The Not-So Brilliant Attorney
A/N: Dedicated to Midnight Musings and Queries. There's a line from "Angels" 4x06 but no major spoilers.
Prompt: Case-based fic set around season 3 or 4, Alex/Olivia that insults the character Trevor Langan. Hope everyone enjoys.
They were keeping their relationship on the down low. It wasn't that either of them were ashamed of the other; it had more to do with their working relationship than anything else. It was a working dinner, Alex had said. Finding her in the restaurant, seeing her in the red dress, her blonde hair cascading in gentle curls, she wished the working dinner was with her. For a moment, she could almost imagine it as such.
Until Trevor Langan came up to the table – back to the table – a smug smile on his face. Like he'd accomplished something. Like he was even worthy to be in Alex's presence.
"It looks like Alex is dining with the enemy," she barely managed to get the jealousy out of her voice. It was a professional setting, not a personal one.
The look Alex gave her let her know they'd discuss it later.
Later that night, it's not Langan slowly pulling off the dress. She gets that honor. When Alex kisses her, she savors the feeling of being loved by her woman.
The case is over and she and Alex are discussing dinner plans in the ADA's office when there's a knock at the door.
"It's open," Alex calls out.
She tries not to glower as Langan enters the room.
"Alex, I was wondering," he stops for a moment, looking at her, possibly debating on whether or not to continue.
"Trevor?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to get dinner with me tonight?"
She's not sure she's ever felt more territorial in her life, her response clipped, "Alex already has plans, Langan."
"I'm sure Alex can answer for herself, Detective," he retorts, and the way he says her title, like it's beneath him, has her hackles raised.
Alex's hand is soft on her arm then, "I can, yes, but I do have plans, Trevor."
"Ah," he rubs his neck awkwardly, "So, who's the lucky guy?"
She gets a surge of satisfaction as Alex wraps her arm tighter around her jacket, "Not a guy. Just an amazing detective."
"Oh," she hides her smirk as Langan stares blankly at them. One beat. Two. And then, "Maybe another time? I'd really like to see you again outside the office."
She and Alex exchange a look because clearly he was clueless.
Fin's voice comes from the doorway, "Counselor, knock it off. They're lesbians."
"I'm sorry, what?" Langan questions, turning towards the other detective.
"They're not interested in you or what's between your legs," Fin replies with a hand gesture, "None of your package does anything for them."
She bites her lip at the look on the defense attorney's face. So clueless. She's sure he's going to say something else but he merely turns back to them, bids them a goodnight and leaves.
"The squad was heading for drinks tonight if you wanted to come, Cabot," Fin says as he steps into the room, "but if you two have other plans, that's cool."
"We were going to order take-out and have a night in," Alex answers, "but I could use a drink."
Fin smiles, "See you there then."
"Hey, Fin," she calls as he starts to leave. He cocks an eyebrow, "How'd you know?"
"I know people who are LGBTQ. Just good at reading the signs I guess."
That felt like the truth, but maybe there was more.
"See you soon, Detective," Alex calls, and Fin leaves, giving them a moment of privacy once again.
They're quiet for a moment.
"He saw us," she mutters.
Alex sighs, runs a hand over her face, "He had to have. At least he'll be discreet."
"I can't believe Langan is that dense."
"He's a brilliant attorney, just not much in anything else," Alex replies.
So Mulligans?"
Alex smiles, "Anywhere with you, Liv."
A/N: And there you have it. Please review!