"Liv, Amanda," Alex said as she walked into the living room where the two women were watching a movie, "I have to run to the office and pick up a few files, then I have to run to the store to pick up a few items. Christine should be stopping by around four or a little later; it's my weekend with Madison and before either one of you says anything you both are staying while she is here."
"Alex, are you sure?" Rollins asked, standing, "I feel better and I'm getting more movement out of my arm. I can go home and besides I'm sure you and Olivia would like some time, just you two without the third wheel here."
"Amanda, I want you to stay and, no matter what you think, you are not the proverbial third wheel," Alex said as she grabbed her stuff to leave, "Besides you did say you wanted a rematch with her on Monopoly, this is your chance."
"I would love a rematch, but you two have to admit that you two would like some alone time."
"Hey, Rollins, what do you think a lock on the door is for?" Olivia chimed in with a smile on her face, "It's for those alone moments."
"Really, Liv," Rollins said, turning and throwing a throw pillow at the brunette, who caught it with ease and tossed it back at the blonde.
"Kids," Alex said, gaining their attention once again, "I was going to ask if you two would be okay while I'm gone, but I think I should ask can you two play nice while I'm gone instead."
"Alex, we are two of New York's finest, of course we can behave," Olivia said, smiling.
"I know and that's what scares me," Alex pointed out, looking between the two women.
"Are you implying that we lack the capability to behave without supervision?" Olivia asked.
Alex just raised an eyebrow and looked at Olivia with a look that said do you really want me to reply to that.
"I promise," Liv answered with laughter in her voice at the look that Alex was giving her, "We can and will play nice while you're gone."
"If you need me to come back early, call me," Alex said, smiling at the love of her life as she pulled her to her and kissed her, "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby," Olivia said, smiling at the blonde before releasing her so she could run her needed errands
"So, do you always do as Alex says?" Rollins asked, glancing at Olivia out of the corner of her eye as the movie they were watching ended.
"If you're hinting that I'm whipped, you're wrong."
"Really?" Rollins said, turning to face her, "Since I've been here all I've heard is: "yes dear, okay, my love, or whatever you want.""
"I'm just trying to reassure her since I was injured."
"You can call it what you want, Liv, but it's called being whipped."
"No, it's not," Olivia said, smacking Rollins with a pillow from the couch.
Rollins reached out and snatched the pillow from Olivia and quickly struck her with it before Olivia could block her.
"Oh, so it's like that?" Olivia said, getting a gleam in her eyes.
"Face it, I'm younger and faster than you are," Rollins said, baiting Olivia.
"I'll show you younger and faster," Olivia stated as she lunged at Rollins.
Rollins grunted as they rolled off the couch making sure she took the majority of the blow so Olivia wouldn't reinjure herself. She could only imagine the ass chewing she would get if Alex returned to find Olivia injured again, and at her expense at that. She would just pack up and leave the country if that happened and hope that Alex's endless trust fund wouldn't be able to locate her.
"What's wrong, don't want to admit defeat?" Olivia asked as she straddled the detective.
"No, I don't want to be placed in jail for elderly abuse, but if you think you can take it..." Rollins said as she wrapped her legs around Olivia in a figure eight hold and flipped them, "I'll dish it."
"Oh, I can take it and dish it back just as bad," Olivia said as she broke the hold with ease and shoved Rollins back and into the coffee table causing the contents on it to fall to the floor. Not paying attention to what was on it that had shattered.
Rollins groaned as the pain hit her, but quickly recovered and delivered a well placed punch with her left arm.
Olivia who was dazed by the punch was quickly flipped and pinned once again by Rollins.
"What the hell are you two doing?" Alex asked, running in the apartment hearing all the commotion. She pulled her purse back and flung it as hard as she could and caught Rollins across the cheek with it, "Get the hell off her!"
"Alex, it's ok," Olivia said, jumping up and standing between the two women before it got even worse, "We were just wrestling and goofing off."
"Just wrestling, JUST wrestling?" Alex said, through clenched teeth, "What made you think you could wrestle? You have broken ribs and she was shot. Please, tell me just where do you two see that as an indication that it's okay to wrestle? Not to mention in the middle of my living room!"
"Honey, we've been cooped what did you expect?" Olivia asked as she tried to calm Alex down, "We'll clean everything up."
"I know, you will clean everything up," Alex ordered, looking over Olivia's shoulder at the damaged. She felt the blood drain from her face when she noticed a shattered figurine.
"Alex?" Olivia asked at the sudden change, glancing back at Rollins to make sure she was okay.
"No, no, no," Alex cried as she pushed Olivia to the side and walked over to the figurine that was now on the floor, picking up the pieces as the tears poured from her eyes, "Of all the things you could have broken, why did you have to break this?"
"Honey, I'll get you another one, it's okay."
"No, it's not okay," Alex said as she looked at Olivia with the tears steadily pouring out of her eyes, "You can never replace this. Christine gave me this when she found out she was pregnant with Madison."
Olivia reached for Alex but stopped when Alex shook her head no and stormed down the hallway. Both women jumped at the sound of the bedroom door slamming behind her. Olivia ran her hands through her hair as she racked her brain trying to find ways to fix the damage they had done.
A/N: Eva to answer your question I receive more reviews on the Alex and Olivia stories than I do on Casey/Olivia paring. Because don't get me wrong Casey had her moments where she looked good but nothing beats a hot blonde with those black rimmed glasses. Not to mention the chemistry they had together. And I'm a sucker for the hot librarian look which Stephanie March has mastered unlike any other woman.