" she muttered, and Alex withheld a grin, knowing that Olivia had finally given in, and instead looked as somber as she could manage.
"I don't think so. I'm sorry, Olivia, I should have talked to you first before I invited her."
"Its fine," Olivia grumbled, "I just wish I would have had more warning."
"Well we got a little over an hour," Alex offered again.
"And think of what we could do in that hour," Olivia growled softly, looking over Alex's wet and nude body before leaning in, gently biting her ear before she spoke.
"Go turn the shower back on and get it nice and hot for me. I'll meet you in there in a little bit."
Alex grinned as she kissed her again. "I'll be waiting for you," Alex whispered in her ear before she went back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Olivia couldn't help but smirk as she walked away from the bathroom. "Teach you to do something behind my back."
Thirty minutes later, Alex stepped out of the bathroom, with just a towel wrapped around her body as she stepped into the bedroom where Olivia, dawning a black bulky bathrobe, her wet hair wrapped up in a towel, was straightening up.
"What took you so long?" Olivia asked as she tucked the blanket under the bed.
"I should ask you the same thing," Alex grumbled.
"Well I was going to tell you that I decided not to join you, but then deciding you finding out on your own is just so much more fun. But seriously, what took you so long in there?"
"You try having your fiancée kiss and touch you like that before leaving you high and dry on an almost regular basis," Alex grumbled as she went over to her dresser, wrenching open the drawer.
"I'm saving it for the wedding night," Olivia argued, coming over to her before wrapping her arms around her waist, resting her head on her shoulder. "You wouldn't want that night to be like any other night would you? We wait about two weeks to have sex, both of us aching to make love to each other but we deny ourselves. This way that night will be even more."
Olivia reached under Alex's towel and grabbed her crotch, enjoying Alex's soft moan, turning her on beyond anything knowing she was the cause of Alex's pleasure. "Explosive," Olivia whispered before letting go of her and leaving the room.
"God I hate you," Alex grumbled as she stared after Olivia.
An hour later Olivia, still in her bath robe, was upstairs vacuuming the guestroom, while Alex tidied up downstairs, dressed in a short sleeved light blue top that was made of a material so light, it was almost see through, and a black pencil skirt, her hair up in a pony tail.
"She was a fast machine, she kept the motor clean, she was the best damn woman that I ever seen!" Olivia sang, her voice easily carrying over the roar of the vacuum
Alex rolled her eyes to the ceiling, as she hurried to put the newly cleaned plates away, Alex regretting her decision to ever get Olivia an I-Pod for her birthday, much less one that held over 100,000 songs, not being able to go without one day without listening to ACDC, Guns and Roses, Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones, or whatever other band Olivia had classified as music.
Alex had just put the last of the clean dishes away when the doorbell rang, Alex's heart already thudding hard against her chest as she raced to the door.
She took a deep breath, kissed her engagement ring once for luck, before opening the door, once again praying to just get though the weeks ahead.
"Alexandra!" Lila Cabot cried joyfully, an unheard of smile on her face, "it's been too long!"
Alex grinned before turning to Max who stood on the stoop, beaming at his daughter.
"You only speak to her every other day," Max said with a chuckle.
"And it still isn't enough," Lila sighed, taking Alex's hand in hers and looking down at it in almost disappointment. "My little Alexandra is getting married, to a democrat none the less. My baby's growing up."
"Mom, I'm thirty seven years old," Alex said as she moved out of the way for them to come inside.
"Yes, but you're still my only child." Lila let go of her hand and sighed, looking back up at her. "Maybe one day you'll- what's wrong with your face?"
"What?" Alex asked, looking at Max who shrugged, unable to find anything wrong with her before looking back at Lila as they walked into the house. "What's wrong?"
"Well, darling it's just... you're getting married in two weeks, and you haven't gotten a peeling, or Botox, or anything lifted and tucked or-"
"Mother, whatever you think, I'm really not that old, and I don't need those things yet," Alex groaned, already feeling the headache that came with seeing her mother.
