Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, but if I did, I wouldn't have to come up with something clever for this disclaimer.
A/N: Don't let the title fool you, this has absolutely nothing to do with the song and was not inspired by it (though I am writing a C/S story inspired by it – can't wait for Jorja Fox to return to CSI! Whoo!). I actually have no idea how I thought of this, to be honest. I was trying to work on the next chapter of "All That Matters" because it's been so long since I updated and…somehow it turned into this XD I really wasn't planning on starting another multi-chap story (especially considering I don't update the ones I already have XD), but this was just begging to be written. It might seem kinda OOC or AU, but that's fanfic for ya! XD So I hope you enjoy ;) (And has anybody noticed that I always seem to start my AO stories with them fighting? XD)
"Well, if you could do your job right in the first place, I wouldn't have to!" I shouted at the blonde.
"Me? If you could find some real evidence this wouldn't be a problem! I can't do both of our jobs, especially if you think I'm not doing my own well enough as it is!" The attorney yelled back.
I glared at her, my brown eyes locked on her blue ones. She returned the look for a moment before I looked away. "Come on, Elliot. It looks like we're not getting anywhere like this and I won't take this from her." I muttered to the detective who'd been standing—or hiding—a few feet behind me during my spat with the ADA.
I began to brush past Alex, murmuring an almost inaudible apology to her, to which she responded with a whispered, "Not your fault."
I paused a few feet behind her as she continued to glare at my partner, probably waiting for him to continue the fight that I'd started and barked, "What are you waiting for? Come on, El."
He hesitated before brushing past the lawyer, keen not to touch her, as he followed me down the hall as I hurried past the open door to the squad room.
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"Do you always have to go for the comments about how I do my job?" Alex sighed as she hung up her coat and put her keys onto the table beside the front door. I smiled apologetically.
"Sorry. It was either that or 'pull the stick out of your ass and talk to the big, scary judge.' I figured that would be safer." I chuckled. I'd told her, long before anything happened between us, that she was scared of Petrovski. She hadn't taken kindly to it.
"Good choice." She smiled. I grinned, walking into the kitchen behind her and wrapping my arms around her waste as she poured a glass of wine.
"Elliot's worried about me." I sighed after a moment, slipping the bottle out of her hand and putting it away as she walked into the living room.
"Why?"
"He thinks it's the case. He thinks I'm letting it get to me." I answered, sitting down on the sofa and motioning for her to do the same as I wrapped my arms around her waist once again.
"And are you?" She inquired. I paused, caught once again between telling her the truth and letting her worry and lying and making her happy.
"Of course not. I've been doing this job long enough to know that if you make every one personal, you'll burn up."
"That doesn't mean you can completely disconnect yourself." She replied. I cursed mentally, knowing that she'd caught my lie.
I sighed. She always had been good at reading people; it was part of what made her such a great lawyer. "I'm not completely disconnecting myself."
She looked over her shoulder at me incredulously. I looked away guiltily as she said, "Perhaps not completely, but you are distancing yourself from everyone."
"No I'm not." I objected weakly, returning my gaze to her. She looked worried. Great. Just what I needed: my partner and my girlfriend both worrying about me. "Really. I'm fine."
"You never were a very good liar, Liv." She sighed with a slight smile.
"I guess it's a good thing I don't lie to you often, then." I chuckled half-heartedly.
"This case is really hard for you, isn't it?" She asked concernedly.
"Yeah." I finally sighed. "What gave me away?"
"We haven't had sex in over a week." She joked. I rolled my eyes, though the tiniest of smiles made its way to my lips.
"The captain is thinking about making a squad for this guy."
"It's gotten that bad?"
"You're the prosecutor and you're telling me you didn't know?"
"I only know what you tell me, Liv."
"Oh." I muttered before falling silent again.
"When was the last time you talked to Elliot?" She asked me after a few minutes.
"What? I just spoke with him before I got off work. You were there, Al." I said, giving her an odd look as she turned around in my arms.
"I know, but I mean when was the last time you really talked to him?"
I sighed. "You know, I really don't know. It's just been so hard to talk to him lately. He's so caught up in his family and this case that I don't have any time to talk to him. Not that I don't have my own problems to worry about." I mumbled.
"You don't have to push him away."
'I'm not trying…" I grumbled, averting my gaze from her piercing blue eyes.
"You should talk to him."
"Yes, ma'am." I grinned.
She raised a brow as she returned my smile, her eyes lingering on my lips for a moment before she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "But first, I think there's something else we should take care of."
She captured my lips with hers and I responded to the kiss immediately, running my tongue along her bottom lip. I smirked slightly as she moaned into my mouth. Maybe I would talk to my partner in the morning, but that was the farthest from my mind at the moment.
A/N: Thanks for reading, reviews are much loved ;)