I felt like someone punched me in the gut. "Oh, cool." I said when I realized that Olivia was waiting for a response.
"Do you have a problem with that?" She asked defensively.
"No!" I said. "Of course not! Why would you think that?!" Good one Cabot. Get way too impassioned about this so she thinks you're a freak. Smooth.
Olivia started circling me somewhat like a vulture. Oh my gosh. She's going to kill me. Relax, Alex. She's just—is she staring at my ass? I could drop a pencil and…yeah, no. That would be way too desperate. So what do I do? I casually unbutton two buttons on my blouse and hope that she notices.
Then I noticed that Olivia had been talking this whole time. "…type to have problems with lesbians."
Was she accusing me of not accepting her lifestyle? I had to say something soon, and considering I had no idea what she actually said I decided to wing it.
"I can assure you, Detective Benson, that I certainly do not have a problem with lesbians," I said very icily. Oh my goodness, I'm a bitch. She's going to hate me.
"If you say so," she said, returning to face me. "To what do we owe the lovely pleasure of you stopping by this afternoon?"
Before I could stop myself, my eyes narrowed in a death-glare formation. Stop it, Alex! You're not arraigning the woman, you're having a conversation!
"Um…" I started. Oh, that's good. 'Um.' Nice. That's going to make her think you're a competent attorney. "I just thought that I would come by and meet the squad." I added a smile.
"Well," Olivia said, her war-like expression fading, "Let me give you the two-cent tour."
Why isn't she looking at my face? I followed her gaze lower, lower, bingo! She was looking at my very, very open blouse. On the inside, I was jumping up and down.
On the outside however, I smiled and nodded. "Thanks." I said.
Olivia took me around, showing the interrogation rooms, Captain Cragen's office, the crib, locker room, and introduced me to just about everyone in the place. Each time, I was met with the same expression of hatred.
When we circled back to Olivia's desk, I didn't want to leave. Towards the end of the "tour" she started making jokes and laughing.
"Do you totally hate me?" Olivia asked shyly.
"No way! I don't like your girlfriend, but I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship for you and me!" Oh my gosh. Could I be any cornier? Also, I just insulted her girlfriend! Run away! "I guess I'll be going now," I said sadly, "Thank you very much, Detective."
"You're welcome, Alex. And you can call me Olivia, you know."
I smiled wide, nodded, and turned to leave. Good work, Cabot. Now just manage to walk out of here without falling flat on your ass and you should be good.
"Wait!" I heard from behind me. I turned around. "Do you, um, have time to go grab some lunch?"
I was so happy I could cry. "Yeah, that would be great, Olivia. Thanks."
Olivia smiled. "Great. Let's go."
I waited for her to grab her stuff and meet me by the door.
"You don't mind walking, do you?" She asked.
"Of course not," I replied. "But if these heels start giving me a problem, you're going to have to carry me!" Shit. Why, Cabot? Why do you say these things?
To my surprise (and relief) Olivia laughed. "I don't think that'll be a problem, Alex. You look like you'll break in half if the wind blows too hard!"
I smiled. As we started our walk to what Olivia insisted was "the best deli in town" my heart was beating so hard that I swore Olivia could hear it.
I was, surprisingly, able to keep up a conversation as we walked. We crossed a particularly busy street, and I, being the graceful woman that I am, stepped in a pot hole.
As I was falling down, I managed to grab on to the closest thing in sight. I pulled myself up, and only then did I realize that I was holding Olivia's hand.
A/N: thanks for all the reviews! This one was short, I know. Not to worry, though. With any luck, the next one should be up soon!