"I agree, Lila," Max said as he put the multiple bags down. "She is quite young to start getting chemical procedures done."
"Yes but still-"
"Taken more than her share! Had me fightin' for air! She told me to come, but I was already there!" Olivia's voice interrupted, and Alex closed her eyes in defeat, holding back a scream of frustration for the small, white, music player. "Cause the walls started shakin', the earth was quakin'! My mind was achin'! And we were makin' it'! And you! Shook me all! Night! Long! Yeah you! Shook me all! Night! Long!"
"Alexandra!" Lila cried, her eyes widening, clutching her heart. "Who on earth is singing that disgusting, vile, atrocity the newer generation have dared to deem music? I pray to God that you have an eighteen year old maid upstairs!"
"That would be my fiancée," Alex muttered, struggling to leave out the word 'dead'. "She's upstairs vacuuming and probably didn't hear the door bell."
"So she shouts out these obscenities on a regular basis?" Lila snapped narrowing her eyes at Alex as if it were her fault Olivia had not heard the doorbell ring.
"Well, mom, they're really not that bad."
"One does not shake one all night long and have it not mean something degrading!"
Alex stammered, unable to find an answer, looking at Max for help who was more than happy to offer it.
"Beethoven was deemed to have a negative effect on the youths of his time, and he's probably one of the greatest musicians of all times. Can you really fault Olivia for liking this generations Beethoven?"
"Do not even think of comparing the great Beethoven with an electric guitar and a man shouting about absolute filth and vulgarity!" Lila almost growled at Max before turning back to Alex.
Lila closed her eyes, took a deep breath before opening her eyes once more, forcing the scowl on her face to go away, but by no means was she smiling.
"Well, shall we go and say hello to the woman who is fortunate enough to marry into this family?"
"Mom, don't," Alex pleaded. "Not again, these two weeks are gonna be stressful enough for us without you insulting her every chance you get."
Lila shrugged, before sighing. "Fine, Alexandra. I promise to be good... to an extent."
Alex let out a small groan before forced a smile on her face as she went over and helped Max with the multiple bags, swearing she saw one of them move, but was sure it was just her imagination.
She led them up the steps and into the guest room, where the vacuum was roaring, Olivia still in her bathrobe, and still singing as loud as she possibly could, dancing along with the music.
"You really took me! And you! Shook me all! Night! Long! Ooooohhhh, you! Shook me all night long! Yeah, yeah you! Shook me all! Night! Long! You really got me, and you! Shook me all! Night Long!"
Lila cleared her throat loudly and Alex stormed over to Olivia, tapping her on the shoulder.
"I'm almost done, baby," Olivia shouted over her music, not looking around, still unaware that Lila and Max were standing in the room. Olivia began to chuckle, still not looking behind her. "Don't forget to leave a bowl of kibble and bits by the door. Wouldn't want your mother to go without her late night snack."
"I beg your pardon?" Lila screeched her eyes wide in shock.
Alex ripped Olivia's ear buds out, and Olivia whipped around, slightly glowering at her.
"What the hell, Alex? Don't get all mad- oh holy crap."
Olivia felt the blood rush to her face as she offered a weak chuckle. "I was just kidding, you know, about the kibbles and bits. Just a little joke, you know, ha ha?" Olivia stammered.
"I'm sure of it!" Lila said, her voice portraying the truth, glaring furiously at her.
Olivia cleared her throat before turning to Max who was biting the inside of his cheek so hard it was almost bleeding, trying to keep from laughing.
"Hello, Max. How you doing?"
"Fine, Olivia, yourself?"
Olivia managed a weak chuckle as she wiped the small bead of sweat from her, wringing her hands together.
"I'm um... I'm gonna get dressed."
"Good idea," Alex growled.
Olivia cleared her throat once more before leaving the room, muttering to herself.
Alex sighed before turning to Lila, who was looking at Alex, almost disappointed.
"Mom, I promise you that was just a mistake. She would never say something like that if she knew you were here."
"So she just talks about me like that on a regular basis?"
