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Please don't let her be mad! Alex's mouth had gotten her into trouble before but never had she upset Olivia so much for her to not speak to her. Awkward silence pushed Alex to leave the precinct and head home.

Yet Alex's mind somehow always trailed off to the detective.

Alex was sorry, extremely. She would do anything to take it back, but it seemed the only thing she could do was wait for tomorrow.

Alex woke up on her couch with the TV blaring. It was 6:00a.m. She always woke up at six and decided she had to be at the precinct at 9:00 anyway. Alex set her coffee machine and went to take a shower. 15 minutes later she emerged out of her bathroom and headed to her bedroom to change, when the door buzzer rang. Surprised she walked to the door and pushed the intercom button "Who is it?" "It's me, Olivia." Olivia had been informed that Alex had a strict schedule so she was always up by six no exception. Alex was surprised; she didn't know what to say. So just she pushed the unlock button. All she knew was in a matter of minutes Olivia would be upstairs, possibly in her apartment. Alex didn't even have enough time to change… Alex looked around her apartment, it was clean enough.

~A knock on the door broke her thoughts~

Alex turned to open the door. And once she did she noticed a few things. 1~Olivia looked like she hadn't slept at all since yesterday. 2~She looked kind of tipsy. And 3~She looked like she had been crying.

Alex's heart fell to her stomach. Could what she did or thought really affect her that much? Olivia opened her mouth to speak but nothing seemed to come out as if she was looking for the right words. "You…know…when I was…younger…" There was no doubt about it she was drunk. "Olivia, how much did you drink?" Alex asked. Olivia laughed, "Pshh… Like you care about me…"

Alex ushered Olivia into her living room and told her to sit on the couch. Alex practically ran to her bedroom, put on the fist articles of clothing she could find and then went to the kitchen to get Olivia a cup of coffee.

Alex returned into the living room with two mugs and handed one to Olivia.

"Alex, I'm good at my job… and don't ever try and tell me otherwise." Olivia let out. Alex looked at the detective, placed her mug on the coffee table and took Olivia's hand. With Olivia's one hand sandwiched between Alex's two hands Alex said, "You're the best, and I'm sorry you took me so seriously, I don't know what to say, it's scary. I just met this woman, and everyone is expecting me to be the family she doesn't have and I don't think I want to do that. It's a lot of pressure on my part and right now the only thing I feel I owe her is to put that bastard who did this in jail and I feel that for every victim. I felt overwhelmed." Alex held back tears and continued, "I was upset that we were going nowhere on the case, and then Elliot was accusing her of lying. I snapped, it was the last straw, you know? But that in no way reflects upon you, it reflects who I am and I'm sorry and I don't blame anyone for this except myself." Olivia didn't expect Alex to open up like this; she was usually more closed and private. She normally works out her own problems. Why was she suddenly so open? Olivia hadn't anticipated she would have gotten such a thought out answer. She didn't really know what to say to that. Maybe Alex wasn't as cold hearted as she let on. Maybe under all that prosecutor skin there was a person, and maybe if she was lucky, maybe even a heart.

Olivia rose from her seat breaking contact from Alex. Olivia seemed to have gotten up a bit too quickly because all she said was "BATHROOM" Before Alex pointed at the hall to show her the way. Olivia ran like a shot all the way there. The coffee on top of all that liquor she had been drinking all night seemed to have upset her stomach. Alex had little to no hope that Olivia would remember anything she had just told her.

Alex still sitting on the couch wondered if she should follow Olivia or not. Alex rubbed her forehead, let out a yawn and walked to the bathroom to see if Olivia needed some help.

Once she got to the locked bathroom door, she could distinctly hear a muffled version of someone throwing up. Alex rolled her eyes, knocked on the door and at the same time said, "Olivia, do you need some help?"-No answer, well it's not like Alex expected one. Although she did need to be polite. Alex turned to her linen closet and grabbed some towels and left them outside the bathroom door for Olivia. Alex still needed to be at the precinct at about 9:30 to talk to Mandy. So she went to her room to change.

Alex had changed her outfit about six times and when she finally got out of her room Olivia was nowhere to be found. The bathroom was clean; it was as if Alex had dreamt the whole thing. But when Alex saw the two discarded mugs on the coffee table she knew she wasn't going insane. As Alex cleaned up the dishes she glanced up at the clock 7:49. She had so much time before she had to leave.

Alex paced her kitchen for a few moments then heard a phone ringing in her living room, it couldn't be her home phone there was one in the kitchen; her cell was in her pocket so that wasn't ringing. Alex walked quickly to the living room, and spotted Olivia's cell on her couch. She walked toward the ringing and picked up the phone, -Elliot- "Elliot?' Alex answered. "Alex, I'm sorry I thought I called Liv." "You did, she just left her phone here." "What do you mean?" Alex sat down on her couch contemplating whether or not she should tell him what Olivia had done. Alex sat in silence for a while until Elliot said her name, "Alex?"

Alex didn't know how to explain this on the phone so she told Elliot to meet her at the café down the street of the precinct. Elliot reluctantly agreed.

-5-

Little Café Down the Street

Friday, January 7th, 2005

8:00 a.m.

"Alex, what the hell is going on?" Alex heard Elliot say from a distance. Alex looked up from her seat in the café and saw Elliot walking toward her and finally sat in front of her. Alex sighed, and told Elliot about her little encounter with Olivia that morning. Elliot just murmured a little. "Fuck… What the fuck? Alex just sat there and stirred her second coffee of the day with her spoon and wouldn't dare look up at Elliot. She was ashamed of what she had done, and she was worried about what he would think. Elliot tried to get eye contact with Alex but she wouldn't give in. Alex stirred in her chair, she had no idea where Olivia had gone, and neither did Elliot. Alex knew Elliot was thinking the exact same thing.


This chapter is a little more serious than the one before…