AN: Angela - re: "Who the heck is Livvie, Lexie, and Mandy? I'm familiar with Olivia, Alex, and Amanda, but I'm not familiar with 40-50 year olds speaking in 14 year old language"... *facepalm* Did you even read ANY of the previous chapter (ch10) before commenting? Everyone else reading this story seems to understand why those particular names were used in the context which they were, it's unfortunate you couldn't comprehend why. But thankyou for taking the time to comment! It gave me a good belly laugh ;-) Apologies for not addressing other comments like I usually would, but know that I've read them all :-)

AN2: I'm so sorry for taking almost a year to update this story. Please know that it was never my intention to let it go for so long but I have been working on my other stories and not twiddling my thumbs to pass the time ;-). Getting 'Negotiating Her Life' finished was always my priority seeing it took almost 2 years to complete. Each time I thought I was ready to start writing 'ISBY' again ('Forbidden' too), my muse gave me other ideas. Anyone that writes knows you go with what your muse tells you to write otherwise she wreaks havoc. That's why the 'Cabenoah universe' short stories were written, and why I started 'Mistress, Ma'am and Pet' (even though it's written from Amanda's POV, if the thought of Alex and Olivia dominating you in the bedroom appeals to you, I seriously suggest you read it). Anyhoo, enough about my excuses. Time for Olivia's payback plan for what Abbie did to Alex... *whistles innocently*

Amanda read the newly received message on her cell phone, then turned to Olivia.

"I would really love to stay and see how this all plays out for Abbie, but that was Fin. Got a rape victim at Lenox Hill Hospital, and seeing I'm on call tonight-"

With her focus still on Abbie's cell phone in her grasp and tapping away rapidly, Olivia nodded her understanding, "That's alright, you go. Besides, it's probably best that the mysterious woman in the red and black flannel shirt isn't here, just in case."

Rollins addressed the ADA, "I know you said you'll be taking some time off for personal reasons when you were both explaining what you wanted me to do for this favour I owed Olivia, and not to say a word to anyone in the squad about knowing you'll be taking time off. I'm guessing it's not just to do with Carmichael cheating on you, and don't want to pry, but I just want you to know I'm here for you... as a friend, of course."

"Thankyou Amanda," Alex replied as she gave the blonde detective a brief hug. "I'll let you know more in due course, just please understand I can't right now."

Liv looked up from Abbie's now turned off cell phone with a satisfied smile, "Amanda, the woman with the rainbow coloured hair behind the bar, Shavaughn, she'll let you use the back exit to the Shamrock so there's no chance of The Three Amig-hoes down there seeing you. And give this phone to 'Vaughn so she can give it back to its rightful owner."

"I still can't believe you managed to convinced Shavuaghn and Fiona to do all this!" Alex hissed after Amanda made her way over to the bar with the cell phone.

"I only asked Fi to let 'Vaughn know when Casey and Serena arrived, and for 'Vaughn to return Abbie's phone to her. They figured out the ménage à trois part themselves when Fi commented about what had been happening on the dance floor recently and offered their services," Olivia watched as Abbie made her way across to the downstairs bar. "Right now, there's a couple of video messages bouncing around between cell phone towers to be sent to certain people from Abbie's phone which will be returned to her very soon."

Alex suddenly gasped in horror, "Did you remember to delete the one Abbie took of Liz before you returned the phone?"

Olivia deliberately ignored the question, "I think the first lot of shit is about to hit the fan for Abigail Carmichael."

"Liv! Did you delete the video of Liz?!"

"Alex, it'll be taken care of... trust me." Olivia could see the blonde needed more convincing, "Sweetheart, who is the one person you wouldn't want to make aware of the video that Abbie took of Judge Donnelly?"

"Liz herself, of course!"

"Yeah, that's who I thought as well."

Alex's jaw dropped as she comprehended what Olivia was implying, "You didn't?"

Olivia gave a mischievous smile, "You're right, I didn't... Abbie did!"

