August

Elliot and Kathy had spent the day together at the beach.

"It was no Hawaii, but it was a great day."

They were on their way home when they saw a fire. Elliot parked the car and called it in. As he spoke to the dispatcher, he left the car to see if he could help, only to realize the victim was dead and apparently had been set on fire. He could smell gasoline along with the burning flesh.

"We got a murder here. Someone set the body on fire."

Kathy had gone out to see what was happening. When she saw the marred face she screamed. Elliot tried to block her view, but it was too late. She had seen it all.

"I want this guy's head mounted on my wall," Elliot didn't know who killed the victim or why, but after what Kathy had to see because of his killer, Elliot was ready to kill him.

"Maybe Abbie can get a warrant for it," Olivia joked.

It did not lighten Elliot's mood.

They started on the case, right away, and when they wanted a search warrant, they called Abbie's work line only to learn, "she's no longer with the DA's office."

"What?"

Abbie had wanted to go to the US Attorneys' Office. Everyone knew that and she was slated for a post in January in DC. However, another position opened up in New York at the last minute, so Abbie took it.

"Who the hell's our DA?" Elliot didn't want some two-bit hack who would barf on the first sign of blood and refuse to take anything to trial.

"She's on her way, and try not to scare her off the job before sundown," Cragen chastised.

Jack literally had to find a placement out of Cragen had no idea where. He had to hope that the girl was competent and could stick it out until they found a permanent ADA.

Jack called Alex Cabot into his office.

"Yes Boss."

"How do you like Appeals'?"

It's dreadfully boring. "It's just fine."

"I have another position for you if you'd …"

"I'll take it."

"I thought so. Welcome to SVU. You will report to your Bureau Chief, Liz Donnelly at once."

"Yes Boss."

SVU, that's Olivia's precinct. I hope that's okay.

Liz Donnelly went through a lot of ADAs. It was the nature of the beast. When she saw Alex, she was immediately intrigued. The woman was clearly wealthy, wealthy enough not to have to work given her suits and shoes. What would bring her here?

"Welcome Alexandra."

"Alex is fine," she said meekly.

Liz nodded every so slightly. The Bureau Chief went over policy and showed her around the office.

"Any questions?"

"Um, what is the policy on intradepartmental dating?"

Now that was a surprise. "You haven't even met anyone else here yet? Unless you meant me and I'm already taken."

Alex blushed. "I'm kind of … married to one of the SVU detectives."

"What?"

Her file said she was single.

"We just got married last month, after I sent in my application to the DA's office."

Liz was baffled. "Wait a minute, you're not Mrs. Munch #5 are you?"

Alex laughed. "Oh Heavens no. He'll have to go back to Vegas for that."

Elliot just married Kathy. Fin was with Dr. Warner. "You and Benson?" They had an office pool on her sexuality since she came to SVU.

"Yes, and I don't know if she's told her colleagues yet."

Liz beamed like a schoolgirl. "You won me $100. Welcome to SVU!"

What?

Jimmy Choo shoes clicked through the hallways as Alexandra walked into the 1-6 for the first time. She knocked on Captain Cragen's office door.

"It's open!" He didn't bother to look up until she closed the door.

His first thought was that she was stunning. His second thought was that she was young enough to be his daughter. Who did she sleep with to get this job?

He didn't even realize he said that aloud until Alex responded with, "I'm a lesbian, so if you think I got this placement by sleeping with Mr. McCoy, think again."

"Oops!" That's all he could say at that point.

After a brief conversation, Cragen went to introduce her to the squad.

"Listen up everybody!"

All heads turned towards us.

"Our new ADA is here. Her name's Alexandra Cabot."

Olivia heard the name and froze. She's our new ADA. Why didn't she tell me? How am I going to work with her in those …

When Alex came into view, Olivia could feel herself blushing.

"She's replacing Abbie effective now and she was the most winning homicide prosecutor in Boston, so hopefully, we can continue the success here."

Munch was grinning like a schoolboy. "Welcome."

Fin smacked his head. "Don't scare her. Ignore him," Fin cautioned.

"I know you're all working on a case right now. Is there anything I can to help?"

They needed a search warrant. Olivia explained what they had, and it wasn't much.

"You want me to get a warrant … on that?" Her voice had a girl please tone to it.

"Yeah."

Alex cringed before she took out her cellphone. She dialed the number and said, "I'd like to speak to Judge Harriman please."

"…"

"This is Alex Cabot."

"…"

"Uncle Bill … I need a favor!"

Not 10 minutes later a warrant came through their fax.

Alex had to get back to her office. She knew she better have a good defense for this warrant if the defendant challenged it.

