When Alex received a call on her phone, she assumed it was the jury with a verdict.

"Cabot."

"Hello Mrs. Cabot."

"Well hello Mrs. Cabot, what can I do for you today?"

"You could do me."

"That sounds good. When and where?"

"How about your office, right now?"

Olivia opened the door and came right inside.

Alex licked her lips. "You know I love it when you wear that turquoise shirt and those black jeans."

"Do I?" Olivia feigned innocent? "I might have forgotten." She sat on the desk, leaning her hands back inviting Alex to approach.

The prosecutor left her chair so she could straddle her wife's hips and planted a kiss on her soft lips. The two women started battling for control, tongues plunging in and out as their hands roamed and they pressed their bodies together.

"How was court?" Olivia asked between kisses.

"Waiting for a verdict," Alex said between kisses as she made her way down Olivia's shirt, opening the buttons.

"Think it'll be today?"

"Probably. It's an easy case." She started kissing her wife's tan cleavage.

"Speaking of easy," Olivia told her, "I'm not wearing any panties."

She knew Alex couldn't resist that. The litigator undid Olivia's belt and pulled off her pants, revealing her strong legs and glistening sex.

"Now what should I do with this easy case?"

"How about a deal so you don't have to return to trial?"

Alex rubbed her inner thigh. "What are the terms?"

"You eat me right now, and I will take care of you all night."

"A tempting offer," Alex smirked as she rubbed her wife's inner folds. "An indecent proposal indeed."

Alex knew she likely didn't have a lot of time. She pushed her head in between Olivia's legs and started to taste.

"Oh yeah," she moaned as she threw her head back.

"Shh! People are still here," Alex started to move her tongue inside of her wife's chasm.

Needing something to bite on, Olivia had to use her own arm. Her hips rocked against the desk.

Alex held them down, forcing her to stay still. Olivia's bucking made even more noise.

Knowing she didn't have time to tease her wife, Alex sucked hard on Olivia's clitoris while pumping her with two fingers.

Alex's phone started to ring, but Olivia was almost there. After the third ring, Olivia came hard.

Alex just managed to grab the phone on the last ring, "Cabot here."

"The jury is ready to deliver its verdict."

"I will be right there."

"I gotta go love," Alex kissed her cheek and headed to court.

The detective scrambled to get her pants on. She was about to leave when Jim came barreling through the door.

"Where's Cabot?"

"In court."

"I could have sworn I just heard her voice."

He turned around and left.

I hope he didn't hear us.

She got her shoes on and went back to work. She had some paperwork to fill out.

"In the charge of murder in the first degree, we find the defendant guilty."

Alex got her big "C." She kept her face stoic, not wanting to look like a bragger in front of the judge. Also the mood was still somewhat somber. Two children lost their father, and the son would always think it was at least partially his fault.

The defendant showed no emotion at all, like she stopped living once her games got shut down. Her lawyer said, "be ready for an appeal."

Alex wasn't fazed. Why not file an appeal when she's facing LROP.

The judge ordered sentencing for December.

"Court is adjourned."

The ADA went to get her twins early. She usually couldn't get to them until 5:00-5:30 and was glad to have an extra hour and a half with them

"How about we go pick up Mommy?"

She strapped her devils in the backseat and drove to the 1-6.

When she got there, the unit was happy to see a distraction.

"Aw they're so big," Munch cooed. Ollie was in a zebra onesie, and Lorelai had on a tiger onesie. They had also doubled in size. Ollie was about 12.5lbs and Lorelei was 11lbs.

Fin approved of the onesies. "Usually babies just wear boring things like blue or pink solids."

"What's the point of babies if you can't dress them up in cute outfits?" Alex teased.

Elliot wondered if she was serious.

"She wants our daughter to be Ruth Bader Ginsburg for Halloween," Olivia told the squad.

"How awesome would that be, put her in a Notorious RBG shirt and she will be a hit at the party!"

"What party?" Munch questioned.

"The DA's office has a costume party for kids and they give prizes for the best ones."

"I never heard of this," Elliot mentioned.

