Disclaimer: They are not mine.

A/N1: For some reason, I need a break from The Trials of Love. Well, that and… I was starting to miss writing from Olivia's POV. I got some positive feedback about the whole switching POVs thing that I did in No Competition, so I decided to try to do it again. Chapters in this story will alternate between Olivia and Alex's POVs… Let me know what you think, okay? I'm thinking about making this fic about 6-8 chapters long… I want this to be sweet, humor-laced… with the last two chapters turning into what makes this story rated M… Who's along for the ride? Thanks for reading, and please… review- I need to know whether or not this is good enough to run with…

Simple Gestures
-iheartSVUbabe

My day started with a phone call at four in the morning that lead to me and Fin standing over the body of an innocent little girl whose life was cut short by some sick, twisted bastard.

Because Elliot was stuck home with a sick kid until Kathy's mother could get to Queens, Fin and I partnered up.

I have always liked to work with Fin. His laidback style and his occasional brashness mesh well with my take-no-shit, push a perp around tendencies.

Walking into the precinct, I have a feeling that things are about to go from bad to worse as soon as I spot the box of donuts on my partner's desk…

Some days, I hate my life.

I walk over to get myself some coffee and decide against it. The sludge the men around here call coffee just doesn't do it for me, and neither does the fact that, no matter how many times I tell Elliot and Munch that I can't stand powder coated donuts, it never fails…

I raise the lid to the box of donuts and survey my options.

Sons-of-bitches… both of them…

I stare down at two powder coated donuts and two jelly filled donuts.

"Who do I have to fuck around here to get a decent goddamn donut?!"

I slam the box of donuts closed and glare at Elliot.

"Hey, don't look at me. I'm a happily married man… Besides, Munch is the one that's been inhaling the ones you like… " He quips, before taking a bite of a glazed donut. He then goes back to attempting to hide behind whatever file he has been pretending to read all morning.

I glare at Munch, who just shrugs his shoulders…

"You snooze, you lose, Benson." Munch says, laughing as he sinks his teeth into a chocolate covered cream puff donut.

My fucking favorite donut… and he knows it. That sack of shit…

From behind me, Fin walks in, looking and smelling about as degusting as I do right now.

"Elliot, next time your kid gets sick, call me and I'll pull daddy duty… Not that I mind spending quality time with New York's finest over here, but damn… I ain't big on starting my day standing over the battered, abused body of an innocent nine-year-old little girl who was raped then dumped in some alley for the sanitation workers to find…" Fin says, sniffing at his jacket, then groaning.

I'm glad that I didn't grab my favorite leather jacket on my way out this morning.

"Donut?" Munch says, grabbing the box of donuts and offering one to his partner.

Fin slaps the box out of his hand and the donuts hit the floor.

"Go fuck yourself!" Fin growls, turning his back to all of us as he, no doubt, heads off to get a shower.

Munch looks me over then turns his nose up.

"Ugh, some of us are trying to eat, Olivia… hit the damn showers!" Munch tells me, and in response, I raise a one finger solute.

From behind me, I hear heels clicking, then turn around to see our lovely ADA heading towards us.

Dressed to kill in a suit that would probably cost me a pay check or two, her stride exudes confidence and superiority. Every hair is in place, as usual, and perched on her perfectly sculpted nose is a pair of black frames. Her eyes are full of determination, and her lips are pursed together, giving off a don't-fuck-with-me vibe that irritates me almost as much as it turns me on.

Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse… Alexandra Cabot walks in and catches me smelling and looking like I play in shit for a living…

"Good morning, detectives…" She says, taking in my disheveled appearance and stopping in her tracks as soon as she catches a whiff of me.

I can't help but feel embarrassed as I watch her attempt to discreetly cover her nose.

"Well, if it isn't SVU's very own esteemed ADA in all of her delectable glory… to what to we owe the honor?" Munch says, swooning over the beautiful blonde like always.

I roll my eyes.

Bastard.

I love Munch, but his penchant for hitting on Alex gets on my nerves.

She flashes him a smile and a twinge of jealousy surges through me.

Why the hell do I care if she smiles at Munch?

"You're probably here because of that case Fin and Liv caught, huh?" Elliot asks, smirking at me, and she just nods.

I stare down at my dirty boots.

"They have nothing for you... as usual. Now, if I was on the case, you would have anything you wanted... Evidence, an eye witness... maybe dinner and an amazing bottle of wine..." Munch says, and I swear, if I could get away with it, I would pull out my gun and shoot him in the foot.

I would never seriously injure him... I love him like that strange Uncle that everyone avoids at family reunions... but clip him? Yeah, I could probably do that... and feel very little remorse...

Elliot clears his throat to get my attention, looking first at me, then to Alex, then back at me. His smirk is as annoying as it endearing, and as much as I want to kick his balls onto his shoulders right now for teasing me, I just can't help but love the guy...

Elliot knows.

He knows about how I feel about Alex.

He knows everything, he's like fucking Santa Claus…

He sees me when I'm peeping, knows dreams of you keep me awake… he knows my thoughts of you are bad not good, so some teasing I will take…

He has known for awhile now.

Munch and Fin know as well, but they don't give me as much shit over it as Elliot does… Fin makes the occasional 'you two together would be hot as hell' comment… and Munch has hinted a time or two that if Alex and I got together, we would no longer have a problem getting warrants…

"Good morning, Olivia." She says, turning up her nose a little, reaching up and pushing her glasses back up to where they belong.

I can't take it. I don't know why, but everything hits me all at once, and I explode.

"It has not been a good morning… it started at four in the morning with me getting to go dumpster diving with Fin… Some sick bastard left a poor little girl dumped in an alley… Then, I get here, and the coffee tastes like shit… and, to top it all off, no matter who I offer to fuck around here, I'm not going to get what I want because Munch's skinny ass is eating the last goddamn chocolate covered cream puff donut! And I don't have a change of clothes here, so I'm heading home to scrub off this… this… whatever the fuck this is! One of you donut-snatching jackasses tell Cragen I'll be back in an hour… See you around, Cabot…"

I whirl around, storming off so that I can head home and take a shower.

Some days, I absolutely loathe my life…