Perspectives

Olivia stood in front of Alex smiling her gorgeous smile with her hand outstretched beckoning Alex to grab on. Alex felt incredibly shy in her gaze. She put her head down, but Olivia beckoned to her again, and reluctantly Alex stepped forward slowly. She could feel her face blushing as she looked up to meet Olivia's incredibly intense stare.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" Olivia whispered to her.

Alex felt so timid. She felt the power of Olivia's beauty radiating off of her as if she was glowing.

"I love you so much." Olivia said, as she reached over to carefully slide her finger over the line of Alex's chin and the soft line of her waist.

Alex smiled at her. Olivia lifted Alex's head. With a deep intensity, she leaned into Alex and gently gave her a kiss.

Alex loved the way Olivia kissed her. It was gentle and soft, a probing kiss that made her feel desired, wanted, needed. Olivia had the amazing ability to make her feel like she was the most beautiful woman on Earth.

Olivia wrapped her arms around Alex's waist, pulling her in tight. Their kisses became deeper more frantic. Alex pulled at Olivia's hand, moving it, pressing it to where she wanted to be touched.

Olivia stopped. She leaned back and looked at Alex, staring her deeply in the eye. "No matter what happens, I will always love you. I will always be with you, Alex." she whispered before she disappeared.

With a start, Alex sat up in bed, gasping for breath.

Alex had never been good at waking up alone in the dark. Since she and Olivia had lived together, though, she had become a pro. She never realized how often it was that the detectives of the SVU got called out in the middle of the night. It was always as a last resort, but so many nights Olivia, barely awake, would try her hardest to make no noise as she fumbled for clothes and shoes.

At first, the shrill ring of the phone would scare Alex awake, her heart pounding in her chest. Once she was up, she could rarely get back to sleep, the suddenness of the sound made it impossible for her to calm her nerves.

Olivia would grab the phone, comforting her and dealing with whatever the new case was without even fully being awake. Olivia joked that it was helpful that she didn't have to look far to get a warrant in the middle of the night, and Alex told her it was great that she didn't even have to roll over to say "no."

The phone had pulled her out of her dream and it had been such a good dream. She leaned over to wake Olivia up. It wasn't like her to sleep through the phone ringing. When she reached, though, she realized that Liv wasn't there and the pieces started to fall into place. Elliot had picked Olivia up that night—unusual for them now since for all intents and purposes, Olivia had a car of her own if she wanted it.

Alex stared at the phone, wondering who it was who couldn't read an assignment sheet. She reached for the phone, but when she picked it up, the line was dead. Immediately, she could hear the ring of her cell phone in the next room. She sighed—she must have left it on her desk. She was no good at keeping track of that damn thing. It was Olivia who picked them up each night, gathered them together and put them next to the bed. Without her? It was a crap shoot.

Maybe it wasn't Liv this time, though—maybe this was one of the few times they actually needed her at three am. That of course set her mind racing to which judge she could possibly pull out of slumber to get a warrant. Olivia had said they were sitting on a house tonight; maybe they had finally made an arrest.

Alex stumbled out of bed and down the hallway. Rushing to get to the phone before it flipped to voice mail, she stumbled over Olivia's shoe. "God damn it, Liv. I hate you sometimes, why can't you put these away?" she mumbled as she ran for the phone.

"Cabot," she said, entirely out of breath as she grabbed the phone.

"Alex?"

"Elliot?"

"Alex, there's been an accident. You've got to come, she needs you now."

Numbly she listened to his instructions. She stared at the wall as her brain processed details and words she couldn't understand.

Slowly things slammed into place. Alex stared around their apartment with wide eyes. What should she do? What the hell should she do?

She needed to get dressed. She walked back towards the bedroom and stumbled.

Those shoes.

Liv's shoes.

This time, she picked them up and held them close to her.

How she loved the way that Liv would forget and leave those shoes behind.

Her eyes welled with tears. Her back slid down the wall, her knees came to her chest, as deep sobs racked her body.

To Be Continued...