"It's during the day on the Friday before Halloween, for kids too young to be in school. I never went because I didn't have kids, but now, oh they're too cute not to win."

"Already teaching them how to win," Olivia told her.

"The Cabots are winners and cuties; it's a rule."

"Speaking of winning, how did your case go?"

"Guilty on murder in the first; she will never see the light of day again because I will be the governor rejecting her pardon."

"I take it your meeting with Liz went well."

"It did."

Cragen came out to yell at them for not doing work when he saw … "Oh yes!" He loved it when the twins came to visit.

He scooped up Ollie right away. "Who's a cute little zebra?"

Munch picked up Lorelei. "I finished my reports." The conspiracy theorist was secretly a softy when it came to babies, especially ones in cute outfits.

Now it was a race to finish the paperwork so people could play with the babies and leave for the weekend.

Fin was next to finish. "Remember, Uncle Fin is your favorite." He couldn't think of a better household for children than Alex and Olivia's. The two women were smart, strong, stupid in love, and happy. Their kids would have everything they ever needed.

Olivia was third. "Mommy's got you," she took Lorelei as the baby started to fuss. Someone needed a diaper change. The detective took the baby bag, and her baby, to the women's room. When the detective came back, she had a laughing Lorelei in her arms.

Olivia had a special smile when she held her children. It was Alex's favorite smile, and it warmed her heart that she was able to give her wife children.

"You look so happy right now," John told Alex as the blonde bounced Ollie up and down.

"There's no better sight than watching Olivia with our children."

You mean your bastards with Trevor Langan Elliot thought to himself. Out of all of the people to fuck, why would she choose him?

Olivia blushed. "They make me so happy."

"Me too."

Soon, the cute time was over and Alex took her family home.

The guys decided to meet up for drinks later that evening.

"Too bad Alex and Olivia can't come out with us to O'Malley's anymore," Munch said.

"At least one of them can come," Stabler told them. If only one came, it would be Olivia. Alex wouldn't come without her.

"Maybe, but they probably don't want to be separated," Fin answered.

Elliot had an idea.

After he got home, he called Olivia and asked if she could come out to celebrate.

"I don't think we can get a sitter on such short notice."

"You two are apart of the team and deserve to celebrate too. Maybe you two could alternate victories."

"We could (but I don't want to celebrate with out her)."

"Great, see you at nine." He hung up.

Afterwards, Olivia broached the idea with Alex.

"Why don't we bring the twins?"

"To the bar?"

Alex shrugged. "Nothing ever happens there. It's not like it's a rowdy bar, and if they start to cry, it's loud enough so they don't disturb everyone, like they would in a restaurant. If we put their baby earmuffs on, I doubt they'll hear a thing."

Abbie and Serena got them baby earmuffs, so the babies wouldn't be traumatized by their sex. It was a joke, but they could be useful.

"I guess we can bring them, and if it gets to be too much, we'll just go home together."

When Munch and Fin came to the bar, they were surprised to see, "aw they're so cute."

Alex changed their nighttime wear to a cop onesie for Lorelei and a criminal one for Ollie.

They were asleep with their little earmuffs on.

Alex was the designated driver for the night.

Stabler was late, so they got their first round without him. Alex got a nonalcoholic beer.

"They make nonalcoholic beer?" Fin questioned.

"Yeah."

"But that defeats the point of beer."

"Not if you like the taste of the beer, but you don't want to be drunk." Alex went with the Clausthaler.

The twins slept soundly in their carriers as the team chatted about their week.

Fin was about to suggest round two when Elliot came and was surprised to see, "what are they doing here?"

"We both wanted to come, so we brought the little ones with us," Alex said matter of fact. "They're asleep and can't hear anything under their earmuffs."

"Which means John can't corrupt them with his conspiracy theories," Fin added.

After the third round, Alex was ready to head in. "You have a deal to honor," she whispered into Olivia's ear.

Olivia nodded. "I think it's time for us to head out."

"Going to bed already?" Munch questioned.