Abbie began winding her way towards bar downstairs, being careful not to collide into the slowly growing number of female patrons of the Rainbow Shamrock. The thought of Alex and Amanda in bed with her as a threesome were tantalising and mouth watering... or was that titillating and panty flooding? Amanda had made the Texan all hot bothered when she asked for some 'sugar' and wanted more. She noticed Serena and Casey at the bar as she approached. As much as she loved the regular threesomes with Casey and Serena (and their secret one-on-one rendezvous), tonight's initial plans with her Cutie and Hunny were now off the table. Then again, a quickie in the bathroom stalls before Alex begged to be taken back... what was the harm in that?

"Abigail!" an Irish voice said as the Federal Prosecutor felt a hand on her shoulder as she passed by the office door near the bar.

The Texan turned to see the rainbow haired owner behind her.

"You left your phone at your booth last night," Shavaughn held out the cell phone. "I remembered when you ordered a drink upstairs but when I went to give it back to you, you'd disappeared!"

A huge wave of relief washed over Abbie as she took possession of the phone and went to hug Shavaughn, "Thanks 'Vaughny! I thought I'd lost it."

Shavaughn took a step back, "Don't thank me with a hug, Abbie. Fifi would have your eyes out before you could blink."

Abbie slipped the phone in her back pocket, "Jealous much?"

"Jealous? No. Fifi knows I'd never cheat on her, and I know Fifi would never cheat on me. Protective though? Yes. Especially when drunk lassies think that they can make a move on someone else's lady!" Shavaughn said jovially.

Abbie gave Shavaughn a dimpled yet pained smile, "I'd better go. Rena and Case have started drinking without me."

"Bréagadóir," Shavaughn muttered under her breath as she watched Abbie walk over to the two blondes. It was the Irish Gaelic word for 'liar'.

Casey and Serena were still fuming knowing Abbie had been playing behind their backs. They had agreed during the rest of the taxi ride to let the Texan have it with both barrels once they caught up with her.

"Cutie! Hunny!" Abbie sidled up behind both women still facing the bar and gave Casey and Serena's backsides a generous squeeze with each hand.

The Texan expected sultry smiles from Serena and Casey like usual when they turned around to face her. She didn't expect to have two Collins glasses full of Texas Tea thrown in her face.

"What the fuck?!" Abbie spluttered, wiping the liquid dripping from her face.

Casey slammed her glass back down on the bar, "More like who the fuck!"

"What are talking about?!"

"Playing the dumb card, Abs? That's cute!" Serena handed over a fistful of notes to cover the drinks and any clean up costs after placing her glass down.

"I don't know what you're-"

Serena cut her off, "We both received the photo you sent..."

"Photo?!"

"... Whoever she is, we hope you got her number because she can have you!"

"What photo?! Neither of you are making any sense!"

"Your denial of any knowledge of the photo is just sad when we have the proof. Maybe you were supposed to send it to someone else? Maybe her phone? But that wouldn't explain what you wrote along with it. So to answer your question: No, we're not jealous!" Casey said as she and Serena unclipped the matching necklaces they wore then tossed them at Abbie.

"What?!" Abbie scrambled to pick up the necklaces that bounced off her body.

"Abigail Carmichael, our exclusive threesome arrangement is over! Come on Rena," Casey grabbed Serena's hand and stalked past the Texan.

Alex and Olivia began snickering from their vantage point when Casey and Serena threw their drinks in Abbie's face.

"I'm going to take great joy in telling Abbie my 'answer'," Alex giggled, using air quotes.

"I bet you will!" Olivia gave a broad grin, bumping Alex's shoulder playfully.

"Wanna continue what we were doing in the taxi back at my place? Keep our arrangement going?" Serena purred as she and Casey tumbled into the nearby bathroom.

"You read my mind, Southerlyn!" Casey nibbled Serena's ear.

The familiar sound of dual incoming texts interrupted their progress.

Casey groaned, "What does she want now?"

"Probably grovelling with a nude selfie or something," Serena huffed. "Well, we can send her a selfie of our own when we're in bed so she knows what she's missing out on. If she wants to play around with some other tramp, she can have the tramp. Now, if it had been Alex's nipple she was sucking I wouldn't have cared, but the Ice Princess wouldn't be caught dead in flannel!"

