Disclaimer: As you all know, these characters aren't mine. They belong to Dick Wolf and NBC.

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Day 32: OTPDisaster: Person B receiving a minor injury somewhere on their face. Person B insists its fine, but Person A fusses over it. Person B ends up going to work with a cute, colorful, character-themed bandaid smack dab in the middle of their face.

Universe: And Alex Makes Three (Days 21, 27, 28)

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Olivia eases the apartment door closed gently, attempting to avoid waking both Alex and Noah. As soon as she is halfway through the living room on her way to the bedroom, the light flicks on and she sees Alex sitting on the couch, just waiting for her.

For a moment, Olivia is tempted to turn around and walk right back out the door. Instead, she runs her hand through her hair and attempts to smile. "Hey, Alex."

Alex frowns, unamused. "You're late."

"Yeah, I got held up at the station."

"You didn't call."

Olivia flinches. "I meant to."

"But?"

"But I was engrossed in paperwork and it slipped my mind."

Alex nods. "Why are you lying, Olivia?"

"I'm not."

"Really?" Alex sighs. "Noah called around 7:30 to say good night and the officer that took the message said you were out serving a search warrant." Olivia remains silent and Alex just nods. "Try not to leave before your son gets a chance to see you." Then she heads into the bedroom, closing the door forcefully behind her.

Olivia sighs, resigning herself to sleeping on the couch.

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The next morning, Alex wakes to the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. Grabbing her robe off the hook on the back of the door, she wraps it around herself and heads out to the kitchen.

Noah, four-years-old and missing both his front teeth, stands on his stool at the kitchen table, furiously mixing something that looks suspiciously like pancake batter with sprinkles and chocolate chips. He looks up as Alex walks into the room and grins toothily at her. "Mornin', Mama!"

Alex walks over and kisses the top of Noah's head. "Mornin', baby. What're you making?" she asks, turning to look over Olivia's shoulder at the griddle on the stovetop. "Pancakes?"

Noah nods, jumping off his stool to present Olivia with his bowl of pancake batter. Olivia turns her head as she leans down to grab the bowl before Noah can drop it on the ground and Alex catches a glimpse of a cut on Olivia's jaw.

"You're bleeding," Alex says. Reaching out to take hold of Olivia's jaw, she turns her head from side to side, inspecting the wound.

Olivia shrugs. "It's just a cut."

Alex shakes her head. "Yes," she says, "but you're actively bleeding in our kitchen." She walks over to the cabinet to the left of the sink and pulls out a bandaid and an antiseptic pad. After cleaning and bandaging the cut, she picks Noah up so he can "Kiss Mommy's booboo and make it better."

"Thank you," Olivia says with a roll of her eyes directed at Alex. "Do you mind if I go back to making breakfast now?"

Alex nods and presses a kiss to Olivia's cheek. "Have fun."

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A few hours later, Olivia heads over to the precinct to pick up the paperwork she is hoping to finish over the weekend. "What's up, Amanda?" she asks, not even needing to look up from her desk to know Amanda is leaning against her doorframe.

"I was just about to head out, wanted to let you know."

Olivia looks up, offering Amanda a smile. "Have a good weekend."

"You too." As Amanda turns to leave, she looks back once more and says, "And Liv? Nice bandaid."

Olivia brows furrow in confusion and she quickly rummages through her purse to find the compact mirror at the bottom. Opening it, she looks at her face and – sure enough – a very brightly-colored Captain America Shield is stuck to her jaw.

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