"But not to sleep," Alex smirked as she grabbed Ollie and Olivia grabbed Lorelei.

"Goodbye boys."

Elliot frowned.

Fin just chuckled. "Well who doesn't love victory sex?"

Elliot still didn't like them together. He wasn't a homophobe, well not in the way Alex was thinking. He had no issue with gay people generally. He just didn't want it in his family.

Olivia was family to him, and he thought that she would someday find a man that would make her happy. Some days, he hoped that man would be him, not that he wanted to lose Kathy, but there were those times when he wondered what would have happened if she hadn't gotten pregnant. They had married so young. He had barely known who he was when he married her.

While he moped, Fin and Munch ribbed each other. It didn't take a genius to see that Stabler was having trouble accepting that Olivia finally had her own family; she would no longer be his crutch. She still had his back, but she had her own family to live for now and they thought this was good.

Now it was October. Another Monday meant another staff meeting. Alex wondered if it was really necessary for them to meet every other Monday, but she would hardly tell her boss she thought these thirty-minute sessions were a waste of her time.

Casey looked tired. Alex wanted to ask her how she was doing after the meeting.

"It's time to begin," Donnelly got straight to business. Branch's office set a new list of standards on which to assess the ADAs. Instead of just using success rate at trial, which was typical, they had a more developed system, which included number of trials, difficulty of trials, plea bargain ratio (comparing your plea bargain to the average for that crime), % of evidence motions won and % of objections won.

"This is our way of better assessing how you all are doing. The higher your total score, the more likely you are to be considered for a promotion. The worse you do, the more likely you are to be canned."

Alex looked ready to slap somebody.

"Do you have something to add Cabot?" Donnelly saw the stank look on her face.

"Permission to speak freely?"

"Granted."

"This sounds dumb."

People made faces. Did she just say that?

"Tell me why."

"Half of those things are immeasurable. Who is to say how difficult a case is, who is going to keep stats on the evidence motions and objections, and the whole ratio idea is garbage. If we just make plea deals as long as possible to boost our own stats, then we're missing the point of the justice system.

It's supposed to be about fairness under the circumstances not trying to be Barry Bonds and boost our own ERAs. I don't speak for everyone else, but I do this job because the victims matter, and because I want them to get justice, not so I can make my own trading card."

Donnelly raised a brow. "Well, your point is well taken, and it's your job to give feedback on how this is working. Congratulations, you're our new Bureau Chief."

"What?"

"As you all know, Cutter is leaving. Branch has appointed me the new EADA, which means that my position is now open. I could have done both, but I didn't want to, so I decided to let this office go. Since Cabot is taking my place, it is her job to optimize this office, using this metric as a guide. Also, I expect you to tell me what's wrong with it, and it seems like you already have some ideas."

Steele was livid. "She's the Bureau Chief! She's not even 30!"

"We do not discriminate on age here. This is about talent and determination. According to this metric that Cabot hates, she is our most successful litigator having won difficult trials and having shown a mastery of evidence rules and objections. Branch believes she has what it takes to bring this office to the next level and so do I. Any questions."

No one dared speak.

"Good, I suggest you say congratulations to her as she's your new boss."

The meeting was over.

Alex asked Donnelly if she had time this week to debrief her.

"We'll do lunch on Wednesday."

Alex went to find Casey but Steele got to her first. "Your family connections won't carry you forever," he hissed.

"Because the jury voted for my family," Alex retorted before finding her friend.

"Hey, Case. How are you?"

"I'm doing okay. Congratulations, big shot."

"You looked tired today, something wrong."

"Can we talk in your office?"

They went inside and Alex locked the door; Jim had a tendency to swing it open.

"I've been having trouble sleeping."

"Is it because of something going on in your life or because you are working too hard?"

"Well I do work too hard, but I think it is because of Charlie."

Alex had heard of him, but not much.

Casey started to explain his mental health issues and how he'd turn from the nicest man to one who would hurt her.

"He never meant to, but when he went of his meds…."

Casey fled the relationship to survive, and because they found a John Doe recently, she is now afraid she'll find Charlie like that some day.

