(You guys have probably already read this. I just decided to add it to the 90 Days collection.)

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Day 48: Notyoulandofcanaan: "We're locked in."

Universe: Some time after Alex's return in Season 11

Pushing her hand through her hair, Olivia groans and turns on her heel, stalking away from the steel door. "We're locked in," she says, staring down at the ground. God, she's going to kill Elliot.

Perched on the edge of the table, Alex rolls her eyes. "Thank you, Detective. I'm so glad you were able to figure that out. God knows it wasn't obvious that the door was locked when, you know, the lock clicked."

Olivia clenches her jaw, willing herself not to say anything, not to fall prey to her own desires. She turns her back to Alex and presses her face against the two-way mirror, shielding her eyes with her hands. It's pointless and she knows it, but it beats looking at Alex.

At this point anything beats looking at Alex.

A silence settles over the two of them; more than once, Olivia debates breaking it, but ultimately decides she doesn't actually want to hear Alex's voice, she just wants the ringing in her ears to stop.

It turns out the ringing is preferable.

Preferable, that is, until Alex sighs for the umpteenth time in less than five minutes.

Olivia pinches the bridge of her nose and rolls her eyes. "What?"

Alex looks up from her hands, fixing Olivia with an icy glare. "This is your fault."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"And how do you figure that?"

"'Let's have lunch, Alex' – isn't that what you said? Didn't you say you wanted to 'catch up', you wanted to see if we could work this out? Isn't that what you said?"

Olivia feels the top of her ears go red. "Yes, but–"

Alex stands, advancing on Olivia, anger propelling her forward. "And didn't you also say that you needed to grab your jacket from the interrogation room?" She stops directly in front of Olivia and turns around, looking around the room. Everything is starting to fall into place now. She turns back to Olivia, a glare settled neatly onto her face. "This was planned."

Olivia swallows hard because, yeah, it was planned but Alex looks pissed and there's no way Olivia is going to admit to setting this up. "By Elliot maybe."

Alex scoffs. "You really expect me to believe that Elliot set this up? What would he have to gain by locking us in the interrogation room?"

Olivia shrugs. "Maybe he knows we have some things to work out and figured this was the best way."

Alex feels the fight rush out of her all at once. Something tightens in her chest and she reaches out, letting her fingertips graze the back of Olivia's hand. "Yeah," she says, "maybe."

The lock clicks and the door swings open, and Alex jumps away from Olivia like she's been burned – just like that, the spell is broken.

Olivia flinches, reaching up to rub at the back of her neck. She watches as Alex slips back into her cool persona, not even bothering to look at Olivia as she runs her hands over her blouse and skirt, brushing away non-existent wrinkles. She's so efficient and detached that it genuinely scares Olivia.

But then she looks over at Olivia and there's a smile playing at her lips. "Lunch?" she asks.

Olivia grins. "Lunch."