Title: Something For You For Me, Chapter 2
Rating: PG (still... for now)
Notes: Look at me all trying to actually continue a story! (you'll be happy to know, Chapter 4 is written...here's hoping I can come up with a chapter 3!)

As promised, when Alex exited her building's front door, a town car was waiting for her.

"Ms. Cabot?" the driver standing on the sidewalk beside the car inquired when he saw her.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes."

He returned the smile politely and opened the back door for her, offering his hand to her and helping her in. Shutting the door behind her, the driver then went around the car and got behind the wheel. Before he started the engine, however, he turned around and handed Alex an envelope, "I was asked to give this to you," he said in explanation.

Alex smiled again, "Thank you." As the engine purred to life and the car accelerated away from the curb, Alex read the note inside the envelope.

When the driver lets you out, enter the building and go to the florist shop that's in the lobby. Tell them you're picking up an order for Alex Cabot.

Alex considered the note. A florist in the lobby. Hm. That probably meant she was being taken to a huge office building (unlikely), a hospital (lord help Olivia if that's where she was being taken Alex thought to herself with a small chuckle), or a rather large and really nice hotel (most probable).

With another small smile, Alex tucked the note into the bag Olivia had packed, and took that opportunity to also put the wrapped box she'd brought in there as well, and then settled in for the drive, not knowing exactly where she was going, but looking forward to it all the same.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long to arrive at the destination. For it was just fifteen minutes later the town car pulled into the drop off drive for one of New York's finer lodging establishments.

The driver came around to open the door for Alex, and tipped his hat as she thanked him and proceeded into the lavish lobby, following Olivia's instructions, locating and going immediately to the floral shop off to one side of the opulent and open space.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up an order for Alex Cabot?" Alex posed the statement as a question to the florist as soon as she entered the small shop.

The man smiled, "Oh, yes," was his reply.

It was then that Alex realized that she must have, at least unconsciously, expected to receive a somewhat large bouquet. Because she found herself a little surprised, but also absolute delighted, when the man at the shop opened the door to the glass cooler near the checkout counter, reached in, and pulled out a small crystal vase containing just two red roses.

They were so understated.

So not ostentatious.

But so stunningly beautiful in their simplicity and in their intention and in their meaning.

They were so perfectly Olivia.

Alex found herself swallowing down unexpected tears for the second time that evening as she smiled at the man and took both the delicate vase and the note card that came with it. As she turned to slowly exit the florist, she brought the flowers to her nose and inhaled their scent before unfolding the card to, again, reveal Olivia's handwriting.

These are for you.

Alex smiled, able to hear Olivia's slightly bashful but also proud voice and see Olivia's smile in her mind's eye as clearly as she would if the detective were right there in front of her handing her those roses and saying those words. And the attorney unconsciously smiled and even blushed a little in response. She continued reading.

Also for you, I promise, is just one more stop. Go to the front desk and ask for your messages.

Gladly, Alex thought thought to herself as she headed right on over.

"May I help you?" the friendly hotel receptionist asked with a smile as Alex approached.

"Yes, do you have a message for Alex Cabot?"

"One moment, please," the woman checked her computer and then turned around and retrieved an envelope before turning back around to hand it to the attorney.

Thanking the woman, Alex turned away from the desk and opened the envelope. Inside was a room key and a final note. The shortest note of them all.

4256

Love, me.

A small flutter went through Alex's stomach and she knew another smile touched her lips. 42nd floor. Nothing but the best.

Proceeding to the elevator bank, she stepped in one going to her floor and felt another flutter as elevator began its quick ascent. Standing in the small enclosed space with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder, holding a vase with two red roses in one hand a room key in the other, and knowing she was still sporting a broad smile she couldn't seem to wipe off her face, Alex could feel the other guests on the elevator with her eyeing her a little bit curiously.

But she didn't care. She didn't care at all.

All she cared about was seeing Olivia. She just couldn't wait to see Olivia.

Five minutes earlier, Olivia had been trying to remain calm in the 42nd floor suite she'd gotten for the night. But her nerves were slightly betrayed when she jumped a bit when her phone sounded and when she answered it before the first ring had even finished, "Benson."

"This is City Car Service," the voice on the other end of the line stated, "You has asked to be informed when I dropped Ms. Cabot off at the hotel. So I'm just calling to let you know she just walked into the lobby."

And with that it was Olivia's turn to smile and it was Olivia's turn to have a small flutter run through her stomach. "Thank you," she replied before hanging up. She took a deep breath and swallowed. Then she looked at her watch. And she smiled again. Perfect.

While imaging exactly what Alex was doing 42 floors below her, the detective gave everything a final once over, uncorked the bottle of wine to let it start to breath a bit, lit the candle on the small dining table that was already set for two, and then turned off one of the lights, effectively dimming the room a bit.

Then with a last quick look in the mirror, she sat down in one of the chairs at the table, and waited. Trying not to be too anxious.

But it was hard. Because all she wanted was to see Alex. She just couldn't wait to see Alex.