Chapter two; New York's Finest
9:18 pm; I arrive home to Olivia's for the first time since lunch with her this afternoon. Ever since lunch my day has been hell. I lost a new case today, and this was one I particularly didn't want to lose. All I want to do is drown my sorrows and guilt into the closest wine bottle. I want my detective. I want her to taste my selfish kiss. I want her to nurse my bruised ego, and cradle my guilt. But I can't do that to her, I already ask for too much. As I walk through the hall wall to the kitchen, I see her on the laying couch in the living room with the TV on.
I walk over to the arm of the couch. She is asleep, so I lightly kiss her on the forehead. I can see the dried tear stains on her face. Why was my detective crying? I quickly sit down to the right of her. She wakes up from my quick movements and quickly embraces her head into to my chest. She starts to cry and we start to rock back and forth.
"What's wrong, love?" I say.
She replied, "I wasn't crying because I was sad."
"Then baby, why were you crying?"
"Remember when you left last night? When you left the apartment and you didn't tell me where you went?"
"Yes. Listen, about that...I, I…"
She abruptly takes my face into her hands and kisses me. I thought I was in trouble for leaving her alone, but this wasn't an 'I-need-you' kiss. This was an 'I-love-you-so- much- please- take-me- into-your-arms-right-now' kiss.
"Liv," I ask, "What's going on?"
"Today, while I was cleaning, I found a jewelry box. I did not want to open it, but I was so curious. Alex, I couldn't help it." She says, and starts crying again.
"Baby, it's ok, I bought that this morning, and I was just about to go get it for you. Something told me you deserved it."
I hear sniffles as I walk down the hall to the bedroom. I go straight for the dresser and I dig out from the bottom an elongated white box. Why the hell was she cleaning the bottom of the drawers? I head back to the living room and plop down on the couch and I hand my detective the box.
"I guess I won't get to see the shock value I was hoping for." I say laughing.
"Alex, this is way too expensive," she says while she lifts up a one-carat garnet diamond bracelet.
"The garnet reminded me of your eyes," I say taking it from her and placing it on her wrist.
"How can I repay you for this? It is so nice; I'll never be able to pay you back"
"Olivia Benson!" I say with fake offensiveness, "You are my girlfriend, and plan to love you forever. You never are going to pay me back."
"Alex, you know me, I have to do something or I'll feel guilty for wearing this"
"Fine, if you must do something, just read the transcription out loud," I say with a smirk on my face.
"Olivia, you are my sun that keeps me burring inside and my moon that shadows my fears." She says, on the verge of tears again.
"See? That wasn't so hard."
I stand up holding my hand out for her to grab. She gently places her hand in mine and I lean into her. I give her the most sensual kiss I can and we fall back to the coach. All the while, that bracelet is sparking in the pale moonlight on New York's Finest.
