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Olivia
I look over at her and I see the smug look on her face. The way she said "Ready?" made me feel so inferior… I hadn't felt that way since my mother. And Liz. I know she's only here so she can reach a "broader constituency," but she could at least try to act better.
I regret inviting her.
She gets into my car and frowns a little… noting the lint-covered seats and paperwork strewn across the floor. I don't say a word, but I am sick of this, sick of her. I know I don't come from "old money" like she does but she had no right to treat me like that. Especially when I'm her colleague, an equal – driving her to the bar right now.
We arrive, and she takes a seat. I notice how she deliberately sits farthest from Fin. She distances herself from the squad and orders a cosmo while we get some Miller Lite.
The night wears on. Munch is drunk and spouting political gibberish. Elliot looks about to pass out. Only Cragen is still sober, having ordered a glass of water. Alex is looking superior as usual.
"Why do you act that way?" I thought aloud. Oh no. It was word vomit. I regretted my stupid move instantaneously. Her eyes widened the slightest bit and she ran into the bathroom.
"What's up with her?" asked Elliot.
"Mussstttt beee the newww foreiggnnn policyyy" slurred Munch. They obviously hadn't heard my words, sharp as knives. I ran into the bathroom after Alex.
The bathroom stank of urine. The cold linoleum floor was cracked and battered. I found Alex's familiar designer heels and waited outside her stall. She wasn't going… I could hear crying. Sniffs and sobs. She unlocked the door and looked up in surprise at my presence.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"I-I-… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you… It's just…"
"Oh right… Say you're sorry. It's not like you mean it anyways!" she laughed without a trace of humour in her voice.
"Alex… I do mean it. But I wish you would… Not act like I'm below you! Or any of us! Why can't you just treat us like equals? I know all you want is to become governor or whatever and you'll never get anyone's vote like this!" I shouted angrily.
She regained her posture. And her aloof façade. I saw the subtlest movement in her facial expression.
"Alright then, detective. I'm sorry."
She readjusted her purse on her soldier and washed her hands, leaving the bar. I stood there still, looking like an idiot.
Alex
It's been a week since the incident. I have kept my word. I have not gone out for some time and my relationship with Olivia has remained strictly professional. But I have to patch things up. I'm angry at her, I'm angry at everyone. I can't go on like this. So I ask her out to dinner on Saturday night and she agrees after hesitating slightly. "You don't have to go," I tell her, but she says she wants to. "Thanks," I say and I apologize again for that night… "No, I'm sorry," she says and she smiles a little and gives me a hug.
I don't know what just happened.
I'm struck by her.
What's going on… I think… I think I love Olivia.
No! It can't be right…
I'm straight…
I date slick defense attorneys like Trevor Langan and successful CEOs and entrepreneurs, not female cops!
I am NOT a dyke!
Or am I…?
