Title(Still working on it):
Law & Order, Special Victims Unit
Pairing: Olivia Benson/Alexandra Cabot
Summary: Olivia Benson can look a perp in the eye and squeeze a confession out of the most tight lipped individuals. But can she honestly question herself and confess to her feelings, or will she loose the chance and regret it. Rated M just in-case, for future chapters.
Chapter Two – Who's drunk? I'm not drunk.
Usually the tight knit group of Detectives (and ADA's of course) would visit their own establishment for beers and munchies, but the case in itself wove its way under Olivia and she just needed one night of normalcy, and rounds upon rounds of barley infused cocktails; a ginger coloured refreshment to her body and mind.
Detective Olivia Benson knew NYC well, and one establishment she knew of was a local bar in the city's district, she offered a suggestion to hit a local Bar and Restaurant on 727th Avenue, Tonic's Time Square.
Normally their presence going unnoticed, the group of 5 took in a few side glances and head bops, perhaps they were well known amongst the entire crowd, or perhaps their work clothes of suits and leather jackets took to their own stage for attention. Being a bar it didn't last long and meandering eyes went back to gawking and raking over scantily clad patrons.
Almost as if gravity were beckoning, the group were drawn to a semi-secluded table, past the lined wall of Plasma TV's, and rowdy dancers lip-syncing to the DJ's table turns and muffled Karaoke.
Elliot sat first, opting for the chair back to the crowd, thus remaining in control of any situations, any given time. In unison John Munch, and Fin Tutuola both sat adjacent to one another. Since becoming partners a few years ago, they two were almost inseparable. They worked together and alongside Elliot and Olivia, they were like Ying and Yang – and complimented each other well. Though, you wouldn't know this by looking at them.
Fin wore his personality as he did his slick leather jacket, his black hair at contrast with his skin, and neatly propped up into a tight ponytail, dangling just above nape's height. He had previously been working with the Drug unit, bringing down the high arch of dealers and busting dozens of ops before his pairing with the Jewish, high strong and critic to all forms of government – John Munch. If there was anyone else who knew or speculated of government secrecies, cover ups, wire tapping or anything that could be constituted as suspicious – John Munch was your man.
His outward appearance too, puzzled well with his persona. Standing over 6 feet tall, Munch – as was his nickname, took a more subtle approach to detective attire, fitting his lanky form in powdered gray suits and ties, reflecting his aging demure, yet sporting transition glasses – always obscuring his analytical smirk, following his dry humour and outward observations.
Having only two chairs left to occupy, Olivia and Alex shared a quick glance, both undecided on which to occupy. They both stood there expectantly until Fin decided he was to be the obvious host man.
"Hey look, two chairs – I'm thinkin' Olivia can sit there, next to Elliot," he indicated with his hand, then propositioning to the one next to it, "and my girl Alex, can sit there. Problem solved, another case shut out by Fin." The detective finished smugly, waving his hand distractedly at the waitress who had just deposited a tray.
Gee, that wasn't as awkward as I imagined now was it, Olivia mused to herself, watching as Alex pulled the chair out slightly, and settled comfortably. The blonde's back tall and proper, her legs flowing beneath the mahogany table, taking their usual place by being crossed over on another, the right dangling close to Olivia as she then took her own seat next to the ADA.
"Well, "Elliot clapped his hands together, rubbing audibly then relaxing them behind his toned shoulders, leaning back. "Since Fin there has ordered us a few pitchers, what say we toast to a hard day's work of catching perps, and relax like we deserve."
"El, it's usually customary to toast with a mug or cup, "Olivia had stated the obvious, but her eyes betrayed her mockery, flickering in time with her candid smirk, "But I agree, "her features falling into a small set of serious lines. "We had a hell of a case before us, and only God himself could have strung up that ending, I think we all deserve to get hammered and have a night of regrets!"
The statement rang righteously around the table, and with perfect timing mugs and bottles were deposited onto the table, and liquid courage spilled recklessly overtop as they jarred together to the previous toast.
Alex who normally would have taken to a wine menu or something a little more prestige had no arguments to a cold draft of NYC's finest. Taking the dewed bottle to her lips she let it wash away her previous day's work, and settle comfortably in her stomach. Just as she lowered the necks top from her lips she caught a glimpse of brown eyes on hers, but as soon as it was spotted they were drawn toward the animated movements of her fellow coworkers. Apparently Fin had crushed Munch's paper swan, in which John had dictated that ever piece of paper left its mark, and the government knew of each logo, scribble, and droplet we left on them.