"Of course not!" Alex lied, avoiding Lila's eyes like the plague. "Olivia is very fond of you, deep down. Err very, very deep down. But I promise you it was just a joke."
Lila sighed as she took Alex's hand and began twisting her engagement ring around, as if she were aching to rip it off her finger. "I do wish you would at least consider finding someone more your social status, Alexandra."
Alex held back a frustrated scream. "I love Olivia, I'm marrying her, and like I said the day I told you I was gay, you're fighting a losing battle if you think I'm gonna leave her because you said so."
Lila threw up her hands. "Fine, fine. I can tell when my opinion isn't going to be valued by my own daughter."
"Good," Alex said, ignoring Lila's glare.
Lila sighed, gently tugging on the ring once more before she let go of her hand and began to look around the room. "You know, Alexandra, no offense I do know an interior decorator up in Albany who would be more then delighted to come down and spruce this room up. Olivia might actually be able to afford him."
"Gee, mom, don't be afraid to tell me what you really think of our house, just spit it out," Alex snapped.
"Oh relax," Lila said as she began to walk over to the closet. "It's a very nice Brownstone; you really can't find these in the city anymore. But really, Alexandra, who uses oak wood as closets anymore? The newest up and coming style is Aster. They're much less likely to attract moths. I'll show you what I mean."
Lila opened the closet door and a stack of papers fell from the top of the closet.
"What's this?" Lila asked, bending over to read one.
"Don't read that!" Alex cried racing over and snatching the paper form Lila's hands.
Lila looked up at her, her eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Who wrote that E-mail, Alexandra?"
"No one," Alex muttered as she gathered the papers in her arms, avoiding her mother's eyes.
"'No one' would say they couldn't wait to see you again, and certainly not at the Waldorf hotel and restaurant," Lila said with a smirk. "A restaurant and hotel far out of a NYPD detective's price range."
"It's nothing! Will you just drop it?" Alex snapped.
"Who wanted to meet with you?" Max asked coming up behind her, trying to read the E-mail over her shoulder.
Alex quickly flipped the top E-mail over so that Max couldn't read it. "For the last time, it's nothing! Will you both just knock it off, already?"
Alex took several deep breaths before looking back at them, clapping her hands together, forcing a smile on her face. "I'm gonna let you two get settled, let you guys take a quick nap before dinner. Which I will oversee the reservation phone call," Alex said with a raised eyebrow to Lila who shrugged, feigning innocence.
"I'm telling you, Alexandra, there must have been a mix up on their end last time."
"I'm sure," Alex said, trying to imitate Lila's angry face and failing miserably, but letting out a breath of relief when it seemed the E-mail was pushed from their minds, at the current moment, anyway.
Alex made a move to leave the room before the sounds of a tiny, almost minuscule bark erupted from one of the suitcases.
"Don't worry, baby, mama's coming!" Lila cooed before going over to the stack of suit cases and grabbing a small pink case with holes on all sides.
Alex's eyes widened as Lila pulled out one of the smallest chiwawa's Alex had ever seen, dressed in a pink cashmere sweater and light pink booties, its fur white and soft, with a tiny pink bow on top of its head.
"What on earth is that?" Alex asked as she looked at the thing she would give a child as a toy.
"This is Martha," Lila cooed, petting the dog on top of the head, her hand almost as big as the dogs head.
"What happened to Fluff-?"
Max cleared his throat loudly, shaking his head frantically.
Alex looked at him in confusion before turning back to Lila, astounded to find tears in her eyes. "Fluffy... Fluffy passed away three weeks ago."
"Oh mom, I'm sorry," Alex said truthfully reaching out to pet Martha. "At least this one is cuter."
But the moment her hand got anywhere near the tiny dog, she began barking frantically and growling as loud as it could at Alex who pulled back her hand at once, glaring down at the dog, and was shocked that it seemed to be glaring back as well, baring it's teeth at the blond.
"Martha doesn't let anyone but your mother touch it."