"Call me if you need anything else."

She was gone in a flash.

"How does she run that fast in heels?" Fin questioned.

"How do her legs go on forever?" Munch asked admiringly.

"Watch your mouth," Olivia snapped at him.

"Why so serious?" Munch teased.

She wanted to bop his head.

Elliot saw one thing when he looked at her … privilege.

That night, they found enough physical evidence to arrest their suspect. He was the victim's adopted teenage son.

"I just … I can't do this anymore."

Olivia was concerned that he might be suicidal, and they had him put on watch.

His lawyer would be in to see him at the hospital.

Elliot couldn't help but think they were missing something. "Why would he set his father on fire?"

"Maybe his father was violent," Olivia thought. Kid snapped and decided enough was enough.

Elliot had to get home. "I'll give you a ride."

He dropped her off on the way to Queens. Often, she'd invite him up for a beer, but today she didn't.

"I'll catch you tomorrow."

"See ya' partner." He knew things would change after the wedding, but he didn't expect it to be so abrupt.

Olivia didn't even think about inviting Elliot up. She just wanted a hot shower, something to eat, and her woman's arms around her.

When she got into her apartment, she could smell beef.

Alex had made beef bourbignon the afternoon before, so she could reheat it for tonight.

The blonde had changed out of her suit and was now wearing a UCLA t-shirt and a pair of Olivia's boxers.

"I like it when you wear my clothes," Olivia told her as she grabbed her wife from behind.

"You know I'm eager to please."

Olivia kissed her shoulder. "Do I?"

"Do you want me to get you a bowl?" Alex had already eaten. Olivia told her not to wait.

"Yes. I'm just going to take a quick shower." Olivia had to try and wash this case off her. It just made her feel itchy.

When Olivia came out of the shower ten minutes later, she was welcomed with a bowl of beef bourbignon over rice and an ice cream sundae on the side.

"This way, it will be melty by the time you get to it." Olivia liked her ice cream somewhat melted, so she could mix it in with the whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

"You're too good to me." The detective tried not to bring her work home, but Alex knew exactly what happened.

"How are you feeling?" Alex asked her softly.

"Better now."

The two women cuddled until they fell asleep.

Eventually, Elliot and Olivia figured out that their victim had molested his killer, repeatedly for years.

Unfortunately, the teen refused to admit it.

"My client denies that he was ever molested," Trevor Langan said. This was actually to his own client's detriment, but the boy held too much shame.

"Even you don't believe that," Elliot frowned.

"It's not about what I believe," Trevor said. "My client doesn't want to testify." He didn't even want to talk to the ADA about getting a deal.

The detectives appealed to Alex but her hands were tied.

"I can't give him a deal if he denies he was ever a victim," McCoy would have her ass on a silver platter.

Both detectives argued until they were blue in the face, but Alex wouldn't budge.

"If he was molested all this time, someone must have suspected something. Find another way to prove it."

"Some help she is," Elliot growled.

"She's just doing her job," Olivia retorted. All they had for Alex was a hunch really; it wasn't enough.

Elliot frowned in confusion. Since when does side with the hall monitor?

Olivia's been acting strange lately, very strange indeed.

They found the defendant's girlfriend, but she didn't know enough to help them.

"I know he's a good guy. He wouldn't have killed his father without a good reason." She tried to visit him, but he wouldn't take any visitors. He was depressed.

"Do you know anyone he might have confided in?"

"Marcus Aldridge is his best friend. If anyone would know what happened, it would be him."

She gave the offices Marcus's home address.

When Marcus saw the detectives, he was reluctant to talk to them.

"Do I need a lawyer?"

For what?

Olivia couldn't say no, but saying yes would waste their time. "You're not under investigation."

Oops! "Oh, what do you want?"

They started asking him about his friend.

"We were close, but then … things got weird. We kind of stopped hanging out."

"What happened?"

Marcus explained how they had played basketball one afternoon and when he went to take a shower, his former friend's father tried to join him.

"I punched him in the face and left." Marcus shivered. "The weird part was, he just stood there, like it was normal for his father to just join him in the shower."

Hopefully, this would be enough to persuade Alex to offer the kid a deal.

Elliot was in the room with the defendant and his lawyer.

They thought he might be more willing to talk if there were only men in the room, but he still wouldn't admit that he was a victim.

"I don't get it," Alex muttered. They practically had a witness to his molestation; his father is dead. Why won't he talk now?

Olivia could see it in the kid's eyes. "He's scared."

"Of what? His father's dead."

"He must be scared of something … or someone."

Suddenly, it hit her. Olivia started rapping on the door.

Elliot knew the signal and came out.

"What is it?"