The hours ticked by and conversations grew hoarse and languid, Fin and Munch had took it upon themselves to deposit their onlooker status and console the failed Karaoke crowd, side by side of course.
Elliot who had been a mediator between each conversation departed as 5 beers and a bowl of pretzels called him elsewhere.
The only two remaining occupants were Alex and Olivia, and the notion made both uneasy and excited at the same time.
Olivia who was on her 3, 4th – 5th beer maybe? - Was elated. This night was great, her and her squad of the 16th precinct all together, sharing laughs and stories – and a certain ADA was still there, sitting beside her. She took note of the relaxed appearance of Alex, her normally blonde hair symmetrical to her appearance was partially wisped aside, after her hand ran through it for the second time, Olivia noted.
"Well Detective, I think you've had quite enough," Alex too had noticed how many Olivia had to drink; normally the detective was quite religious on her alcohol intake – given her family history of alcoholism. But this night was different then all the rest, Olivia was drinking past her usual restrictions and it was obvious, because within the last hour and a half she not only loosened to tongue to the gang, but she had her leather jacket, red sweater and was left with a casual white – T, showcasing her taut figure.
"Look princess, " Olivia sneered in false seriousness, "I may have had a few thrown back, but I'm still in control here, " her eyes locked with Alex's, but failed to notice the dilation of the blue ones before her.
"That may be the case, "Alex said purposefully, while reaching to cup the top of Olvia's mug, "but after this one is thrown down, I'm quite sure you won't be."
Olivia saw the move, and looked at the hand as if it were foreign – even though she knew it well, and prayed to god that all those time Alex perched herself on her desk and rested her palms, that it would somehow – just somehow brush against her own twitching one. But this wasn't like any of those times – Olivia was in control (be it from alcohol or not) and she lifted her own hand from its resting place of the table and encircled the slender wrist of Alex's.
Alex with surprise – had her eyebrows reach the highest they have ever been, while deep down she felt a stirring of familiarity she knew all too well in the presence of Detective Benson. She stiffened her jaw slightly, rebounding from the initial touch of contact and continued her interrogation of the Detective.
"Well if that's your take on it, Detective Benson, then it would please the court, "she added for conviction, "If you could tell me where exactly you have placed your keys?" Alex's hand remained on the lip of the cup and under her hand.
Olivia's smugness reverberated through her as she instantly reached to her belt loop. Only – to find it MIA. Removing her fingers from Alex's wrist, she used it to feel around herself, only to notice a sparkle of silver across from her. Sitting perched alongside the freed hand of ADA Alexandra Cabots finger, sitting there clutched beside her exposed thigh.
Olivia swallowed and licked her dry lips, partially from the pretzels she had munched on previously, and from just where her keys lay, and how she wanted her keys. Deciding to put a spin on the interrogation Olivia looked up nonchalantly and fixed her eyes on Alex's bemused ones. "Well, they're with Elliot." The brunette lied, taking in Alex's jarred facial expression.
"Oh really? Well that's good. Having a sober driveris always the right thing to do" she interjected, while slipping the silver ringed keys into her palm while standing up. "Anyway, Liv, I've got about 3 requested warrants and a meeting with Judge Donnelly tomorrow morning, so I'm calling it a night, "Alex stated while slipping her black purse off the back of her chair and carelessly throwing it on her shoulder.
Olivia saw her chance to corner the District Attorney crumble all around her as Alex – and her only set of keys were leaving. Crap, I think she sees my hand and is raising me to confess. Well, I'll be damned if I let her leave me speechless and at a loss again. "Oh you're leaving? Well let me go tell Elliot, grab my keys and I'll share a cab with you, since I'm intoxicated as you stated." I will get my keys back, with or without your consent for my warrant, Cabot.
"Fine, "Alex's eyes narrowed in a combative gesture, but she remained poised. "I'll hail a cab and then meet you outside." With that, Alex sauntered off towards the restaurants exit, leaving a bewildered and frustrated Brunette in her wake.
So yeah, thats my second chapter, Lol..I hoped it was a good read. :)