"So, you were a dancer?" Olivia asked, leaning on the table in the diner that they had stopped at. They had already gotten their food and Olivia couldn't hold the questions in any longer.

Alex bit off the end of a French fry, "Back-up dancer. But only when I needed money for books. " She grinned, "Or when they canned me into it. But I was always clothed and in the shows in the back or behind a screen."

"How'd you end up there?" Olivia asked, enthralled with Alex's former life.

"A friend of mine is the bouncer," Alex explained, "He was the big guy sitting at the end of the table. He got me the surveillance DVD. Anyway they needed a bartender and I needed a job."

"How'd you start dancing?"

"We were all messing around on the stage on night before we opened and the manager saw and asked if I'd like to make some real money. I told him I wouldn't strop and I had the worst case of stage fright ever."

"No way," Olivia raised an eyebrow.

Alex smiled, "Yeah, dancing actually helped me get over it."

Olivia looked at Alex for a while just trying to comprehend what she'd been hearing. Before she thought of Alex as an uptight, trust fund baby who cared more about her conviction percentage than anything else.

"I had you pegged all wrong," Olivia smiled and looked at her plate then up at Alex who was genuinely amused.

"Most people do," Alex nodded.

Olivia took a sip of her water, "What about your date Friday?"

The blonde giggled, "Yeah, I already told you I stood her up. I didn't mean to though. I had to study and I was freaking out because I thought I was going to fail CivPro. I just forgot."

"So it was like…a romantic date?" Olivia asked.

Alex nodded like it was a standard question.

"So you're…" Olivia trailed off hoping Alex would jump in.

The blonde just looked at Olivia with a grin on her face almost daring her to finish. "Am I what detective?"

Olivia looked like a deer in the headlights for a beat before trying to clear her throat with a small sip of water.

Alex laughed briefly before answering, "I don't think I'm gay. I don't think I'm not. I'm…open. If I'm attracted to someone I'm attracted to them regardless of how they look."

The detective nodded. She always felt like that how most people were and she herself was. Unfortunately she hadn't ever found anyone who she was attracted to on all levels. She had fulfilled biological desires with men, but sometimes women would capture her attention, but she'd never make a move.

She was amazed at how wrong she'd been about Alex. She was used to being right and getting people after just a few minutes with them. She'd been working with Alex for almost a year. It was like Alex was two different people, ADA Cabot and Alex the bisexual stripper. Well Alex the sexually open back up dancer/bartender.

"So you were so good at dancing around a pole the manager asked you to dance for customers?" Olivia picked up her drink and started drinking her water.

Alex shrugged, "Well that and I give one hell of a lap dance."

Olivia started choking on her water, immediately putting the glass down and covering her mouth with a napkin while she sputtered and coughed.

Alex let out a hearty laugh before Olivia stopped choking.

"Thanks for saving me there," Olivia cleared her throat, "I'm glad I wasn't really choking."

"If you were really choking, I would have helped," Alex rolled her eyes. She looked out the window for a few second before changing the subject, "I am having lunch with your mother tomorrow."

"Are you serious?" Olivia asked, "She must really like you." Then she smiled, "It looks like you have two dates this week."

Alex smiled, "I'm sorry, but your mom is not my type. She's fun though."

"That's good. I don't think I could get along with a step mom anyway," Olivia smiled back.

After they paid and got to the car, Alex asked Olivia to explain the current case to her. Olivia explained all the way back to the precinct where they walked inside together.

"So he's attacking new people at strip clubs, meaning that he's got to be a regular," Alex added to see if she was getting it correct, "He only attacks brunettes over five six and only in the Midtown area?"

Olivia nodded.

"Is there a pattern?" Alex asked, "Of the places he attacks."

The detective thought for a moment. "Maybe," she pushed open the door of the precinct, "I'll grab a map and we can look."

After they went through with their plan, Olivia was starting to see a distinct pattern. She pointed to a place on the map, "Are there any strip clubs around here?"

Alex nodded, "Just one."

"You found the next target?" Elliot asked walking up behind them.

Olivia nodded. She looked at her watch, "It's a few hours until nightfall."

"How can you be sure that there's new people there?" Elliot asked, "He only attacks new girls."

"We can put a new girl in there," Olivia offered.

Alex quirked an eyebrow, knowing what Olivia meant, "The art of table dancing can't be learned in two hours. And no offense, but you don't strike me as the stripper type. If he's a regular, he'll pick you out within seconds."

Cragen who had been listening from the door of his office stepped in, "Do you have an alternative counselor?"

Alex shrugged, "I'll do it."

"No offence, but how good of a stripper front can you pull off?" Elliot asked, crossing his arms.

The blonde just smirked and looked at Cragen, "I suggest you call the Landing Strip and tell them they're going to have a new dancer tonight."