I do not own the characters. I'm not making a profit off this rambling, slightly humorous update.

Rated M just for weird coincidences.

Slammed

Chapter Four: Spill the Beans!

"So Miss Cabot, what are your plans for your future with the DA's office?" Deputy Director Morgan asked me as we relaxed at a corner table, sequestered away from the heavy flow of Manhattan evening coffee addicts. The surroundings were familiar to me and I deeply inhaled the scent of coffee as my mind relaxed its guards.

The non-combatant environment is my comfort zone. I often have a hard time convincing people that I'm actually not comfortable nestled inside the courtroom, speaking at people all day. Hard to believe, but even attorneys such as myself, enjoy peace and quiet without a constant rebuttal flying at my face every two minutes.

I sat and observed my two companions, giving them a minute to also enjoy the peace and quiet.

As I watched Amy scanning the shop, her eyes lingering on every patron in the shop before darting back to mine. The behavior reminded me of my lover, always the cautious cop. I felt safe even with the twinkling green eyes of Petrovsky focused in my direction.

Reaching up, I nervously adjusted my glasses, stalling for time. Liv often tells me I'm good at stalling during crucial moments. A smile lifts my lips at the thought of my lover. I duck my head to hide my stupid love sick expression from these two hawk-eyed women.

My eyes drifted down to my triple shot latte, watching the steam as it floated through the air while I silently debated on how to answer her question. I didn't know what my future would hold, I only knew that I wanted Olivia Benson in it, standing at my side. I would just have to convince her of the fact, but that's a thought for another time, I silently told myself.

My plans have changed since I first started at the DA's office. I floundered and stalled because I didn't know how to answer her. I'm not as confident as people assume, only Liv and my family know the truth.

I knew with Amy's question came consequences; there would be no redirected answer, and no stricken statements. It scared the shit out of me, but I kept my face neutral and my eyes open.

After a minute of silence, I sighed. "I don't really know. Everything is up in the air right now." Good answer Cabot. I mentally rolled my eyes at my skewed answer.

Judge Pretrovsky must have sensed my unrest over the question because she coughed rather loudly and said softly, "Ames, maybe we can talk another day about Miss Cabot's career path." Ames?

I looked up from my coffee just as twinkling green eyes met my pensive blue. I lifted my giant mug and took a sip of hot liquid as her strong hand reached over and grabbed Amy's cotton covered shoulder as she continued, "I'm sure Alexandra would rather speak of her detective."

Coffee sputtered out of my mouth then down my windpipe, causing me to cough and gasp for breath.

"Lena Petrovsky, it looks like you're trying to kill your ADA tonight," Amy admonished her lover then handed me a napkin. She glared at Petrovsky while she wiped up my expelled coffee splotches from the glass table.

Through the tears streaming down my face, I saw the dragon judge actually cringe and look embarrassed.

"Maybe you'd rather not spill the beans about Olivia," Judge Petrovsky muttered and gingerly took a sip of her hot tea, her lips smiling against porcelain and her eyelashes batting innocently in my direction. You're not as sly as you think, Judge…

I nodded my head in thanks at the offered napkin, and closed my watering eyes until I could compose myself enough not to make another mess. I felt more embarrassed over the sputtered coffee than my bookstore fainting episode. God, could today get any worse?

A ringing cell phone broke the sudden quiet surrounding our table. I didn't recognize the ringer but I fished in my briefcase for my phone out of habit, and so did my table companions as I heard shifting and rattling from around our table.

It was my phone and I glanced at the caller ID on my cell phone before answering. It indicated a Queens number but not Elliot's. My curiosity peaked as I pressed the answer button.

"Hello," I said.

"Alex? Al is that you?" It's Olivia and she sounds odd. I raised a finger to my table companions to give me a minute to speak on my phone. Ducking my head, I focused on my lover.

Fear inched along my spine as I listened to her panting breaths for a minute then answered, "yep it's me. What's going on?"

"I lost my phone. This is a borrowed cell,"

"That's nice, but what's going on?" Amy gazed at me with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged in response and listened to Olivia.

"There was an incident."

"What do you mean an incident? Are you alright?" I heard my own voice shrieking and cringed. Lowering my voice I said, "Are you hurt?"

"I can't go into detail right now," she softly said.

I heard her take a deep, shaky breath, then her voice was back in my ear. "I know Cragen will call you soon so be ready. We arrested the shmuck, but not without a scuffle first. Anyways, I'm hitching a ride to the station, so I'll be there in about an hour if you need me." I listened to Olivia's breathing and ignored the tears pricking my eyes.

I will not cry in front of Petrovsky.

"I always need you, but I'll be there soon," I whispered.

"There's a bandage on my face, so don't freak."

"Do I ever freak out?" I squeaked. A deep laugh from across the table interrupted my freak out minute.

"No, it's the Cabot calm always." A laugh drifted through the tiny speaker.

Blinking my eyes, I said, "I won't freak, I promise. Did you get stitches?"

"Errm…. Yeah. Hey listen, I have to go, but we'll talk. Promise. Bye." A click sounded as she ended the call before I got the chance to say goodbye. Typical Olivia behavior when she's on a scene and other ears are listening to her conversations, and they always do. The uniforms have a sort of hero worship towards my lover, ever since she took down that serial rapist and stood up for that Harper woman.

I slipped my phone into my purse, not raising my head. I knew Amy and Petrovsky heard every word of my conversation with Olivia. I just didn't know if they would judge me or my lover. I wasn't sure I wanted to know. That would certainly be the cherry on the top of my smashed cupcake today. Blinking my eyes to clear away any traces of shimmering tears, I adjusted my glasses and lifted my head.

