"So you're flying home to Boston tomorrow to get your stuff."

"And I'll get to New York on Wednesday so we can comingle our things."

Olivia was to send pictures of her apartment to Alex, so she would know what to bring and what to store.

"My bed frame is fine, but maybe we should get a new mattress."

"We can give it a test drive when I get there."

"You mean test ride."

Alex kissed her. "You're so cute."

"I know."

"And modest too."

"New York's finest baby."

"My detectives aren't going to believe that I married a cop." She always swore against dating in the work place.

"Your detectives?"

"I was the homicide ADA in Boston."

"Did you know Rizzoli?"

"Yeah, she was a pain in my butt for the past three years."

"You're the Ice Queen?" Olivia blurted out.

"Glad to know my reputation precedes me," Alex said dryly.

"Jane and I worked on a serial case together. Man, it is a small world."

"Doesn't she look like Abbie Carmichael?"

"They could be twins."

"I showed Abbie a picture of Jane and she thought I just took an old picture of her to prank her."

Olivia laughed. "I could see Abbie making that accusation."

"You know Serena's going to ride Abbie's ass about a wedding nonstop now."

"Well, Abbie's had four years. It's time for her to woman up!"

When Olivia did get home, she remembered what a dump she lived in. The paint is chipping. The window still doesn't open, and Olivia had to clean.

She spent three days scrubbing and touching up the place, hoping Alex wouldn't hate it.

She'll probably see this place and dump me!

Eventually, Wednesday came around and Alex drove her stuff down to New York.

Along with her clothes, she decided to take her couch, desk and bookshelves. Everything else could be stored.

The blonde arrived in New York at about 12:30. Olivia still had to work, so Alex got a key from the super and had her movers bring her stuff up.

They managed to get it all done within 30 minutes. Alex tipped them and then had a chance to really look at the place.

It could use a little sprucing up, but it had the makings of a good apartment. Nice neighborhood, a lot of space for New York standards, Alex could call this place home.

She flopped on the couch and texted Olivia.

"All moved in!"

Olivia had been doing paperwork. She's here. "How do you like it?"

"It's cozy. I noticed your fridge is empty. Should I get groceries?"

"I'm not much of a cook," Olivia admitted. "I usually just get takeout."

"Well, I'll make you a proper Boston meal. Get ready for some lobster roll!"

That sounds really good. "It won't be better than my favorite pizza."

"Why don't we wait and see?"

Alex looked up the nearest fish markets and set out to make the Beantown classics. When she got there, she knew exactly what she wanted.

"How can I help you?"

"I would like two female 1 ¼ lb lobsters, a dozen little neck clams and three uni."

Once she had the seafood, she went to get the rest of the food. She needed bread, pasta, potatoes, carrots, onions, cheese, green apples, eggs, oil, cream, clam juice, and white wine.

She liked Olivia's apartment a lot less once she carried the bags up four flights of stairs.

"Oh god my thighs are burning." She was making Olivia carry the groceries next time.

She can do the grocery shopping and I'll do the cooking.

Olivia often worked until Cragen threw her out of the office, but now had someone to come home to; she never had that before.

"I'll see you tomorrow Dad."

Cragen looked at the clock. "You do realize it's only four thirty."

"I know."

Finally, she's getting a life. "See you tomorrow Liv."

The walk home was a really nice one. The weather wasn't too hot. It had rained the night before and that really cooled the city down.

Still, Olivia didn't need to wear her jacket. She draped it over her shoulder as she walked to her Lower East Side apartment.

Olivia whistled as she walked up the stairs. When she opened the door, she smelled fresh seafood.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?"

"How long did it take you to come up with that?" Alex laughed.

"Hey, that's an Olivia Benson original!"

Alex kissed her cheek. "Tonight we are having New England clam chowder with uni toast followed by a lobster roll with lobster mac and cheese."

"That all sounds amazing."

"Dinner should be ready by 6PM."

Alex had already made the uni puree and roasted her potatoes. The clams were steaming now.

Olivia took out a book to read, but she couldn't help but watch Alex cook. The woman looked flawless with her designer jeans and heels on, but she was chopping, dicing, and sautéing away like a suburban housewife.

First up was the chowder and uni toast.

"This smells lovely." The chowder had clams of course, bacon, potatoes, cream, and the wine reduction that had been used to cook the clams.

"I hope it tastes good too," Alex said bashfully.

Olivia took a bite. "I think I've only had clam chowder from a can before." She couldn't remember a time when anyone had ever made this for her.

"Then we'll have to take you up to Boston. It's not very far away."

"I know," Olivia had never gone outside of work before.

"We can go to Jane's mother's house. Oh she makes the best food."

Olivia concurred. "That handmade fettuccine." She remembered eating there before she came back to New York.

The detective tried the uni toast next. It was salty, creamy, and had this delicious crispy Parmesan on top. "What is uni?"

"It's sea urchin." Alex pureed it with boiled onion, mascarpone, and spread it on toast that she baked before adding the Parmesan on top and baking it again, so the cheese would fry.

Olivia had never eaten sea urchin before. "This is really good."

"And you haven't even had the lobster yet."

Within New England, there was a debate over how to make lobster roll. In Connecticut, the lobster was tossed with warm butter. Further north, the lobster was chilled and tossed with mayo, onion diced small, and some spices.

Alex did something in between. She served it warm on a bun griddled in butter, but she tossed the lobster with lemon juice, a green caper aioli, and finely sliced granny smith apples, giving it a buttery and a creamy taste.

Alex put the claw meat in the lobster roll and used the tails for the mac and cheese. The shells she saved along with the clam shells to make seafood stock.

The macaroni and cheese was served in ramekins.

Olivia tried the roll first. "Oh that's good." Olivia had to reconsider her commitment to pizza right now. This was buttery, creamy, and it had a good sour crunch from the apples.

The mac and cheese went beautifully. It had this nice crunch from the breadcrumbs and this sweetness from the lobster.

"Seriously, I feel my arteries clogging up, and it's so good."

These dishes did use a lot of butter. "I'm glad you like it."

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

Alex shrugged. "I just picked things up from different people." She had friends in law school who liked to cook and they'd share food.

Olivia insisted on taking care of the dishes. "You cooked, I clean."

"I'll clean if you carry the groceries up the stairs next time."

Olivia laughed. "Your legs will get used to the walk up."

"I think you should carry me instead."

In the summer, Alex slept naked. It was just too hot for any clothing.

"You don't mind, do you?"

Damn she's hot! "Not at all."

Olivia couldn't, however, fall asleep. How could she when Alex's perfect body shone in the moonlight that came in from the window?

The tossing and turning woke up Alex. "Something wrong Liv?"

"I can't sleep."

Alex ran her fingertips along Olivia's stomach. "Bad dreams?"

"No," she said breathlessly. "Prurient thoughts."

Soft lips attached to Olivia's neck. "As long as they're about me."

Olivia groaned as Alex made her way down the detective's body. After a little TLC, Olivia and Alex fell sound asleep.