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Rated M for spice

Rod of Asclepius

Chapter Two: Serpent's Bite

Olivia entered the darkly lit squad room and waddled gingerly to her desk. "Fuck…this hurts." She hissed in pain and frowned, looking over at Alex.

Soft blue gazed at her in sympathy. "I bet your pain medication is starting to wear off. Here," Alex set the bottle down on Olivia's desk, staring at it intently then looked at her lover with an arched eyebrow, "take some after you eat. Even half of the dose should take some of the pain away."

"Probably. That shit only lasts for three hours and it makes me loopy as hell."

"That's why I suggested half the dose." Alex rolled her eyes at the sarcasm lacing her lover's tone.

Olivia grabbed the bottle, jerked open her desk drawer, and tossed it in. She avoided looking at Alex as she slammed the drawer shut as hard as she could. Alex sighed loudly in the quiet darkness of the room.

Brown eyes flicked down to the beach bag clutched tight in Alex's hand and Olivia sighed for the eighth time since she left her apartment. "Did you have to bring such a…bright pink bag? Why didn't you just paint a target on my ass while you were at it. You and pink...I swear."

Soft blue flicked to cold steel in an instant. The still air in the squad room rippled with the sudden tension radiating between the two lovers.

"You asked me to bring your pillow discreetly. It was all I could manage at your place. It's not as if you have a plethora of Gucci bags lying about Olivia. Besides, the Doctor said you have to sit on it so your tailbone will heal properly." She tapped her chin. "Do you want a crooked ass bone?"

"Ass bone? Did the Doctor, your new friend, use that term? Sounds so professional." Olivia looked at the large and very bright bag with disgust, then reached over to take the bag from Alex. But before her fingers closed around the soft nylon, the bag quickly moved away from her reach.

"Baby... Give me my ass pillow. I need to sit down before anyone else gets here." Olivia gazed around the still empty and shadowy squad room. "It will be rather obvious don't you think, when I have to pull out my ass pillow and sit down on it...gingerly."

It had been Alex who suggested they arrive to the squad room before six to beat the eight A.M. shift Detectives, and hopefully save her lover the humiliation of an explanation.

Alex frowned. "Don't be like that Liv… you needed to go to the ER. You really could have injured yourself bad."

"You demanded I thrust faster. Remember? I told you to slow down," Olivia retorted. "And this" she pointed to her butt cheeks and grabbed onto her desk corner for support then continued, "for the last time…happened to us, or have you forgotten all your bitching the other day about not being able to fuck me for four weeks."

"I'm sorry. Us…" Alex sighed and glared at her lover. "As I told you yesterday when you called in sick, take some Goddamn pain pills already. I said I was sorry." Under her breath she muttered, "stubborn jerk."

Stomping her foot, she tossed the bag at Olivia then turned away to walk over to the coffee pot. Soft rustling then the squeak of chair wheels echoed around the still empty squad room. With her back to her lover Alex said loudly, "it won't happen again. I'll take an oath of celibacy for fucks sake." She started the coffee pot to focus on a task and not burst into angry tears.

"I know you said you're sorry. And... I forgive you. It's just…everyone will start asking questions, and I can't deal with it today."

"Like I can? Elliot knows we're together. He's going to assume this is my fault somehow and be mad at me. And probably laugh until he falls and breaks his ass too." Alex turned around to face Olivia, her shimmering eyes aimed at the floor. "Your walking around like a Penguin Liv. Do you really think the Detectives that work here won't start asking questions? And when they do, what are you going to say? You couldn't even lie to the damn ER Doctor."

"She was being nosy. Besides, I only wanted to lie if we had a homo-hating Doctor, and instead we get a big ole lesbian. And a very nice one too. But that doesn't mean that I can't lie. I just decided it wasn't necessary." Olivia sucked in a deep breath, rested for a minute then said, "And I tried to tell you…"

"Yes, I got it." Hot moisture gathered in downcast blue eyes. "I will pick you up later…if you still want to see me that is." Alex looked up with tears in her eyes to meet her lover's gaze.

