Lebanese
"That guy said lesbian, right?" Fin asked, the shock of the confession that Alexandra Cabot had made still fresh in the room.
"It wasn't Lebanese." Munch said with a sarcastic flair that only he possessed.
"And that was Alex Cabot?" He asked, unsure.
"Yes it was." Munch confirmed.
"Alexandra Cabot. The one that works with us?" Fin asked.
"Very same."
"The ADA?"
"In the flesh."
"And she wanted to see Olivia?"
"Uh huh."
"The one that works with us?" Fin asked.
"Benson, very same."
"And Stabler." Fin said, turning around.
"Indeed. The one that works with us" Munch said, crossing his hands behind his back and foregoing the repetitive question.
"He went in there, right." Fin asked, pointing to the door.
"Yep."
"With Cabot."
"Already established."
Fin paused as his mind spun. "Did he look surprised to you?" Fin asked.
"Not even a little." Munch answered.
"So that bastard knew." Fin said shaking his head.
"Would appear so." Munch shrugged.
"Did you know that they were?" Fin asked, looking into Munch's face to read the answer there before the older man could answer.
Munch shrugged. "Did you?" he asked.
"Not a god damn clue." Fin said, shaking his head.
"Me either."
"It explains the breakfasts."
"And the lunches and dinners." Munch added.
"That woman's spent a lot of money on food for us." Fin said, thinking back to the number of meals he had on Alex Cabot's dime.
"I thought we were just doing real well. It's disappointing to know we weren't the object of her affections."
"Apparently, we've been paying with nature's credit card."
"Liv must be good." Munch said.
"Don't go there old man. I don't want to think about Olivia paying that bill." Fin said.
They looked at each other, and then around the room. There were some shocked faces, the people who had been close enough to hear the exchange and others who were scratching their heads without the benefit of the words. The tension in the room was high, but slowly, people started to move again. Conversations restarted, and the shock that Alex Cabot and Elliot Stabler had left behind them began to be discussed, rationalized, and contained. They were lucky that everyone in the room were friends and not foes. While they knew the gossip train had been set into motion, they knew the likelihood of an immediate all points bulletin were relatively low. Both of them sat back, got comfortable, and prepared to wait.
To Be Continued…