Part Fifteen: Olivia

I woke up before she did, last nights thoughts reeling in my mind as I smiled and rolled over. I looked at her and she looked so peaceful, like nothing bad had ever happend to her in her whole life. I moved as slowly as I could as not to wake her.

The shower felt good against my tired body. Last nights adventures soring my muscles. When I got out, all I could hear were the pads of my feet sticking slightly to the hardwood as I walked into the bedroom. Alex was sprawled across my bed and I smiled to myself at the image. I turned my back to her to open the closet and as I shifted through the clothing I felt a tug on my towel and it dropped to the floor. Startled, yet impressed with her stealth, I turned to see a groggy Alex facing me. She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips and hugged me; holding my warm body up against her chilled skin.

"Good mornning," she smiled and I turned back to the closet, pulling out a button down shirt. "Don't wear that," she said simply.

"Well what should I wear?" I asked her and she smiled devilishly.

"I like what you have on now," she replied with innocence on her lips.

"Oh this ole thing?" I mocked a rich snot and she laughed.

"So what do detectives do on the weekend?" She frowned in thought, as if she really just had no idea.

"Well," I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her, swaying her lightly side to side, "when detectives have councelors on the weekend, they don't know WHAT to do with themselves!"

She laughed and reached for my dresser. "Well, we're not being restricted this weekend. No work wear! T-shirts and jeans." She ordered.

"I won't object councelor. We can do whatever you like today. Do you have anything in mind?" I looked at her waiting for an answer. She turned and gave me a once over making me feel shy for a moment.. but only a moment. She tossed clothes at my head.

"I want to do absolutly nothing," she buried her hands in my dresser, helping herself to the clothes that sat neatly inside as she continued, "which would really just be everything."

I laughed at her sillyness, "What are you talking about? I think I should make you some coffee to get your brain working correctly." I pulled the shirt over my bare skin and she closed the dresser.

"Well, since it's SO lovely outside... thought we might want to stay in." She looked out the window at the gloomy drizzle that sat outside. The grey sky cranky with low moans of thunder and a cool draft slipping in through the cracked window.

"I guess you're right. I'm going to make breakfast, towels are in the cabinet over the toilet. Help yourself." She smiled and thanked me and bounced towards the bathroom. I laughed to myself, never seeing Alex so happy. I was sure it wouldn't last though. She had a lot to think about and if I knew her, she would think about it sooner rather than later.

I cooked us bacon and eggs, trying my best to impress her with my style of cooking. Ultimatly she liked it, cleaning her plate and downing her coffee. She gave a look of satisfaction, thanked me for breakfast and wandered into the living room. I watched as her small frame bent over my dvd collection, head to toe in my clothing. She wore my white draw string pants and my chocolate brown T-shirt. The shirt forming over her body as if it must have shrunk in the wash. I wore my army green t-shirt, fitting me snug and opted to pass on the jeans and stick with my grey flaired sweats. If we weren't going anywhere, I'd rather be comfortable.

She pulled out a few movies and set them on the table. I cleared the table and moved sluggishly into the room where she turned and held up 'City Of Angels'.

"I love this movie, want to watch it?" She asked me simply but as I looked at her, she seemed like such a different person. No suits, no facade, no edge. She was asking permission, she was asking my opinion, she had no reason to be hard at all and I just wasn't used to this side of her. I didnt think it could even exist. Her eyes widened, waiting expectantly for an answer.

"Yeah. It's my favorite. I didn't think you would like a movie like that," I laughed at my own assumptions.

"I do like chick flicks you know," she smiled as she put it in the player, "I'm not all blood, guts and gore."

I pulled a blanket out of the closet and stretched out on the couch. The screen came on and she turned and made her way over to me. I opened my arm, lifting the blanket with it and she lay on top of me. I wrapped her up and we began the lazy weekend ahead.