Max told Alex, holding up his right hand that looked like it was covered in tiny holes Alex knew came from Martha's bite.
Lila took a shuddering breath before wiping her tears away. "At least he went peacefully."
"Or as peacefully one can go after getting hit with a Mac Truck," Max muttered.
Lila's bottom lip began to tremble as she set Martha down who looked up at Lila, an angry look on its miniscule face, and Alex was sure it was demanding to be picked back up. "I, I'm sure that's how he wou, would have wanted to go."
Lila stayed somewhat composed for half a second before the tears began falling.
Max rushed over to her, embracing her fondly just before the hysterical sobs started. "My little Fluffykins!" she cried, the sobs shaking her body. "He was such a good little doggy!"
Max shushed her softly, looking past her towards Alex who motioned out the door.
"I know Olivia's allergic," he said a sigh, "and I apologize from the bottom of my heart, but it was either bring Martha or she wouldn't come. It'll stay in our room and I promise you Olivia won't ever know she's there."
"Why can't it stay in the garage?"
"Your mother is in a very emotional state right now and needs the companionship and it is very insensitive of you to decide for her what her emotional needs are at the moment," Max said, as if it were a well rehearsed line from a play, and Alex was sure that he had been told something similar many times before hand.
"I, it isn't f, fair!" Lila sobbed even harder. "H, he never did anything to that truck!"
"I know, I know," Max whispered, rubbing small circles on her back. "It's gonna be alight, darling."
"H, he was gonna be part of th, the wedding party!"
Alex groaned before she left the room, shaking her head in disbelief, trying to figure out how on earth she would explain to Olivia that her throat may close up at any time just because her mother was an emotional wreck.
She walked into the bedroom where Olivia was looking for something suitable to get dressed in.
Olivia turned around, an apologetic look on her face.
"I'm so sorry, Alex. I didn't even hear-"
"Its fine, Liv," Alex lied with a smile. "Forgive and forget that's my parent's motto."
A relieved smile broke out over Olivia's face. "Really? Lila's not mad at me?"
Alex scoffed feigning disbelief. "Of course not! She loves you, Liv."
At those words, Olivia's smile disappeared. "What's wrong?" she asked dryly.
Alex took a deep breath, deciding that it would be easier to just tell the truth then to wait for Olivia to find out on her own. "Um, Fluffy died."
"That huge monster of a dog? Thank god," Olivia muttered. Alex let out a nervous chuckle, clearing her throat.
"I know, right? Anyway, my mom isn't taking it so well, and she um, she got a new, smaller, hardly noticeable dog. A white haired Chiwawa actually, named Martha."
"Well that's good, I guess. Do you want me to recommend a consoler for grieving?"
"I was actually looking for a recommendation for a good allergist."
"A good what?" Olivia asked sure that what she thought Alex had said couldn't be true. "Why would a good allergen be needed?"
"She might have, you know... brought the new dog."
"So she'll keep it in the garage again," Olivia said with a shrug, "what's the big deal?"
Alex began wringing her hands together, looking down at the ground. "I kind of, maybe, you know... told her it could stay in the house."
Alex!"
"Well what do you want me to do?"
"Oh gee, I don't know! Let me breathe in my own home! Trust me, I would much rather hear your mom crying then not being able to breathe every time I go past their room!"
Alex sighed before she went over to her, her voice lowering considerably. "She's in her room, crying hysterically right now at the mere mention of Fluffy. My mother, the woman who makes Lilith from Cheers look like a clown, is sobbing because of a dead dog. They promise to keep her in their room, not let her out, and I will personally take over all vacuuming and dusting and cleaning in that room for the next six months."
Olivia groaned, flopping herself down on the bed, Alex following.
"And besides," Alex said as she laid down next to Olivia, gently moving the hair away from her face. "A dog in her room will make her so much happier. And didn't we both decide that a happier Lila is better than an angry upset Lila?"
"You mean there's a difference?" Olivia muttered before turning over and facing her, letting out a sigh. "Fine, fine, the football with legs can stay in the house."