"Not unless it was Givenchy or Alexander McQueen couture," Casey sneered.

Both women checked the newly received video message from Abbie.

"Rena Hunny, you know Casey's only making up the numbers for our threesomes right now..."
"Casey Cutie, you know Rena's only making up the numbers for our threesomes right now..."

"You fucking bitch!" Serena and Casey snarled at each other after the respective videos finished.

"You've been fucking her behind my back?!"

"You've been fucking her behind my back!"

Neither knew who made the first move, but both tumbled to the ground, hitting, slapping, clawing and screaming obscenities at the other for being betrayed in such an underhanded manner, completely disregarding that they were the ones that had betrayed Olivia and Alex the most.

After wiping her face with some paper napkins and pocketing the now discarded necklaces, Abbie grabbed her phone with the Texas flag cover. While it was now her old phone, it had a new SIM card with it now. Only Serena and Casey knew of its existence seeing it was purchased to organise their threesomes and one-on-one interludes and neither of them knew the pin Abbie had set for it. Try more than three times unsuccessfully to unlock it and the SIM card would lock. She'd only just got it back in her possession from Shavaughn so what the hell were they bitching about for some damn photo she'd supposedly sent?

Unfortunately for Abigail Carmichael, after turning the cell phone on and typing in the pin, she never saw that both Casey and Serena had received the other's video, as well as a photo of her sucking on the breast of an unidentified woman dressed in a red and flannel shirt. Nor did she notice that the 'Rena Hunny' and 'Casey Cutie' videos, as well as the video of her slyly commenting about Judge Elizabeth Donnelly had been sent to a number she didn't recognise.

Why?

Because her attention was suddenly drawn to a Rainbow Shamrock patron bellowing from the bathroom door, "SECURITY! BITCH FIGHT!"

"It seems Serena and Casey have found out about those videos that Abbie took," Alex mused as two bouncers, a butch dyke and a muscle bear, escorted the ADA and ACLU lawyers from the bathroom.

"Looks like it," Liv said and watched as Serena and Casey continued yelling obscenities at each other and about Abigail Carmichael for the whole club to hear until they were removed from the Rainbow Shamrock.

"Well, I think it's time for me to play my part."

Olivia turned her head, "We still have about 15 minutes before-"

Taking Olivia's hand, Alex gave the brunette a flirtatious smile as she motioned for them to make their way to the stairs, "No time like the present!"

Abbie cringed and turned away as Serena and Casey hurled expletives at her as they passed by. Tonight wasn't going to plan at all, but she still had her fallback plan of her threesome with Amanda and Alex. Two true blonde godesses in bed at the same time... she couldn't wait to walk past Oblivious with both Alex and Amanda hanging off each arm! The brunette detective would regret having turned her down all those years ago, and it would prove that Alex truly loved her and that even though she was middle age, she still was able to get the girl.

Now where the hell was Amanda? And had Alex made her obvious decision? Of course Alex was going to say yes to the threesome! They were on the exact same wave length and both wanted the same thing. No more miscommunication or harping on about brats, just lots of sex with more than one woman at a time!

A hand resting on her bicep pulled Abbie from her thoughts.

"Hey!" Alex smiled, then frowned. She indicated the darker part of the front on Abbie's black button down, "What happened to you?"

Abbie waved her hand in dismissal, "Someone bumped into me and spilt their drink, that's all."

"Oh no!" Alex sympathised. "I hope they apologised to you."

"They were drunk and were just escorted out. That's what the commotion was all about."

"Ah!" the blonde nodded. She hesitantly reached her fingers out and began toying with the button at Abbie's cleavage, "I've, ahh... I've made my decision."

"Oh, you have now?"

"Uh-huh," Alex leant intimately closer. "But before I tell you what that answer is, I just want... need to know something."

"Anything, Princess."

Alex asked sadly, "Why?"

Abbie's eyebrows furrowed, "Why what?"

