Hopefully writing fanfiction is like riding a bike. Cause I haven't done either in a long time, but they say once you learn to ride a bike you never forget. They don't happen to mention you will need a helmet the second time around just incase. Well, I don't have a helmet, but I do have this story. Hopefully I'm not to rusty. This is my first attempt at writing based on TV characters. Before I used to write about band members. Hopefully its all the same concept in the end. Please feel free to criticize as I will only get better if I know what I am doing wrong.
This story is a Alex/Olivia story. I don't claim to own them, or anything SVU related, please don't sue me. This story is rated the way it is because of some adult conversations, and random swearing.
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Olivia looked down at the cell phone vibrating on her desk. She turned her attention back to her paper work without touching the phone. It vibrated again, nearly falling off the edge of the desk. She finally picked it up and switched it off without looking at the caller ID. She didn't need to; she knew it was Trevor again. He had called 3 times already, but she wasn't in the mood to talk.
Olivia concentrated on the paper work in front of her. "What is taking Elliot so long?" she thought. He had gone to get coffee almost 20 minutes ago. It was 10 am how busy could the coffee place downstairs be?
"Liv, where's the paper work on the "Peters" case?" Munch asked riffling through folders on his desk.
"Sorry I am just finishing it up now. What's the rush?"
"Capt said Cabot just called and asked if someone could bring it by later."
"Well if it can wait I am sure El & I can run it by there when we are out later." Liv said barley bothering to raise her head to look at Munch when she replied.
"Whatever, just let Capt know."
"Know what?" Elliot said. He always had a knack for coming in at the wrong time, and butting in when everything had already been discussed and taken care of.
"Cabot wants the "Peters" case paper work, and since WE haven't finished it, I volunteered us to take it over there when it was done." Liv said with a tone that clearly conveyed her annoyment.
"Oh" Elliot said oblivious to Liv's tone. "Ok" He muttered pulling a coffee from the holder, looking at the writing on the side and then putting it back down again. "Munch, what was it you wanted in your coffee again? Was it two cream and one sugar, or one cream and 2 sugar?"
"It was black." Munch said with a straight face. Elliot's expression went from lost to confused and back to lost again before Liv let out a little giggle causing Munch to smirk, and then take the coffee labeled two cream one sugar.
"I'm just messing with you Elliot, lighten up." Munch said lightly elbowing Elliot in the ribs.
Liv took the only coffee left in the holder, and headed over to the mini fridge in the break room to get an ice cube.
"Your such a wuss Liv, it's not that hot" Elliot said sipping his coffee. He mocked her just about every morning for her ritual of going to get an ice cube. He of course always neglected to mention to her that he had added an ice cube to his coffee while still in the coffee shop.
Elliot loved to mess with her. It was little things like that, that helped him get through the long days they spent together.
"Where's Fin? Overslept again?" Elliot asked Munch trying to make small talk in order to avoid having to start doing real work.
"Lucky Bastards got the day off. His plumbing in his building is acting up and he woke up to a couple inches of water in his kitchen and hallway."
"I don't know how you do it John" Olivia said sipping her now drinkable coffee. "I swear Fin is bad luck."
"I'm not worried, as long as bad things are happening to him, they aren't happening to me. And that is good with me." Munch explained.
Everyone was so engrossed in there conversation that they didn't even noticed that the Captain had walked up behind them.
"Everybody back to work" Capt Barked, causing everyone to quickly scurry back to there desks.
"So when's Lunch?" Elliot whispered, rolling his eyes. The work day had officially begun to kick into gear.