Alex let out a squeal of happiness as she hugged Olivia, kissing her on the lips.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Olivia chuckled as she released the kiss and moved the hair away from Alex's face. "Yeah, yeah. If it snaps at me once though, then Toto will be learning to fly, and I can promise you the witch that owns it won't need her broom to fly either."
"It's the friendliest little dog you ever saw," Alex lied, ignoring Olivia's eyes. "You won't have any problems with it."
"Whatever," Olivia sighed before smiling at Alex. "Thank you for telling me in any case and being honest with me about it. I mean you could have lied about it, and it means a lot to me that you would tell and be honest with me."
Alex let out a chuckle, forcing a grin on her lips.
"No problem. Honesty is the best policy, after all."
Alex forced another smile on her lips before her cell phone rang.
Alex quickly picked it up from the stand and looked at the caller ID.
"I got to take this in private."
"Who is it?" Olivia asked as she got off the bed and began searching through the closet trying to find something suitable to wear.
Alex forced a smirk on her face again. "Do you really want to hear the plans of your honey moon surprise?" Alex said with a chuckle as she all but raced out of the room.
Alex flipped open the phone, making sure that Olivia wasn't listening. "What did I say about calling me at home?" Alex muttered softly so that Olivia could not hear her.
"I had to talk to you again," a man's voice said with almost frantic worry.
"I don't care," Alex growled. "She was in the room. What if she picked up the phone? My mother just found our E-mails as well, and if she had actually read one all the way through, it doesn't take an idiot to figure out what's going on between us."
"You promised me you were going to tell Olivia the truth about you and me, about our plans. You swore to me that you would leave her for this."
"I never said I would leave her!"
"You can't have both things, Alex, no matter how much you think you can. You either give her all of your attention, or you give it to me. You can't have it both ways."
"Michael, I can't," Alex pleaded. "I can't hurt her like this. I love her too much."
"If you love her so much, then why not tell her the truth now instead of her finding it out later."
"It's two weeks until the wedding. I can't-"
"She's holding you back, Alex!" Michael shouted and Alex was forced to hold the phone away from her ear. "If you were to just leave her, then you and I could give each other the full attention we deserve! I can take you places that you can't go with Olivia at your side! You've told me a thousand times that you've wanted this all your life!"
"But I've also waited for her all my life."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment, and when Michael spoke, it sounded as if he was struggling to keep from shouting. "You can't have both, Alex. No matter how much you think you can, no matter how much you want to, you can't have both, and I told you enough times that I'm not going to share you with her."
"I can't choose between the two though!"
"Well you're going to have to, or else we're done, Alex."
"No!" Alex pleaded. "No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't go, Michael please!"
The voice on the other line chuckled. "I could never leave you, Alex. You're my diamond in the rough."
"I feel more like a lump of coal," Alex muttered, looking back into the room, watching Olivia get dressed, a sad smile on her lips before turning her attention to the phone.
"Don't think that way about yourself, Alex," Michael told her softly. "I've never met a woman like you at all."
Alex scoffed, but decided she was in no mood to argue with him right now. "Whatever. I've got to go, my parents just drove down from Albany, and Olivia might start getting suspicious."
Michael sighed, and Alex could practically hear his shaking head. "You're making a mistake by being with her. I pray to god you see that and soon."
"She's not a mistake," Alex growled in to the phone, narrowing her eyes at the unseen speaker.
"Whatever. I've got to go in any case as well. Call me later, please?"
"I will when if I get a chance. Good bye, Michael."
"Good bye, and remember what I said, Alex. You can have me, or you can have her, I'm sick of you not giving me your full attention when we're together. I don't want you to think that it's a bad idea whenever we're with one another. You get... distracted, and I don't want to keep reminding you every three seconds not to think about her while we're doing our thing."
Alex bit back a sob and flipped her phone shut, letting the tears roll down her face.
"What the hell have I done?" she thought to herself, her mind not on the brown haired detective she knew loved her more than life itself, but on the man she had just talked to.
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