A/N: Hello there! This idea came to me last night and I simply needed to write it down, I hoped you like and follow the story :) Thought, I'm really really really sorry if I mess up some grammar/spelling, unfortunately English is not my first language !

DISCLAIMER: Okay. I accept it. I don't own Alex. I don't own Olivia. I don't own SVU or anything related. There you have it .

BUT, I do own several original characters that are part of this story, so... Take that Wolf! I do own something! Still... you own Lex and Liv so I believe I lose anyway u.u


Irene Cabot was between the sword and the wall. Her husband, Thomas, had been elected New York City's Mayor only a week ago and now, she had been called to assist to the selection of their and their children's bodyguards.

She understood the reasons of why each one of them needed a personal guard… But ask her children to understand them? That was something else.

Irene and Thomas had four children, two sons and two daughters. Phillip was their primogeniture and he was 20 years-old and far away in college, so he most likely wouldn't be forced to have personal security. Caleb was twelve-years-old and Irene knew for sure that he would be thrilled with the idea of having his own 'Man in Black'. Amy was only a few weeks away of turning seven, so she wouldn't need the guard 24/7; considering she spent most of her time either at home, school or some friend's house.

But then, then Alexandra came. She was sixteen, and she claimed for her own personal space as if she was claiming for global peace. Nearly everything with her was a fight;no... not a fight, worse; an argument. She had backup for every single thing she asked for. She'll be a damn of a lawyer someday. Irene briefly smiled at her thought. Yet again, that would happen in another time in the future, because right now, she had to deal with telling to her teenage daughter about the bodyguards' issue.

The late-forties woman swallowed and knocked the three doors that leaded to her children's rooms. Amy, Caleb and Alex leaved their rooms and followed their mother to the living room.

Irene placed herself at the edge of one of the chesterfield type sofas. The younger kids sat down on the one next to her mother's expecting that their sister would take the remaining place of it, instead, Alex sat down on the arm chair opposite to where her mother was and crossed her arms and legs reluctantly. She hated the 'family meetings' they were never sign of a good thing.

Mrs. Cabot sighed and made her eyes go from her lap, to her children, to come back to her own lap. "Kids, your father's security crew asked me to increase the staff." She figured out that was a smooth way to start the talk.

"What does that have to do with us?" Caleb asked looking right into his mother's eyes.

"They've said it would be appropriate for each one of us, to have an… escort, for protection. " Immediately after she spoke, Irene looked to her older daughter. Alex stared at her with disbelief and her mother could already imagine the upcoming argument. She heard Caleb saying 'Cool' and continued talking "I'll meet with the security chief to make the selection of our guards. If you like so, you can come and choose yours."

"As if we were in a toy store." Alex said sarcastically.

"Yee-pee! Toys! Mommy can I get a new doll? I cut Tracy's hair and it didn't grow again like mine." Amy finally talked.

"Sure, honey. But first we need to choose your guard. You know, it'll be like the ones on the princesses' movies. Do you want to choose yours or I'll do it?" Irene told her little daughter softly.

"I'll pick it! He has to look like the one in the movie: black hair and with a funny mustache." Amy giggled.

"Okay." The kids' mother glanced to Caleb and then to Alex again. "What about you, guys?"

The brother and sister exchanged looks and Caleb spoke first. "I'll go. I don't want you to decide on one that'll listen to Beethoven all day." He joked and all the eyes were placed on Alex.

"I guess I'll go too, I'm scared of this being your punishment for breaking into your room when you and dad were…"

"Alexandra!" Mrs. Cabot yelled and interrupted her daughter. "Close your mouth now or you'll be grounded until menopause." Alex smirked and got more comfortable in her seat.

"What's megocause?" Amy asked to Alex who just shrugged.

"You don't want to know, believe me." Caleb placed a hand on his little sister's shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

"All right, get your bags guys and we'll head out the house." Irene got up hurriedly before her children could say anything else and nearly ran to her own bedroom, avoiding her sixteen-year-old daughter.

She'd just started doing her make-up when she heard a knock on the door.

'Well, Here it goes.'

Yep, there it goes :) And there's lot more to come !