"Did she hang up on you….again, Miss Cabot?" Judge Petrovsky muttered against the hand covering her smiling mouth. Obviously this wasn't the first phone conversation with my lover that the dragon Judge has eavesdropped on.

Amy, not bothering to contain her smiling mouth, looked me straight in the eye and asked, "is she really worried you're going to freak?"

"Err, well… Liv likes to proudly strut her scars. Often thinks I over-exaggerate the severity of the wounds. She's insufferable. One time, she had 43 stitched in her forearm and told me she cut it on her car door."

"Sounds familiar," Petrovsky murmured, having now composed herself from her laughing fit. She took a sip of her tea and met my gaze.

I watched as Amy whipped her head around and stared at Petrovsky.

"I said I was shot and you still freaked out. At no time did I say.. 'Oh it's just a scratch."

Petrovsky turned her head to look at her lover, a frown gracing her moist lips. "Well you were oozing blood hon, it would have been hard to lie to me."

I couldn't help but blink and rub my mouth at the underlying intimacy evident in the Judge's tone. I wonder how long they have been lovers? Should I ask?

Yeah I'm going to ask.

I took a gulp of my cooling coffee, setting the mug down loudly. The two women continued to gaze at each other undisturbed. Amy reached out and took Petrovsky's hand. I needed to break up this goo fest fast.

"If you don't mind me asking because obviously you two have been together for a bit, so how long exactly have you been a couple?"

Amy smiled, still gazing at Petrovsky. "About twelve years."

"Actually thirteen," Petrovsky whispered then smiled that wide, happy smile she flashed me earlier. I guess the dragon Judge is on vacation.

"We met when I was just an agent. And Lee here was just an ADA for your fair city."

"You weren't just an agent. You were a hero. Why do you always down play it?"

Frustrated eyes glanced towards me then back. "It's not important now. Anyways, Miss Cabot, I was in NYC for a meeting. I met Lee at a club. Figure out the details there Miss Cabot." Amy's face took on an expression of seriousness, her smile dropping. "I was a jerk to Lee the next day at a meeting with the DA. Then I ignored her attempts to take me to lunch."

"An argument ensued, we were both frustrated and she clammed up and walked away. Later in the day as I left the building, I saw her standing at the cross-walk in tears. Something twitched inside me and I realized how much of an ass I'd been to her. She stepped off the street right as I reached her, she tripped, then I saved her from getting hit by a taxi."

"A taxi?" Judge Petrovsky tripped and almost got splattered? How classic. Sounds like something I would do. Maybe we're more similar than we both think. I shivered inside my suit jacket at the thought. Scary. Neither woman noticed.

"And I'm glad you did. You made my walking around on crutches entertaining," Petrovsky cooed at Amy.

OH no, she did not just coo.

With wide eyes, I stared at Judge Petrovsky, trying to imagine the hurt ADA she must have been. I just couldn't do it. Not with her total one-eighty change in behavior towards me today. It would be like trying to imagine Liv as an interior designer.

I nodded my head for her to continue the story, and to let her know I was intently listening to this unveiling of the mysterious Lena Petrovsky. I was enamored and hungry for more details as to the woman behind the scary black robe and the often narrowed green eyes.

"But Ames, I don't want to bore Miss Cabot with talk of my clumsiness. We need to discuss her career, because after all, it is why I asked you to come visit today."

I took a sip of my coffee. The liquid flooded my dry mouth, easing the slight discomfort I felt, and gave me something to focus on other than my sudden curiosity. Olivia always jokes that I'm worse than a cat, always nosing around where I shouldn't.

"With all due respect Deputy, I need to collect my things, flag a taxi and get to the one-six soon," I said in my ADA voice. "Are you going to be in town long?"

I needed to deflect the focus because I wasn't ready to discuss my career right now. I wanted to speak to Olivia. Over the course of the day, I realized that Olivia deserves to know about any possible life changing decisions before they are made. Pushing aside my cold coffee, I reached down and grabbed my briefcase off the floor. Then looked up and waited for an answer.

"I plan to stay the weekend if Lee wants me too."

"Of course I do. It's your house too. And why wouldn't I want you here. I asked you." Green eyes glittered fire in the low light of the café. I cringed at the scolding tone I knew oh, so well.

Poor Amy. Time for me to exit before I witness a fight.

Amy set a card on the table and watched me stand up from the table, franticly gathering my things. Instead of answering her lover, she picked up the card and handed it towards me. Our fingers brushed as she placed the paper between my fingers.

"My number is on there and please give me a call. I'll make a special trip just for you Alex." She smiled at me.

I smiled back. "I will be in touch within the next day or two. I promise."

"Better not be lying Miss Cabot. Remember, you suck at it," Petrovsky said, turning her head and gazing at me standing over the two of them.

"Don't worry Judge I wasn't. I know when I'm checkmated," I whispered. Then winked and turned away from the pair. I sauntered exhaustedly away from the Judge and her lover, thinking about my day so far.

With a shake of my head, I fished out my phone and started to call a taxi.

As I was about to put the phone to my ear, I heard, "and Miss Cabot, please call me Lena the next time we meet outside of the courthouse. No need to be proper all the time. I learned that long ago."

I stopped walking and turned my head to look at her. She winked at me then focused on Amy.

Yeah, I think we might be more similar than I would have ever imagined. God, my head hurts.

I put the phone to my ear and started walking again, intent on getting to my lover before my head exploded.

A/N: This is just a quick update… It seems Betsy (muse) went for a looong walk and hasn't returned yet, so I'm struggling to get my stories updated as promised.

As I'm prone to do while working on a story, another idea for another story popped into my head for an Original fiction. I started working on it but I might now post it. Does anybody want me too? Fictionpress doesn't get the traffic that FF does. SAD :. +(