"I don't want to know why didn't you say what you meant to begin with. I just want to know why an affair and then break up with me if you loved me? If you can tell my truthfully why, I might... I might even consider giving you a second chance."

"Alexandra," Abbie said softly, placing her hand on top of Alex's still toying with the button. "The truth is it was a midlife crisis. When you found that grey hair and teased me about being old, I realised I hadn't done anything that I'd wanted to do!"

Even though her voice remained calm, Alex was seething, "A midlife crisis?"

"Yes! A midlife crisis," Abbie justified. "Princess, you probably wouldn't understand."

"And how do you figure that? I'm a year older than you."

"Well it's not as if anything life changing has happened in your life like what's been happening in mine this past year."

The ADA was incredulous at Abbie's reasoning. She wanted to scream that being diagnosed with breast cancer and having to have a mastectomy in just 2 days was more life changing than the hinting of inevitable menopause, but she held her tongue. Instead she smiled sweetly and moved her from Abbie's grasp, "I guess you're right."

Abbie gave a dimpled grin, "Now, about that answer about you, me and Amanda?"

"You wait right here, Tex. I just need to use the bathroom and then we can... you know," Alex waggled her eyebrows suggestively and trailed a finger down the Federal Prosecutor's cheek.

"Where's Amanda anyway?" Abbie wondered aloud.

"She's already left... if you catch my drift," Alex replied before strutting away.

Olivia watched as Alex veered away from the bathroom and towards her near the DJ booth. There was that fierce determination in the blonde's demeanor and fire in her blue eyes that had made the SVU detective fall in with Alex all those years ago.

"Is everything ready?" Alex inquired, taking the proffered microphone from Olivia's hand.

"You bet!" Liv replied, holding another microphone in her other hand.

"Let's do it then."

Alex observed Olivia head over to the bar to Shavaughn and Fiona before she got up on the small stage next to the DJ booth. The DJ gave Alex a thumbs up, letting her know that everything was set. She took a deep steadying breath, gave a nod to the DJ then switched the microphone on.

"Ladies and gentlewomen! I'm sorry to interrupt your night out at the Rainbow Shamrock, but I have something important I have to do. My name is Alex and..."

"You're hot!" a woman at the front of the crowd called out. "Are you single, baby?"

"Funny you should ask! See the woman over there near the bar with the raven hair, black button down and leather pants... that's Abigail, the woman I call love of my life for the last couple of years... Give me a wave!" Alex waited until the confused Federal Prosecutor have a hesitant wave. "Actually to be specific... called her the love of my life. See, Abbie's been cheating on me for the last year with my co-worker and her old ex-girlfriend because she's been having a midlife crisis, isn't that right, Tex?"

The Rainbow Shamrock crowd muttered and jeered as they all looked at Abbie, who suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.

"Now, now, calm down ladies!" Alex pleaded nicely and waited for the crowd to quieten. "Abbie wants me to take her back. I've thought about it for a reasonable amount of time and I've come to the conclusion that my answer is best summed up with my favourite Taylor Swift song. Fi, can we get a microphone to Abbie, please?"

The blue and purple haired co-owner of the club rounded the bar with the other microphone and stood next to Abbie.

Alex continued, "Abbie? Which Taylor Swift song am I thinking of?"

Abigail leant toward the microphone Fiona was holding, "Your favourite Taylor Swift song is 'Love Story'."

"Sing the line for me the way you've always sung it to me Abbie, and maybe it'll reveal my answer!"

The raven haired woman could feel all eyes on her. She cleared her throat and warbled, "I'll be your Prince and you'll be my Princess. It's a love story. Baby, just say 'Yes'."

Alex laughed heartily then turned serious, "Pity that wasn't the song I was thinking of."

"Huh?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of my new favourite Taylor Swift song, Abbie. Now how does it go? Oh, that's right: We are never, ever, ever, ever, getting back together... Like, ever!"

Alex eyes found the chocolate brown ones she was looking for behind the bar as she waited for the catcalls from the crowd to die down. A wink from Olivia gave Alex the confidence to continue, "But don't worry, there's a certain Irish Gaelic saying that I want you to always remember, Abigail. Fi, what was it again?"

