I do not own the characters. I'm not +sniff sniff+ making a profit off this sort of funny story.
Rated M for well M stuff
Alex POV… and not sure where it's going.
Slammed
Chapter Two: And They All Fall Down
I stepped off the elevator and was immediately surrounded by the cacophony of the Special Victims Unit floor. People ran in front of me with no consideration for anyone else trying to make their way down the noisy hallway. I looked around the squad room after stepping through the open doorway, and found Olivia and Stabler sitting at their desks, heads bent together and glaring at Olivia's laptop screen.
I turned my head and found Detective Munch on the phone, arguing in a rather loud voice for the normally soft spoken man. I bet they caught a case, I thought as I continued dodging people as they ran out of the squad at break neck speeds, folders clutched tight and fluttering with the breeze between fingers.
I shook my head and smiled as Olivia glanced up and met my gaze, her expression one of near panic. Aww baby.
I winked slyly. "Lunch is cancelled I take it?" I asked with raised eyebrows as I walked over to stand beside her desk. I leaned my hip on the edge, positioning my body for Olivia's eyes only. She glanced down at me in a quick perusual, licked her lips seductively, then shook her head. I laughed softly at her, knowing she wanted to eat me for lunch. I sure wanted her for my appetizer. Too bad duty calls.
I reached out and casually squeezed her shoulder, letting her know through my touch that I understood. I felt her warmth seeping into my fingertips, and sighed quietly. She can calm me down just as quickly as she can start me up. Between our two demanding jobs, we usually have to schedule our dates and ensure each other relentlessly that there will be no last minute cancellations.
How about last half hour cancellations. I tried that line once and she shook her head and kissed me until my toes curled and we ended up naked on my couch. I'm an attorney and am always on the look out for loopholes. Olivia hates it when I verbally dodge her and sweep her arguments under, winning with barely more than two sentences. She just kisses me until I shut up and that's her loophole.
I made today's lunch date with Olivia over a week ago, and planned to take her someplace nice for our three month anniversary. Part of me understood her catching a case because it happened often enough, but the other part of me was still steaming mad over my morning in court. I bit my lip to focus and not scream out my frustration and confusion.
I consciously kept my hand loose on her shoulder so I didn't clamp out my frustration and bruise her delicious skin. I'm not very good at self-control but I do make an effort where my lover is concerned. And that whole thing with Petrovsky this morning left my head spinning in a muddled mess. With a shake of my head, I focus on Olivia's swirling brown eyes.
My hand resting on her bobbed as she shrugged her shoulders, her usual expression of puzzlement. "I'm so sorry Alex. It can't be helped," she placated with me.
Our eyes locked and her eyes widened. I bet my stormy eyes scared her. I leaned down and whispered softly, "don't worry honey, I'm not going to dump you over this."
I stood back up and schooled my face into a glare, more for Stabler's sake. I have tried not to be affectionate with Olivia during the workday for a number of reasons, the most important being favoritism as her ADA while working an important case.
I once told her that it didn't matter what actually happened, only what I could prove either false or true. My job is about facts not speculation. Olivia didn't understand the difference between the two when we first met, but I think she understands now. Last year, the defense attorney made her look like a dirty cop and I had to ride to the rescue and save her. I knew I was in love with her then. And I still remember as her beautiful eyes widened up there on the witness stand as she listened to her career getting degraded in front of twelve strangers and the defendant, the whole argument all based on speculation, that she finally understood. It's all about what I can prove to those twelve strangers in order to influence their decision.
With a blink of my eyes, I waved her off, pretending it's not a big deal that she's dumping me yet again for work. I said in a hopefully neutral tone, "no worries Detective, we will catch up another time."
I stepped away from her desk, clutching my briefcase in both of my hands and swinging it against my knees gently. Thwack, bop. Thwack, bop. "Um, call me later if you guys need anything," I said in a loud tone, in order to be heard over the sound of Munch yelling to Finn now.
I shook my head, turned, waved, and walked away as quickly as my high-heels would allow me. I pushed the button for the elevator then leaned against the wall, staring through the glass door at my lover as she pointed at a piece of paper and then whacked Stabler over the head with it.
I laughed under my breath at Olivia, and secretly winced in sympathy for Stabler, having been on the end of her many paper whacks. For some reason, instead of slapping or elbowing to prove her point, my lover will hit with whatever is in her hand which is usually a file folder or magazine. She hit me with a law journal once and I paid her back later that evening. She avoids the heavy law journals now. Haha.
