I wasn't expecting to continue this, but the muse had other ideas. There is one more chapter to follow. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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He knew her by sight, but better by reputation. She was one half of the golden team, the pride and joy of One Police Plaza. He and Olivia had even worked with her and her partner, the whackjob of the force. He couldn't stand Goren, and even more he hated being compared to the whiz kid.
Her hair fell around her shoulders as she nursed her margarita. She was alone, and so was he. Absently his thumb ran over his newly bare ring finger. The papers were signed and custody had been worked out almost two months ago, but it was almost like he expected to go home anytime and pick up where they had left off. That wasn't going to happen, and finally he made up his mind.
Slamming back the rest of his whiskey, Elliot stood up and moved over to where she sat at the bar.
Her hazel eyes met his cerulean ones, and he flashed her a drop dead gorgeous smile.
"Is this seat taken?"
She shook her head, smothering a smirk as he sat down.
And the alcohol worked its magic…
The next morning, Elliot awoke to a throbbing in his head. He groaned and reached out for a warm body to pull into his arms, but all he found was cold sheets. Frowning, he sat up. There was a note on his nightstand, and his brow furrowed as he read it.
Thanks for last night.
Alex.
The End.