"Sorry to disappoint everyone but I don't know Irish Gaelic, ladies... but I do know how to gay lick an Irish lady!" Fiona poked out her tongue and wiggled it in demonstration.

The Rainbow Shamrock erupted into laughter at Fiona's innuendo.

Fiona walked back over to the bar, "Alex, I think the term you're wanting is... Pogue Mahone. Did I say that right, 'Vaughny babe?"

Shavaugh grabbed the microphone from her lover's grasp, "Fifi, the term Alex is looking for is Póg mo thóin."

There were a couple of audible snickers from the crowd.

The ADA nodded, "That's the term! Would you please tell the patrons of the Rainbow Shamrock and my lying, cheating and very much ex-girlfriend what that means exactly."

"In the Irish Gaelic dialect, Póg mo thóin means: KISS MY ASS!"

Alex watched with satisfaction as Abbie's face reddened, the crowd burst into laughter and 'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together' began to play loudly over the music speakers. Now Abigail Carmichael had some idea of the humiliation she had felt when she had heard what Abbie had said about their sex life during that first video, and discovered that Abbie had been cheating with Serena and Casey for the past year. Alex handed the microphone back to the DJ and left the stage as Abbie began to slink away.

"So, you are single?" the woman who had called out initially stopped in front of Alex after stepping off the stage.

Alex gave the woman a sympathetic smile as Olivia approached, "I'm sorry, but I'm spoken for."

The woman nodded as she saw where and who Alex's attention was drawn to and walked away in defeat... not that she ever had a chance to begin with.

Olivia have a patented crooked smile, "Well played, Counsellor."

"Wouldn't and couldn't have done it without you, Detective." Alex wrapped her arms around Olivia's waist for a hug, "Thankyou."

Abbie looked down at her now ringing phone after she exited the Rainbow Shamrock. She didn't recognise the phone number but thought maybe it was Amanda? Maybe she could still salvage something that had become the worst night of her life, "Hey, Mandy babe?"

She jumped as a hand rested on her shoulder and a no nonsense voice spoke into the phone and behind her, "Exactly where you said you'd be."

"Liz?" Abbie was puzzled to say the least as she whirled around.

"That's Judge Donnelly, Ms Carmichael!" Liz stated as she ended the called she just made and slipped her phone back into her purse. "Those were some very interesting video messages you sent me."

"Excuse me?!"

Donnelly plucked Abbie's phone from her grasp, "The videos of you going behind Alexandra's back and cheating on her with Ms Novak, and with Ms Southerlyn... or as you call them 'Casey Cutie' and 'Rena Hunny'. I was particularly interested of the video you took of me wondering what I wear under my robes and informing me that I'd be a 'sweet ride'."

Abbie was too stunned to stop Liz disassembling her phone. How the hell did Liz know?! How the hell did Liz get them?! Oh... fucking hell.

Liz removed the SIM card then handed Abbie the disassembled phone. The ex-Bureau Chief's tone was low and threatening, "I'm only going to say this once, Ms Carmichael: You're going to ask for a transfer back to DC as soon as possible and you're going to leave my goddaughter alone. Video evidence of you sexually harassing a New York Judge could fall into the wrong hands, like your bosses, and we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Abbie swallowed thickly, "No, Judge Donnelly."

"I'm going to keep this as surety that you'll do what you've agreed to," Liz slipped the SIM card into her purse. "If I hear a peep from anyone that you're still around or trying to get back with Alexandra, rest assured I won't be pleased."

"I understand, Judge Donnelly."

"Just so you do understand, I have many more friends in much higher places than you do, Ms Carmichael. We both know a long, protracted sexual harassment lawsuit won't look good for a Federal Prosecutor such as yourself, will it?"

"No, Judge Donnelly."

Liz smirked, "I'm glad we understand each other."

"Ms Carmichael," Liz called out as Abbie turned around to leave. "In case you're still curious, Judge Petrovsky will confirm that I don't wear any underwear beneath my robes... and she'll also confirm that I'm a fucking sweet ride."