Chapter 3

Olivia's P.O.V.

We were sitting on the couch in the front room watching a movie. I hugged Alex's body closer to me as she buried her head in to my shoulder. "Hey, honey. Whatever happened to Camryn? She should be almost 3 by now," the blonde asked randomly. She's talking about the little girl we were thinking of adopting before she was forced into WPP. The very thought of Camryn brought tears to my eyes. I tried not to talk, for that would alert Alex of my crying.

She must've felt my body shake from the sobs threatening to escape my body because she looked up in to my eyes. I self-consciously turned my head away, blinking back the annoying tears. "Sweetie, what's wrong? What happened to--" Alex had started but I cut her off.

"She's dead," I whispered, my voice soft and full with emotion. I looked over at her and saw that she had started crying. I pulled her into a reassuring embrace. "Sshh, it'll be OK baby," I murmured hoarsly.

After about 10 minutes of her incessant crying, she shrugged out of my embrace to look into my eyes. "H-how did it h-happen?" She questioned, her voice unstable and her bottom lip trembling. I gently hugged the side of her head to my chest and sighed deeply, "You know how she was sick before you were forced to leave? Always puking and weak-looking? Well it turns out she had severe leukemia. She died within a month of your absence," I explained, using the tone I use with victims; trying to stay strong for my lover. "Oh, Olivia. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you, us, get through this," she murmured against my chest. "It wasn't your fault. You should get some rest, you look tired," I encouraged her softly. Nudging her towards the bed, I followed her in. I tucked her in and laid down beside her, hugging her close to my body. She laid her head against my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me even closer, feeling the contours of her body while rubbing her back to soothe her worries.

"Mettez-vous a l'aise," I mumbled to her sleepily. I had told her 'Make yourself comfortable' in French; our language that only we know throughout the squad room. We speak in French when we want to say something private or say something 'dirty' in front of the squad: Elliot, Cragen, Fin, and Munch because they don't know any words in the French language. It's quite fun and amusing to see them trying to figure out our conversation only to fail. I felt her smile against my chest and reply, "Les beasux jours d'autre fois." The good old days. Sighing some-what happily, we both fell in to a deep slumber.

The Next Morning

Olivia's P.O.V.

I woke up to find the bed empty. Sighing, I got out of the warm bed, only to come in contact with a freezing cold floor. Gasping at the coldness, I quickly scurried to the bathroom to get in the shower. About 20 minutes later I step out with a towel around my body, shivering incessantly. I changed into a terry-cloth bathrobe, pulling the waist-belt tight around my middle. I padded my way to the kitchen only to find Alex making pancakes.

Believe me, this sight is very amusing; watching her move gracefully throughout the kitchen, almost like dancing. The sight of my etheral queen captivates me, making me gaze upon her. How her blonde hair glitters in the wonderous morning sunlight. How the sunlight dances off her delicate face causing her facial features to grow in excitement. I absolutely love watching her in her natural, calm state.

I feel bad when she is all weighed down by stress; her facial features seem to darken making her look as though she's "burned out." Our jobs are hard enough; looking at the crime scene photos, dealing with helpless children, dealing with victims and how much effort it takes to put their predators in jail. Our jobs take a little piece of you each and every case. And soon those little pieces accumulate into everything within you, causing you to "burn out," withdrawl from yourself and others. It's as though you are outside of yourself, your body, looking through watching yourself going through the motions of everyday life, not truly living persay.

I describe this so well because I know what it's like to live as though you are a zombie(A/N: sorry Alex! I didn't know any other way to describe it). I've felt myself withdrawl from myself and my squad-family for two years when my beau was forced to leave.

Alex looked up at me from the counter, noticing me for the first time since I've been standing there about 5 minutes and grinned. I smiled back and sauntered over to the blonde beauty and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. I moved her long hair away from her neck and placed a kiss to her warm skin. She shivered slightly. Must have been from my cold lips. I started shivering from the cold wrapping around my body, plunging me in to a chilling coldness. Goosebumps rose to my skin on my arm.

"Avez-vous froid?"(Are you cold?) Alex asked in our language. Oh, how wonderful and sensual her voice sounds when she speaks in the French tongue.

"Ceci se passe de commentaire,"(This speaks for itself.) I replied, holding out my arm which was peppered with goosebumps still. Running her hand over my arm caused me to shiver in excitement. Turning around in my embrace, Alex gently threw her arms around my waist and pulling me closer to her. Laying her head on my terry-clothed shoulder, she sighed comfortably. "On ne demande pas mieux,"(One couldn't ask for anything better.) I murmured into her ear, after first blowing the familiar loose hair from her beautiful face, feeling her tremble beneath my touch.

"Voici ce dont il s'agit,"(This is what it's all about.) the beauty under me whispered.

"What do you mean?" I murmured.

"Life. This is what life is about. Being in the arms of the person you love; your one true love. Living together, waking up to you, sleeping in your arms, dreaming about you, wondering--hoping and praying--for a family complete with at least a kid, coming home to you every day after work Olivia," Alex breathed into my shoulder.

"Je suis d'accord,"(I agree.) I sigh with a feeling of completeness running through my body.

Untangling ourselves, we had a nice little breakfast and I phoned in and requested a little vacation time which, of course, was granted.

After breakfast we headed back to bed to lay down and have a talk.

Slipping in beside Alex, I covered us up. I was laying on my back and Alex was laying on her side facing me with her head on my chest. I brought me arm up to slide around her waist, stroking her hip lazily.

"So what was this talk about having a family complete with kids?" I asked curiously.

"Well...we was going to adopt Camryn but I had to leave, and now I want another chance at having a family with you."

"Melinda's friend could probably do an IN(V,F) on one of us," I offered.

"Elliot could be our sperm donor if he wants. He'd probably do it for us without hesitation," Alex explained.

"This is true. Elliot would do anything for us; he loves us like sisters," I added to the conversation.

We talked for 3 hours about how our future should turn out. We discussed children, jobs, retirement(when the time came), past experiences, and everything in between.

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R&R, Thanks! Again, sorry Alex for using zombies

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