"Okay," Alex pushed off of the door, "What do we do first? TV, movies, video games, board games?"

"You have video games?" Olivia asked.

Alex smiled and walked to the couch, "I have them for when my nieces and nephews come over."

"How often do they come over?" Olivia sat on the couch next to Alex.

"At least twice a month," Alex replied, "I watched them so their parents can have a night out."

"So every time you're calling someone when we're working late, you're not canceling a date?" Olivia asked carefully.

Alex shook her head, "I call to cancel their dates. Why?"

"Professional curiosity," Olivia replied.

"Well," Alex curled up in the corner of the couch, "There's no need to be professional around me now."

"I'll keep that in mind," Olivia added.

There was a knock on the door.

Alex opened the door and standing on the other side was a well dressed man.

"Hi Mark," Alex looked at her watch, "It's ten fifteen at night."

"I never know what time you get home so I figured now was a good time." He took her wrist and looked over the hospital band, "What happened?"

"Nothing," Alex took her wrist back, "Don't you dare tell my mother."

Mark reluctantly nodded and looked past Alex to Olivia, "And who is this?"

Alex stepped aside to let Mark in, "Mark this is Detective Olivia Benson, Olivia this is Mark, my mother's personal assistant."

"Nice to meet you," Olivia stood.

Mark nodded politely, "It's so good to finally meet you."

"Finally?" Olivia asked, looked at Alex.

Alex took Marks arm and led him back to the door, "Why are you here?"

Mark handed Alex the envelope, "Your tickets to the charity fashion show tomorrow."

"Ugh," Alex took the tickets, "Why did I agree to go?"

"Because you love your mother," Mark replied.

"What's the charity?" Alex asked.

Mark smiled, "Americans for the Arts."

Alex rolled her eyes, "Alright. Thanks Mark."

"No problem," Mark nodded, then leaned in to whisper to Alex, "She's hot. And if she doesn't work out, you mother got your seats next to one of Manhattan's most eligible bachelorettes."

Alex pulled away, "Why is my mother hell bent on getting me settled down?"

Mark chuckled, "Because you're her only single child. She wants you to be happy."

"Tell my mother I can find my own happiness," Alex replied, "Thanks for dropping these off Mark."

Mark smiled and walked off.

Alex closed the door. She looked at Olivia and caught her eyes. "Sorry about that."

Olivia smiled, "It's no problem."

Alex paused looked Olivia over. "So," Alex pulled out the tickets, "I'll cook breakfast and buy you a new dress, if you go with me to this dumb fashion show tomorrow."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, "You do realize that you're bribing a police officer?"

Alex chuckled, "Yes I do," Alex sat back down, "And I can sweeten the deal if needed."

"How?" Olivia asked, tilting her head.

Alex thought for a moment. A smirk graced her face and she licked her lips. Alex quickly pushed those thoughts away and added, "What did you have in mind?"

Olivia shook her head, not letting the attraction to the young ADA, that she told Elliot about, speak for her, "You don't have to do anything. I'll go with you anyway."

"Thank you so much," Alex beamed, "We can go shopping tomorrow morning."

"You're not supposed to go outside," Olivia added.

Alex rolled her eyes, "I'll only be outside from the time it takes get from my car to the store and back again."

"I guess you'll be okay," Olivia smiled.

"Of course I will be," Alex smirked, "I'm the hero is this story. Remember?"

Nolita flat on rent control
That's the life I choose
And you drag me to the fashion show
The poses that I see through
The movies in the afternoon

'Cause I found some kind of fairy...tale