Alex put her hands around Olivia's head and deepended the kiss. Olivia ran her hands up and down her back. She was getting hot. Alex tried to remove her jacket without breaking the kiss that was bringing her so much pleasure. It wasn't that difficult to do, or at least it wouldn't have been if she hadn't had so much to drink.
Tearing her lips away from Olivia's, Alex struggled with the sleeves of her jacket. Her balance wasn't quite what it should be. Alex tumbled right off Olivia and onto the floor. She burst out in laughter. Olivia laughed too, and soon they were both laughing uncontrollably.
"Sorry to spoil your fun, but GET UP!" A voice from the darkened doorway to Olivia's office made both women jump. Olivia stood up immediately and grabbed Alex's hand to help her up. Richard French stepped out of the shadows, pointing a shawn-off shotgun and the detective and the ADA.
"I knew it was you."
"Oh yay, good for you. You're so clever detective. Pity you're going to be too dead to tell anyone."
"I already did, and they're on their way now." Olivia lied, but she hoped her confidence would spook him. She also hoped she sounded more sober than she felt.
"You're lying!" Richard whacked Olivia hard over the head with his gun and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Alex couldn't fake her confidence right now, even though she knew it would probably help her out. She was shaking uncontrollably and let out a small yelp when he pointed the gun in her direction. "You're first. Shower." Alex complied and made her way to the bathroom, Richard's gun poking her in the back as she went.
Olivia stirred and opened her eyes to see Alex and Richard going up the stairs. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and held down '1' for Elliot's speed dial. She looked at her watch as the phone rang. It was past 1am; he would surely be in bed. Pick up, pick up!
"You okay Liv?"
"Elliot! You're awake!" She whispered.
"I wasn't. What's wrong?"
"French is here. He has taken Alex up the stairs." A gun shot from upstairs made Olivia jump, and her heart raced, "Quickly El!"
Olivia hung up and got up off the floor. Her gun was upstairs in her room. She ran as quietly as she could up the stairs and ducked into her room, grabbing her gun. Holding it out in front of her, she approached the bathroom door. "Drop your weapon!"
Another shot was fired, and it missed Olivia's head by inches. There was a nice hole through Alex's wall. Olivia looked through it. She couldn't see much, but she could see Alex and she was okay. Olivia sighed a breath of relief.
"Drop your weapon Detective, or this blonde cutie gets a bullet in the head right now."
Olivia froze; not sure what to do. She'd sobered up a bit, but she the wine was clouding her judgement. She certainly didn't trust her aim. She held her gun in front of the door, and dropped the cartridge onto the ground before also dropping the gun, "I'm going to come in."
Olivia stepped into the doorway with her hand up.
"Stand in the corner and don't move. You're next." He then turned back to Alex, "Get in the shower."
Shaking, Alex stepped into the shower. What is he going to do?
Richard raised the gun to Cabot's head, "Makes it easier to clean in here," he grinned. He then hesitated and looked at Olivia. Lowering his gun, he unzipped his fly, "I might have some fun with this first."
As if it was possible, Alex's heart sunk further. Just kill me and get it over and done with.
Olivia, on the other hand, saw this as an opportunity for more time until Elliot got there.
