Doctors and Lunatics

A soda. A familiar face. A bar.

Although, it really wasn't much of a bar. It was pizza place with a sports bar. A game was on the television, and the woman sat alone at a table next to the bar.

"What, no alcohol?"

George Huang smiled as the blond woman looked up at him, a small smile on her face.

"You were the beer drinker in the relationship, remember?"

Alex Cabot had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, the memories of high-school adventures coming back.

"May I have this seat?" George asked her. She gracefully gave him a simple gesture, and the doctor took seat.

"It's been a while," he said. He had just worked with Manhattan's SVU on a case, and his bosses where working on getting him assigned as their personal psychologist. It wasn't like he had never been loaned out to teams before. However, he had been very surprised when he had found out Alex Cabot was the team's ADA. He imagined she was just as surprised. At least, he hoped she was.

They had played it cool. They perfectly pulled off the part of two colleagues working on a case. They had shaken hands, made small talk, and went on with their business.

Now they were at the bar, ready to catch up on old times. It had been over ten years since they'd heard from each other, after all.

"Do you still smoke?" he asked her. She shook her head, a slightly pained expression crossing her face.

"I've had clean lungs for two years," she replied, "I still get urges when I smell it, though."

"That certainly explains why you don't smell anymore."

She simply rolled her eyes, and took a sip of her drink.

"If I smelled so much, you shouldn't have 'dated' me for three years," her smirk grew, "Georgy."

It was his turn to roll his eyes, and take a sip of his beer. That nickname made him cringe.

"So, have you come out yet?" Was Alex's next question. He smiled proudly. He was hoping she'd ask that.

"I have, as a matter of fact," he puffed out his chest and took a proud sip of his beverage.

"To your family?"

His pride fell, and he averted his gaze. Not exactly the question he wanted as a follow up.

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought," she smirked, "Don't tell me you have another lesbian stored somewhere to parade around as your girlfriend, to show your folks how straight you are?"

He grinned.

"No Alex, I only made that mistake once," he said, "Besides, you were the 'girlfriend' to piss off the parents. If I wanted to make them happy, I would have dated Chelsea Wu."

Alex laughed at the statement. She wondered if she would still be considered the girlfriend to piss off the parents. She grinned.

"You know, what I don't understand is, if you wanted to piss off your parents with your lovelife, why you didn't just come out sooner."

"You know the answer to that," Huang replied, "It's the same reason you didn't."

"Touché."

"How about you? Have you come out yet?"

Alex sighed, and bit her lip.

"My mom was the first to find out," Alex replied, a bit of disdain in her voice.

"How did you manage that?" He asked. The woman simply laughed, her face turning a bit red.

"Actually, it was my evil ex-girlfriend who told her. Although, 'told' isn't the right word here. Unless, your definition of 'told is standing outside the house and screaming until the cops finally come."

Huang laughed, having to prevent himself from shooting the sip he just swallowed out of his nose.

"Seriously?" he giggles. Alex just nodded her head, and sighed.

"You know the funny thing?" Alex continued, "I thought I got all of this sexuality crap out of the way a long time ago. Mom figuring it out was the last barrier. Then I started to have awkward dreams about a guy I knew at Harvard."

"You're bisexual?" George asked, raising his eyebrow. He gave Alex a questioning look, and a smile.

"Yeah. Sorry to disappoint you."

"So, if you're bisexual, does that mean-"

"George, if you're going to ask if I actually had feelings for you when we 'dated', I'm going to ask that you wait for me to swallow this next sip, so when I laugh at you, soda doesn't spew out of my nose."

George chuckled at her blunt remark. She really hadn't changed a bit. Her biggest weapon was her mind and her voice. It was lethal.

"Glad I could amuse you," he smiled. There was a small part of him that wished Alex was a man. They could have made a lovely couple, had the universe turned out a different way. But the smart part of him was glad that wasn't the case. If it had been, he probably never would have formed the bond he had with her.

He cherished her friendship, that was for sure. In fact, she had kept him alive for those long years in high-school. They had each other's backs, and that's all that mattered.

"You know, George, I have a friend I think you'd like," Alex offered, "I have no idea what your type is anymore, but-"

"It wouldn't happen to be that detective Stabler, would it?" George cut her off. He could still remember the broad detective, and one couldn't deny he was kinda hot.

"Elliot's married, George. And Catholic."

"Can't blame me for asking," he muttered. So much for that. Although, that was a good thing to know for the future.

"That detective Tutuola was also kinda-"

"He would kill you before you finished asking for coffee," Alex said, "That is, if Melinda didn't kill you first."

"I get it, I get it," Huang sighed, "No detectives. So who's your friend?"

That's when it happened. The sound of gun-fire filled the air, followed by the sounds of screams. George instinctively reached for his gun, and placed his body in a way to shield Alex. There were four gunmen in the room, all with hoods. They were in a hold-up.

I don't know why, but for whatever reason, I love the thought of George and Alex being friends. Any thoughts? Suggestions?
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