"You have my number." She stepped away from Olivia before she said something she would really regret, and didn't look back as she stepped through the double doors of the squad room then entered the stairwell as fast as possible.

"Well fuck!" Olivia shouted as she eased her body down to rest on her fluffy butt pillow.

Alex brashly wiped her wet cheeks. Click-clack. Click-clack. Her heels echoed on the concrete as she fled the scene. Nobody in the lobby would meet her brief gaze.

She bit her shaking lip and resisted the urge to yell obscenities in the cavernous building. She stepped outside and rested against the building. "She didn't mean to be a jerk…she's in pain, that's all. Maybe I should call her later and apologize?" The people all over the sidewalk ignored her soft rantings.

"But she'll probably throw it back in my face." She wiped more hot tears away with the sleeve of her jacket and blinked rapidly. A taxi pulled up and the driver looked at her inquisitively.

She nodded as a silent reply to his 'you want ride' look, and stepped up to the yellow car slowly.

"I'm going to choke her before the four weeks are up…I better find a decent defense attorney now," she muttered as she sunk down into the taxi.

"Where to lady?"

"The courthouse please." She gazed out the window and frowned at her teary eyed reflection. "Sexy Cabot. You look good with tears in your eyes."

"Ah, no be sad…He a jerk anyways…plenty more men for you." The taxi driver said loudly.

She laughed sarcastically, glanced at him then turned back to her reflection, and chewed her thumbnail as the taxi sped through downtown Manhattan at break neck speeds. Not once did she hold on to keep from being tossed around the bench seat. It just isn't worth it.

"She is a jerk. But I love her so much."

Blue eyes kept locked on their watery reflection, missing the dropped jaw reaction to her response.

Back at the Squad:

"I am such a dumb-ass jerk," Olivia mumbled as she rested her head in her hands. "Damn my mouth. Gonna need flowers to fix this one." She relished the solitude, not wanting to explain why she sat on her fluffy pillow and scolded her mouth.

Ring-Ring.

Olivia jumped, grabbed the desk and resituated herself on her round travel pillow. Then she recognized the intruding noise as her cell phone, and glanced at the caller ID, half expecting it to be Alex, but the number said a Queens area code.

She answered briskly, "Benson."

"Hey Olivia…it's Stabler. I'm using my daughters' phone. We got a situation."

Olivia paused. "Uh…I'm not on the scene as your partner for the next few weeks. Didn't the Captain tell you yesterday?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was in an accident."

"WHAT? Are you okay? What happened? Did they catch the person that hit you?"

"Whoa…slow down speedy. It wasn't an auto accident… I sort of fell down and hurt myself. Brokemytailbone."

Utter silence through the phone receiver.

"Buhahahahaha…. Are you telling me you fell down and couldn't get up? Did you finally make Cabot really mad?"

Hysterical laughing echoed through the receiver.

"You know what? Just shut up." She paused and flipped off her phone. "Finn will help you out. I'm in the squad today. We'll catch up later." She slammed her phone shut and muttered, "fucking asshole."

She stared down at the pink bag, sitting beside her desk. "She tried to make me comfortable and I bit her head off in reply."

A tear trailed down her cheek as she kept staring at the bright bag. She bit her lip and squeezed the hand still clutching her cell phone.

A/N: This is just a bit of rambles. I decided to add a few chapters to my smut-shot…

This update reminded me of when I had a cholecystectomy last year, and treated my family and friends like shit because I was in pain. I wanted this Olivia to be a jerk so then she and Alex can make up and play kissy face as my mother would say.

And no, my mother does not READ these smut rambles. God, the mortification… It's like that one time I stole my brothers playboy and um..kept it for the articles. Yeah! And she found it. That was a weird conversation.

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