I stepped out of the precinct doors and sighed as I put my sunglasses on to block out the exceptionally bright sunlight. Now what the hell do I do for lunch? I called the restaurant, having put the number earlier on my speed dial in case I got dumped for my date, and cancelled my reservation. I ended the call with a flick of my fingers and then stowed my phone back into my file folder laden briefcase.
I decided to take a walk. I didn't need the exercise, but I really needed the fresh air. I leaned against the wall of the precinct and switched my heels for the slip-on smash able canvas I keep in the back pocket of my briefcase. Wiggling my toes in the cool fabric, I sighed with pleasure. After my first month as an ADA, I learned to keep some comfy shoes just in case I had to walk great distances between witness statements, depositions, and any other business that would carry me from Manhattan to Queens.
I dug out the shoulder strap for my briefcase, making me able to turn it into an over-the-shoulder satchel and started my walk. Halfway down the block, I decided to grab a sandwich from the sandwich shop for carry out, and take my snack to the nearby park where a few people play chess and drink coffee in the sunshine.
I sat down at a table by two middle age women in a heated chess game, pulled out my meatloaf sub and took a bite, chewing as I watched one woman move the queen for checkmate. I smirked around Italian loaf and giggled over the game. The chess move appeared to be the killing shot and I laughed because it was a move I would have made. I'm not usually a dawdler, a time waster with useless moves when I play board games, specifically chess; I tend to go for the killing move, checkmating my opponent before she even gets her first line of defense in place.
I'm pretty sure my voracity to win the game propelled me to be the best in law school and to land the prettiest, most intelligent woman available. The compliment Petrovsky paid me, though completely out of left field, plays up my voracious nature. It's not the first time I have been complimented, but definitely the first time Petrovsky said anything nice to me. She has never cracked a smile at me before today.
The women leaving the chess table shakes me out of my thoughts about the dragon Judge and her scary smile. I finished chewing the last of my sandwich and balled up the wrapper, tossing it into the nearest waste bin with a quick arching shot. See mom, all those basketball games were useful afterall, and not just for my Friday night make out dates.
Smiling to myself, I stood up and left my seat, veering in the direction of the alternative bookstore. I'm going to get a trashy book and take a bubble bath, I thought as I walked down the street, oblivious to all the foot traffic around me.
I reached the bookstore before I knew it and pulled open the door, and ducked inside. I glanced around, inhaled the scent of roasted coffee deeply, then walked over to the erotica section. I didn't really pay close attention to the other shop patrons because I was lost in my thoughts about whether Olivia will be joining me for my bath later. I perused the books shelf by shelf. I finally found and picked up a few to buy, then turned around. I looked up from reading a particularly interesting synopsis to walk toward the check-out and stopped when my eyes met amused green.
Oh, fuck, I thought as Judge Petrovsky stared into my eyes and her lips perked up into a smile. Holy fuck. I gasped, sputtered then resumed breathing at a normal rate.
"Um…Judge," I mumbled and looked to the floor, avoiding those dragon's eyes as they glared at me.
"ADA Cabot." She moved her head until her eyes gazed into my downcast blue, "looking for reading material, a new law journal perhaps?"
"Not exactly."
She peeked into my basket, staring intently at the blue, white, and orange covered book titled 25 Ways to Enjoy a Female Lover. She pointed at it, stepped closer, and whispered, "I'm sure my Deputy Director and I could write 50 ways." Then she winked at me, whistled softly and walked away from me.
Well, that's why she wanted to help me out career wise. Petrovsky is a lesbian. Who knew?
I did the only thing a woman could possibly do when faced with dragon Petrovsky whistling and telling me about her sex life; I fainted, collapsing in a haze of black and my head thudded against the carpet as my eyes fluttered shut.
A/N: This chapter is a bit sketchy, but the ending makes all the bouncing Alex thoughts worth it.
By the way… My Muse Betsy came back, but she left my handcuffs at the neighbors. She looked very sorry for running away. I bribed her with peanut butter cups and L-word show to stick around with me while I wrote this.
The ending was her idea… Thank you for trying to get her back for me IWan2, she said you were very nice while trying to persuade her back… ;+)
