A/N: Okay, I'll at least get you through a kiss or something. This would be a few months after the last one. The movie mentioned came out in late April 2001. So that will give you a time frame to work with. End of Season 2 (perhaps into late spring/early summer).

Word count: about 2,100; Rating: Give this more PG/PG-13 for some sexual innuendo (like any of you people care...ha!)

GETTING WET

"Done already?"

Olivia was sitting at her desk on a Friday afternoon, quickly putting away her files and gathering her things. Elliot had been watching her for a few minutes as she quickly thumbed through the last remaining pages of her DD5s.

"Yep," Olivia said, continuing what she was doing.

"You got big plans or something?" Elliot asked, still carefully watching his partner across their desks.

"Big plans, no. But I am going to see a movie with a friend," Olivia said.

She didn't know why she said friend and not Alex. She knew Elliot was probably aware of their budding friendship over the past few months, but she certainly didn't make a point of telling him every time she and Alex hung out. She didn't want Elliot to ever have a reason to think Alex was playing favorites with them – although, given the sometimes-volatile nature of her and Alex's relationship at work, often going at it when they disagreed, it would be a far stretch for Elliot to suggest favorites anyway.

"Hmm," Elliot said.

"What?" Olivia asked.

"Nothing," he said. "You just seem to have plans with 'a friend' a lot. Seeing someone?"

Olivia shook her head, annoyed. "No. I mean just what I said. I'm seeing a moving with a 'friend.'"

"Ok, fine," he said. "It's not a bad thing, Liv. You seem … happier, lately. That's all. I just wondered if it meant you were getting laid." Elliot chuckled to himself when he said it. Olivia knew he only said it to get under her skin – it did.

"Maybe I am," she said. "You should try it sometime." She got up from her desk and started walking away.

"I have," Elliot yelled across the room. "And I can't afford any more kids."

"Have a good weekend, El," Olivia said before stepping on the elevator to leave and go meet Alex.

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"Ok, I am certain we were the only people in that theater over age 12 that didn't have a child with them," Olivia said as they walked out of the movie theater with the masses.

"No kidding, but even still, I really liked it," Alex said. "It was romantic."

"Well, I enjoyed Donkey," Olivia said.

"You would!" Alex said, shaking her head and laughing still. "Come on, don't tell me you didn't smile a little when Shrek and Fiona finally kissed."

Olivia smiled. "Ok, maybe a little."

"I knew it," Alex said. "Buried down deep inside Detective Benson is a romantic."

"Let's not go too far now," Olivia said. "I haven't been on a date in so long that I've forgotten what romance was. But yes, I'll admit, I did enjoy their unlikely love story."

"You know, it's still pretty early for a Friday night," Alex said. "Do you want to go back to my place? I have a whole tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream that I really shouldn't eat by myself. I can also grab that Eminem CD for you. I can't believe you haven't heard it yet."

"And I can't believe Alex Cabot listens to Eminem," Olivia said, checking her watch, then her phone to make sure she hadn't missed any calls, though she wasn't on-call for the weekend. "Ok, sure, sounds like a good plan. Let's go to your place."

They two hailed a cab and headed to Alex's apartment. Olivia had been there are few times during the past few months, and vice versa. But mostly they would go places after work or meet up somewhere.

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Alex scooped out their ice cream and called out from the kitchen to Olivia who was on the couch. "Wine, Liv?"

"Sure, I'll have a glass," Olivia said, then joined Alex in the kitchen to help her carry things.

They turned on a Golden Girls rerun in the background and sat on opposite ends of the couch facing each other, eating ice cream and sipping wine. The episode they were watching saw Dorothy having another failed relationship and Sophie telling her she was going to be alone forever.

"That sounds like my mom," Alex said. "Always asking if I'm seeing anyone and why not."

"My mom was the same way when I did see her," Olivia said. "Now, I just have Elliot to answer to."

"Oh, I'm sure that goes over well," Alex said. "You two have a strange relationship."

"We do," Olivia nodded. "Before I left tonight he asked if I was getting laid."

"What? Why?"

"Apparently, I've been happy lately," Olivia said. "I guess that's new for me."

"Well … are you?" Alex asked, smirking.

"Ha! No," Olivia said. "Though it wouldn't be a bad thing."

"Amen," Alex said. They both went back to sipping their wine, ice cream long gone. Alex reached forward for the wine bottle to pour herself more. "More wine?"

"Oh, no, I probably shouldn't," Olivia said. "It's getting late and I'm already feeling a little buzzed. I don't like taking the train when I've had too much to drink. Though, I suppose I could call a cab."

"Or you could just crash here," Alex said. "You're not on-call or anything this weekend, right?"

"Nope," Olivia said. "Fin and Munch's turn."

"You should stay then," Alex said. "We can go to that brunch place we like in the morning. I'll take the couch and you can have the bed."

"I can't take your bed," Olivia said. "Ok, I'll stay, but I'll sleep on the couch."

"Have it your way," Alex said. She reached down again for the bottle to fill Olivia's glass. Olivia and she reached for the wine glass at the same time, hands grazing and freezing at the contact. Olivia was pretty sure she momentarily stopped breathing.

"Sorry," Olivia muttered and pulled her hand back. Alex looked down awkwardly but finished pouring Olivia's glass.

Another couple of glasses later and they had both forgotten about the awkward moment and were laughing loud enough that Olivia was surprised they hadn't gotten a noise complaint.

