Title: Thanks for the Memories

Author: LogicBomb.32

Ships: Pre-established Alex/Olivia

Summary: Twenty-five drabbles, all seventy-five words or less (with the word that prompted them) about our favorite nonexistent couple.

Authors Note: Thanks to (MissChastityClaireBabcock, LiveLoveLikeMe, Ockham's Razor, ChErRy6PaO and CrimeSceneGirl101 ) all of whom reviewed the last chapter.

Authors Notes #2: This next set is from Olivia's point of view. I find her harder to write so excuse me if any of it is OOC. Also I apologize for missing a set yesterday, I hope you are not too mad at me, real life got in the way.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Genocide

I still remember the first night I spent without you, the first night I spent with you hallway across the world fighting the rape victims of the Genocide. It was the loneliest nights of my life. To be so far away, to know that you had left me, left us by choice, it was killing me.

Homesick

Sometimes, when I let myself think about her, I wonder if you ever gets homesick. I wonder if you ever misses me, misses what we had. I know I do.

Captured

It's strange, thinking about how much I'm in love with you, thinking about how we fell in love. The stupid games we played, how we ignored each other for so long until finally, finally you captured my heart and it will always be yours.

Adrift

I don't remember the last time we relaxed like this, the sand between our toes, the wind gently blowing, keeping us just cool enough that it's bearable to be outside, feeling adrift in the universe. Content.

Disheveled

Eyes fluttering open and not expecting to be alive, much less see your face, anxious and disheveled, but here, not in whatever state you were, being whoever you were. But here, with me, being mine.

Processor (I know this is longer than 75 words, I got carried away)

"Fuck!" I heard the shout coming from the space you tried to call your office "Work you piece of shit!"

Easing myself up from the sofa I'm interested as to see what your shouting at, because I know it isn't me "Problems?" I ask from the doorway, amused to see you cursing at our computer.

Turning to look at me I can't help but be turned on by the angry look in your eyes "Stupid processor keeps crashing on me." You say, obviously expecting help.

"Well, I think I know a detective that worked in computer crimes who might be able to help."

Sledgehammer

"You did what?"

I'm laughing a little bit as I hear the amazement in your voice "It was either get shot and take him out with the sledgehammer."

"Oh great, that's how I'll explain it to the judge."

Hands-off

Who knew that taking a more hands-off approach to sex could be so, so, wow…

Wintertime

Summer's in New York were one thing but it was wintertime in New York that made the other four seasons bearable. Sure they were cold and miserable but the infectious holiday spirit that overran the city, the romance that drifted in the air, it turned the grey skies blue.

Available

I know that I shouldn't be here, our circumstances are to different, our paths ere never meant to cross and yet, when you asked me if I was available for dinner I could hardly say no. I said yes. Pushed the doubts and fears away, for the moment.

Voiceless

I

L-O-V-E

Y-O-U

I watch as you fumble through letters, watch as you bite your lip in concentration as you hit L-O but finally, finally you get there and there are tears in both of our eyes. I may be deaf but I'm not voiceless "I love you too Lex." I say, or at least I hope I say.

Upbeat

"How are you are so upbeat all the time?" I ask, almost irritated by the god mood you seem to be stuck in for the past week.

"What?" You ask, turning to look at me innocently "I can't be excited about our anniversary."

Shit.

Employ

"If you want to remain employed by the city of New York then I recommend you release my client."

The lawyer is scum, worse than Langan to be perfectly honest but before I can come up with a witty response you come in "Is that a threat against an NYPD Detective?" You ask "Because that sounded like a threat and making threats against the NYPD is punishable by law, you do remember that?"

Scarf

You don't realize how hard you are to shop for. So that's why I found myself out in the city on Christmas Eve looking desperately for that one gift. The one gift that called out to me, then I saw it. Hanging in the window of some boutique, the scarf.

Shore

"Let's go." You say, standing up and pulling me to my feet

"Where?" I reply, not sure where this sudden spontaneity will take us, not that I mind.

"I don't care." You say "I'm sick of the city, sick of the traffic and the noise. Let's go to the seashore."

"For you" I say, pulling you into a kiss "anything."

Accuracy

Inhale.

Outhale.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Inhale.

Outhale.

When it comes to your gun it's about concentration, focus and inner calm in the heat of the moment as it is about accuracy.

Nobody

It could be an instigator, a motivator and a demon but it was not the answer and it was for that reason she pulled Alex back, out of her mothers grasp. That and nobody touched Alex like that, nobody.

Shelter

The calm before the storm, but not at all. You're watching me break down from the inside out and yet instead of running like any sane person you're there to shelter me, to hold me and to protect me from myself.

Justice

"The justice system isn't perfect." Casey's words echo in the silent courtroom "But do not let this moment be one of those times. Alexandra Cabot was a dedicated attorney who was senselessly murdered. Give her family, her friends and coworkers peace and give the man who killed her justice. Find Robert Blank guilty of murder, give Alexandra Cabot the justice she deserves."

Italy

"Where are we going?" I ask, confused as to why we're heading towards the airport.

"Italy." You respond, as if this is completely normal.

Spoon

"Spoon or fork?" you ask so suddenly that I don't have time to pull my mind out of the gutter.

"What?" I splutter, trying comprehend the question in its proper context but failing.

Wonder

I get why you left, I really do, but sometimes I can't help wonder if you were running from something.

Monster

I battle a monster, it grows and thrives inside of me. Everyday is a battle to keep it from overtaking me and showing the world who I truly am. A rapists and an alcoholics daughter.

Rain

We're walking in the rain, cold water droplets running down our faces, but nothing can break our spirits. We are together, this time for good.

Lawyer

I suppose there is some sort of poetry to the fact that I'm in love with a lawyer.

Thanks for reading to the end, I hope it was an enjoyable journey for you. As always reviews are appreciated, for this chapter in particular I would love to know if my characterization of Olivia (no matter how brief it is) is?

Also anyone interested in the next chapter being from outsiders POV (examples being Elliot, Munch, Cragen, Liz, Fin and other random people)?

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