"Case, this isn't your fault, and I know you won't believe it (just like Liv blamed herself for her mother's drinking) on your own, so I think you should talk to someone.

Maybe just once a week, but I think you need someone who has the expertise to talk to you about Charlie and can try to answer the questions that are still lingering in your mind. I'm happy to listen to you, but I don't know much about mental illness, so I can't say very much."

Casey nodded. "I'd really rather not, but you may be onto something."

"For what it's worth, I had a therapist pretty much my whole time at Harvard Law."

"Really, you?" You seem so fucking perfect.

"It was hard balancing my orientation with my parents' expectations and my own professional aspirations. I felt like I was stuck between three different people."

"And now you're just kicking ass and taking names."

"So are you. Your success rate is good and I'm not just blowing smoke."

"I know, and these stats sound pretty terrible."

"I think we just need to stay focused on what makes a good prosecutor and the rest will sort itself out."

After meeting with Casey, Alex went to check her schedule. She wanted to make sure she didn't have any pre-trial deadlines this week. Good, I can focus on transitioning to Bureau Chief.

Alex knew she was young for the EADA position. She just didn't want to have to try and wrestle it from Steele, but now she wouldn't have to. She was also pretty young to be replacing Liz. This was a big vote of confidence, one she had to do her best to earn.

Olivia called while Alex was reading the employee manual.

"Hello, Love."

"Sugar Plum, what are you up to right now?"

"Sugar Plum?"

"You are sweet."

"I was wondering if I can take my sexy ADA to lunch."

"No, but you can take your sexy Bureau Chief to lunch."

"Why would I take Donnelly to lunch, and why did you call her sexy?"

Alex laughed at Olivia's confusion. "I meant me. Liz was promoted to EADA, and she promoted me to Bureau Chief."

"I've never had sex with a chief before!"

"Well, you'll have one in your bed tonight."

"Don't tell my wife."

"I make no promises."

"What does this mean for Casey?"

"She's your sole ADA until I find someone to slide over. If she gets too backed up, I'll have to fill in."

Olivia liked Casey. She wasn't sure what to think of her at first, but the woman is good at what she does and she cares; she just can be a bit too pushy sometimes. Even Alex isn't as pushy with the victims; then again Casey doesn't have a Sam Cavenaugh yet.

"Should I tell the guys?"

"If you want, or we can tell them when I drop you off at the station after lunch."

"You'll drive me back?"

"Chivalry aint dead, Baby!"

Olivia had been thinking of just getting Mexican for lunch but this called for something swankier. They went to a French restaurant.

They had no reservations, but when Olivia said they were Cabots, they got a table right away.

"I hate name dropping, but I love the results," Olivia admitted.

"Would you ladies like any wine this afternoon?"

"We'll have to decline. We have to get back to work after this."

"Of course, here are your menus."

Olivia knew what she wanted. "Steak frites, medium rare."

Alex went with the duck confit with fingerling potatoes.

"What is a confit anyway?"

"It's cooked in its own fat at a low heat and the fat is used to preserve it. The meat can last for months that way."

"You're eating months old duck," Olivia teased.

Well, the months old food was delicious. Olivia's steak was perfectly cooked and the fries were crisp. Alex had a nice crispy duck and well-seasoned potatoes.

"You make life feel easy," Olivia told her.

"What?"

"I mean our lives are far from easy, but as I think back to my life before you, it was so lonely. I had the guys but it's not the same as having something that is really yours. I now have you and our babies to inspire me every day, and it feels amazing, like no matter how much my day sucks my world is better because I have you."

Alex kissed her. "You are so wonderful you have no idea. I wouldn't be where I am without you. Grandma Kramer was right. You were the Queen of Hearts I needed all along."

They kissed again only to be chastised by an old woman.

"This is not an appropriate place for that kind of conduct."

"It is a French restaurant. I think they want couples here, loving ones," Alex went right back to holding her wife's hand and kissing it lovingly.

The woman complained to a waiter, but none of them were going near the Cabots.

