Something happened to this chapter when I took it from my laptop to the PC to upload it. Something corrupted my file and so I had to re-write it. But it's here now lol.
Olivia and Alex headed straight to the lab to get the spit tested. Olivia wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her face, and Alex was worried it wouldn't work. They made their way to the precinct while they waited for the results. Everyone was out on a job, and Cragan assured them there were no new developments. He also told Olivia off for trying to look up the number plates of the van, "You're not on this case Olivia. Write the number down and leave it on Elliot's desk. Go home!" So Cabot and Benson got back in the car and headed back home.
"Richard wouldn't be stupid enough to spit on me, but hopefully his stupid henchman is in the system so we can..." Olivia looked over at Alex; he face was blank and she was staring straight ahead, "Alex?"
Cabot's eyes filled with tears and they overflowed on to her face. He head fell into her hands and she started sobbing. Olivia's heart ached for her friend as she watched as Alex's body shook with each sob. Olivia pulled into the next free park she found and shut off the engine. She leaned over and held Alex as she cried.
Alex cried into Olivia's arms for a good ten minutes; until she had no more tears to cry. But even when she had finished, she didn't move straight away. She found the arms of the detective rather comforting, and she enjoyed that feeling.
Olivia stroked Alex's perfect, blonde hair as she held her. He hair smelt nice. What are you doing? Why are you smelling her hair?
Alex felt Olivia go tense, so she sat up. She patted down her hair and stared straight ahead. "Thank you."
The rest of the car ride was full of awkward silence and as soon as they got home they tried to get rid of it. Alex turned on the television, and Olivia headed up the stairs for a shower.
The detective's phone started ringing while she was in the shower. She stepped out and wrapped a towel around her before digging around the pocket of her jeans that were on the floor, to find her phone.
"Benson." They had a hit.
Olivia threw the bathroom door open and nearly knocked Alex over as she was exiting her bedroom, "The DNA had a hit. A small-time crim who goes by the name of 'Pinky.' It's not a lot, but it's something!"Olivia smiled.
Alex smiled back, "That's great."
The two women were standing just inches apart, but neither of them made the move to step back. Neither of them knew why either. Alex smiled at Olivia's choice of wardrobe; or lack of. Olivia looked down, remembering she was still only in a towel.
Alex moved her hand and touched Olivia's bare arm. It sent shivers through her whole body.
Olivia felt it too, and stepped back; disappearing into the bathroom. Alex was left standing there; confused about what had just happened.
A glass of wine greeted the now-dressed detective as she made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Alex was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and a box of Chinese take-out.
"I hope you don't mind, I got take out."
"Mind? Not at all." Olivia smiled as she took a seat next to the blonde.
"I think I remember Pinky. I prosecuted him a while ago. He didn't get much time, I kinda hoped he'd straighten himself out. He was so young."
"Sadly, we see re-offenders far too often," Olivia paused and looked at her companion, "You know what? We're a lot more similar that we though. Your taste in music is shocking, and your movies would put me to sleep, but I think we're a lot alike and that's why we clash so often on cases."
"I think I have to agree Detective. Except the part about my music being shocking."
The two women laughed and enjoyed their take-out together.
Nearly two bottles of wine later, the girls had finished their dinner and made their way over to Alex's stereo where Olivia was going through her collection. Olivia laughed as Alex defended her CDs as if she was a defence attorney.
Sure there was nothing in there that she would like, Olivia walked across the room and flopped onto the couch. In mock-anger, Alex refused to take a seat. Benson grabbed her hand and pulled her, Alex landing right on top of the slightly-intoxicated detective. Cabot tried to sit up, but she wasn't able to, "I'm sorry detective, I hope you like me like this because I think I'll be here for a while." Her words were slighty slurred.
"Well I do."
Alex looked at Olivia and realised she was serious. She didn't know what to do with that. What did it mean? Alex leaned in close and stole a kiss from Olivia. It was short, but it was enough to make her want more. She searched Benson's eyes for some sort of reaction. More specifically; for permission, but it wasn't needed. Olivia captured the blonde's lips in her own, sending tingles through both their bodies.