"I swear to you, Trevor Langan asked me out like two months ago," Olivia said laughing. "It was right after he represented that guy who raped and beat his wife. I mean, we weren't even off the courthouse steps yet."

"What'd you tell me?" Alex asked, although she was sure of the answer.

"I told him I don't date lawyers," Olivia said.

"Hey! What's wrong with lawyers?" Alex said, faking being offended.

Olivia laughed and shrugged. "Ehhh."

"That's too bad. You have no idea what you're missing out on," Alex said. Olivia thought she detected a bit of flirtation in her voice, but she'd also had a lot of wine – and so had Alex – but she decided to play along and flirt back a little.

"Is that right?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

"No idea," Alex said restated again and an awkward silence once again fell on them.

"I, uh, I should probably have some water before bed," Olivia finally said. "It's been a while since I drank this much and I'd hate to have a hangover. Tomorrow is supposed to be beautiful."

Alex didn't response. Olivia looked up and noticed Alex was looking at her, but seemed to be lost in thought.

"Do you want some, too?" Olivia asked.

"Huh? What?" Alex said.

"Water. I said I needed some water before bed," Olivia said.

"Oh, yeah, I should have some," Alex said. Olivia started to get up and Alex put her hand on her knee, pushing her back down. "I'll get it."

Olivia was sure if Alex touched her one more time that night, she would die. Her plan to get over her crush was working – or at least it had been until tonight, so Olivia thought. But now, the only thing Olivia could think about was Alex's soft hands on her and the charge it sent through her body when they did make contact. She definitely needed some water to sober up.

"One tall glass of water coming right up," Alex said. She was carrying two glasses and no sooner were the words out of her mouth than she tripped on the corner of the rug, spilling both glasses and falling straight on Olivia who reached to catch the blonde. Both the couch and Olivia were soaking wet.

"You okay?" Olivia said once the motion had stopped, arms still around Alex.

"Oh my God, Liv," Alex said. "I'm so sorry. You're soaked, and so is your bed now." She didn't make any attempts to move from Olivia's lap just yet.

"Hey, it's okay," Olivia said. "We'll get some towels. At least it's just water. And it's not like I haven't slept all wet before."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized it sounded slightly dirty and Alex started to giggle.

"Is that right?" Alex said, smirking.

Olivia groaned and Alex got up off Olivia, sitting next to her now.

"I really am sorry, Liv," Alex said. "I've been meaning to replace that rug for a while now. And, I've probably had a bit too much wine, too."

"It's okay, Alex, really," Olivia said. "I haven't melted yet, so I'll be fine."

"At least let me get you some dry clothes," Alex said. She got up and went to the bedroom to pick out something for Olivia to sleep in. When she came back, she handed the clothes, and a towel, to Olivia. "You know, it's going to take a while for this couch to dry out, even with towels. I have a king size bed, you're welcome to share it with me."

Olivia clenched her mouth shut and swallowed discreetly. "It's fine, Alex…"

"Olivia, really, I insist," Alex said. "Look, if you're uncomfortable, at least take the bed and let me sleep on the wet couch."

"No way," Olivia said. "It's your bed. I won't make you give it up."

"Then it's settled, we'll share," Alex said.

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The following morning, Olivia woke up to the thump of Alex's arm landing across her from rolling over. She had discovered quickly into the night that Alex was a bit of a take-up-the-whole-bed kind of sleeper. She had rolled back and forth from her side to Olivia's side all night, but quick to move back when she'd momentarily wake and discover it.

Olivia lay there as the room slowly brightened, shining on the blonde sleeping next to her who was still the most beautiful women she had ever seen, especially like this. Alex was a beautiful woman in general, and always looked great at work. But it was relaxed Alex – the no-makeup and jeans Alex – that Olivia realized she liked the best. No because of her more casual appearance, although Olivia did appreciate it, but because Alex Cabot outside of the courtroom was a completely different creature. She was a woman who laughed and smiled a lot, listened to Eminem and became teary-eyed during Shrek. She was every bit as complicating and challenging as courtroom Alex, but the softer side – even human side – is what Olivia was really attracted to.

When Alex woke up, she realized her arm was across the detective and slowly pulled it back.

"Sorry," she said quietly. "I should have mentioned I a bit of a bed hog."

"It's okay, Alex," Olivia said. "I didn't want to disturb you."

Alex smiled and slowly propped herself up on her side and arm. "What time do you want to go have brunch?"

"You know, I realized, I don't have any clothes besides what I wore yesterday," Olivia said. "I mean, I'm sure it'd be fine to wear again, but the idea doesn't thrill me."

Alex sat up now, finally waking up. "I'm sure I have something you can wear. I mean, if you want."

Olivia nodded and the two of them got up to begin to get ready. Olivia let Alex go first, then she did. When Olivia was done, she went into the dining room where Alex was drinking coffee and reading through the morning paper.

"Hey, that looks like it fits well," Alex said.

"Yeah, although, this Harvard shirt is very clearly yours and not mine," Olivia said.

Alex shrugged. "Oh well, who'll know."

"Well, let's just hope we don't run into anyone we know out," Olivia said. "They'll start talking."

She smirked and Alex and noticed what she was sure was a blush from the blonde. It made Olivia smile thinking that maybe Alex also was having some sort of feelings for her. Of course, everything about it screamed "bad idea" and Olivia knew she should put the brakes on it, but she couldn't even if she tried – and she tried.

No, Alex Cabot had … something … that Olivia could not seem to pull herself away from.

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