When they came to bring the check, their waiter brought them a complementary dessert to go.

"It's our daily special."

Alex was sure to leave a big tip. She always did, unless the service as abysmal, and given the Cabot's reputation for big tips, they always got priority seating and service.

Olivia had to admit that she did sneak a peek at the bill when she and Alex first started dating, and she wasn't sure what was more shocking, how much Alex paid for the food or how much she left for the tip.

In Olivia's world, $15-$20 for an entree was normal, $30-$40 for somewhere fancier, and then there would be the 15-20% tip. Alex took her to this steakhouse, and the steaks were really good, but they were $50 each and Alex left a $50 tip. When Olivia asked Alex why, she said it was apart of the culture.

"The idea is that if you can afford to eat a $50 steak here instead of a $25 steak at TGIF you can afford to help out the waitress and the busboy." Tips in Alex's world ran 30-50%.

It was the first time that Olivia felt out of Alex's world. Now, Olivia was used to "the life," but she was also appreciative that Alex only took her to places like this every now and then. Usually, they ate at home or went somewhere more Olivia's norm.

With a free dessert in hand, Olivia and Alex went to the 1-6 where they had an announcement to make.

"Hey everyone, I have some news. I will no longer be sharing the SVU caseload with Novak."

"What?" Munch questioned.

"Are you ditching us for Major Case?" Fin heard the rumors.

"No, I am the new Bureau Chief for SVU. Donnelly has been promoted to EADA."

"Congratulations," Fin told her.

"At your rate," Munch told her, "you'll be DA by the time you're 40, the first hot DA New York has ever had."

Benson glared at him.

"You know that has always been my dream," she said sarcastically.

Alex let Olivia have the dessert. She had to get back to work. "I can't play hooky all afternoon."

"Of course not, Chief."

Alex loved being called Chief. It was hot.

"Farewell boys."

Alex told her babies all about the new job on their way home.

"I'll hopefully have less work to bring home and more time for you munchkins." She got the twins home, set them in the crib, and was about to start dinner when her mother called.

"Hi Mom."

"Don't you hi Mom me. Why didn't you tell me you got a promotion?"

"I just got it today. I've only told Olivia and our team so far."

"I had to hear it from Aunt Margo."

"She must have talked to Aunt Liz, who also could have told you."

"Alexandra!"

"I was going to call."

"Today."

"Maybe tomorrow?"

"The next promotion, I want to hear right away."

"You got it."

"And I want more pictures of the twins."

"You're going to see them in two weeks."

"I know, but that's a long time from now."

"I'll take some before dinner."

"Have you talked to a real estate agent?"

"Not yet. We're probably not going to move until the twins are bigger."

"It's good to think about what you want and get an agent. You and Olivia are so busy. You won't have much time to search on your own and an agent can look for steals while you work."

"I don't know if I've ever met a real estate agent that wasn't totally shady."

"You have plenty of contacts. See if any of them have one to recommend."

"I'll talk to Olivia."

"You know I'm right."

"I love you Mom."

"I know you say that when you're busy and are trying to get me off the phone."

"Doesn't make it less true."

"You're such a lawyer."

Olivia actually agreed with Jennifer. "If we want a four bedroom house in Manhattan, we may need to look for a while, and I'd rather have someone look for us early on."

"Is four bedrooms enough?" Alex questioned.

"How many do you want?"

"We might need five, so we have a guest room or in case …"

"You want to have four kids?"

"I didn't want any kids before, but with you, I like the idea of four kids, two boys and two girls."

Olivia sat on her lap. "That sounds nice, and we'll have your big salary to pay for it."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Only a little bit, but I am excited about your promotion. You are moving on up …."

"I've become a better litigator because of you."

"What did I have to do with it?"

"I'm not afraid to show my emotions to the jury. I still keep them constrained, so I'm not a loose cannon, but instead of only using my logic and commanding persona, I can use ethos as well. I wasn't able to show that side of myself before you. You are my better half in every sense of the word and I love you."

Olivia turned around and kissed her. "Forget the dishes, let's fuck like rabbits."