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Olivia's sprawled on the couch when I get home from the grocery store, aimlessly flipping channels on the television. "Come sit with me, Alex," she calls.

"Come help me unload the groceries," I tell her.

She groans. "Can't you do it?"

I laugh. "Can you spell lazy?"

"Can you spell nag?"

I smile. "I'll make you a deal."

"I thought you would have learned your lesson from the last deal we made."

"Well, this time it's on my terms."

She hesitates, considering. "Okay. Let's hear it."

I start to put away the milk and the bananas I've just bought. "Liv, when the bananas start turning brown, that means it's time to throw them out."

Momentarily distracted, she says, "Well, I'll still eat them."

"But you shouldn't."

"Anyway, the deal."

I finish with the groceries and fold up the plastic bags they came in, putting them into the cupboard. "We," I announce, "are going to the top of the Rockefeller Center."

Her face falls. "I don't think so, baby."

I know she's scared of heights, but I also know that I can persuade her to do anything when I turn on the charm. So I jut out my lower lip and give her my best puppy dog eyes, climbing onto her lap and wrapping my arms around her neck. "Please, Livvy?"

She laughs. "It really means so much to you?"

I know I almost have her and nod in earnest, kissing her lightly on the cheek and trying to look cute. "Please, please, please?"

She finally concedes. "You really don't play fair, do you?"

I win.


It's not even that I think that the Rockefeller Center is so important; it's more the general principle that I know Olivia will do anything and everything for me, even this, and I like to see how far I can push the limits sometimes. Except that there aren't really any limits to the things Olivia will do for me, which is kind of nice.

She's already looking a little green when we arrive, just at the thought of being so high up in the sky. She turns to me with a bit of uncertainty flitting across her face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod enthusiastically and take her hand, leading her inside.

Olivia plasters a smile on her face as we get our tickets and go through security. It starts to waver as we get into the elevator to the top floor. She clings to me and murmurs, "Alex, my ears are popping."

"That's what happens when you're going up thirty-seven floors in an elevator," I whisper back, delighting in the way her face goes at least three shades paler at that.

"I really wish you wouldn't . . ."

"Why? It's true. And we made a deal . . . there's no chickening out now, babe."

She growls, and I think Olivia Benson growling is probably the most adorable (and quite possibly the sexiest) thing in the entire world. "I'm not."

"Very good."

The elevator comes to a stop and I half-drag Olivia up the escalator and then up another flight of stairs to the very top. I run to the edge and grin as the gentle breeze ruffles my hair. You can see all of New York from up here, and it's almost like being on an airplane and staring down at the city, but better. It's amazing how Manhattan is made up of these gigantic skyscrapers, the gray of the buildings fusing with the clear blue above us, but then there's this expanse of deep green in a perfect square; Central Park. The contrast is striking.

"A-Alex," stammers Olivia from somewhere behind me. "I – I'm not feeling too good . . ."

I wave off her complaint. "Ah, you're okay."

Sure she is. The second I turn toward her, she vomits all over my new $400 Jimmy Choos.

"Liv," I groan, wanting to smack myself. "Why do you have such a weak stomach?"

She shrugs weakly. "I warned you . . ."

Serves me right, too.

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