"I don't think his father was his only abuser. There's another one out there, and he's scared of him."

Elliot didn't doubt Olivia for a second.

He tried to get the boy to tell them, but he was stubborn.

"Nothing happened! Just put me in prison already." He just wanted this to be over.

"We can protect you from him. We just need to know who he is."

The boy scoffed. "You can't protect me. He's untouchable!"

Trevor frowned in confusion. Who's untouchable?

"No one's untouchable."

"It was bad enough when it was just my dad," the teen finally admitted, "but when his friend would come over, it was 100 times worse." At first he only came over once in a while, but then it was every month. "When we moved, I thought we'd never have to see him again." The boy laughed bitterly. "But then I realized, we moved across the street from him."

Now they had the guy.

"This guy was a real bastard," Elliot declared. He would go to foreign countries, get boys from the orphanage as if he wanted to adopt them, abuse them and then send them back before he went home. If they complained, they got killed.

Arresting the bastard at his board meeting was the highlight of Elliot's day.

He denied the allegations of course, but they had a feeling that several countries would want their hands on this scumbag. He'd do time … a lot of it.

The team went out for a beer to celebrate.

John invited Alex. "What would a celebration be without our newest member?"

Alex smiled. She found it funny that he'd flirt with her at work, mainly because Olivia got so jealous.

She turned to Olivia and smiled. "Why not?"

What a fucking tease! Olivia knew exactly what she was going to do when they got home. I think it's time we bring out that paddle!

They got to O'Malley's and the team grabbed their favorite table. Olivia liked this spot because it had ledges around it for them to put their stuff and it was a good position for people watching.

Munch liked that he was in view of the bartender's table and all it took was a wave to get them to bring you a pitcher of beer.

Elliot was next to Olivia. Fin was on Olivia's right side. Melinda was on Fin's right and then were Alex and John.

"What are we starting with?" The waitress asked as she came over. Her nametag said Patty.

Alex decided to start them off. "How about a pitcher of the Guinness?" Most any place would have Guinness on tap, and she didn't want a beer that tasted like water.

Our cheap asses usually just drink Miller, Olivia thought to herself.

"Perfect, anything else?"

"What's the greasiest thing you have on your menu?"

"Um … the loaded nachos or the wings."

"Can we get one of each?"

"Great. If you need anything else, just let me know."

Everyone else at the table was perplexed, albeit for different reasons.

Greasy food and Guinness … I'm in love, Munch thought to himself.

I thought skinny girl only ate salads, Fin thought to himself.

How does she eat like that and stay so skinny, Melinda wondered.

Can she eat nachos and wings without getting any on her suit? Olivia pondered.

I wonder if that look of disdain ever leaves her face Elliot thought to himself.

"So how do you like New York?" Dr. Warner asked their transplanted ADA.

"It's great. You can't beat the music scene here," she said, "or the shopping." Her credit card took a hit when she moved.

Elliot scoffed.

"Was this your first time in the Big Apple?"

She shook her head. "I used to stay here with my Uncle Bill every summer," her teenage years were rather tumultuous. Her mother sent her to uncle Bill for one summer to give the family a break and Alex liked it so much, she voluntarily sent herself each summer until she finished college.

The beer arrived. Fin started to pour for everyone.

Alex debated whether or not she should start drinking her beer now or wait for the food. She could feel her stomach rumbling. She had skipped lunch and really wanted those nachos. How long does it take to heat up nachos under a salamander?

When the food finally arrived, everyone was happy to eat. Alex closed her eyes and leaned back as she got a perfectly cheesy and greasy nacho to fall right into her mouth. She gently sucked the tips of her fingers, getting off any food remnants. The nachos had that perfect crunch, cheese, spice, guacamole and beef.

"Oh these are so good." Alex was on a mission; try and stop her!

Munch watched with amusement as Alex chomped through the chips. She managed to get each chip into her mouth while leaving her mouth pristine. "You're really good at putting things in your mouth aren't you?"

Olivia almost spit out her drink. You dirty bastard!

Alex had a twinkle in her eye. "Too bad you'll never find out."

The rest of the group started to laugh at him.

Alex winked at Olivia.

Yeah, you really are good at putting things in your mouth.

After the first pitcher, they switched to a domestic brand. Alex opted for a Tom Collins instead.

The waitress looked at her with confusion. "I don't know if the bartender can make that."

"Do you have gin?"

"Yes."

"Do you have soda water?"

"Yes."

"Do you have sugar and lemon juice?"

"Yes."

"Your bartender can make it."

"One Tom Collins, any other cocktails?"

They shook their heads.

"Coming right up."

"I think Patty's scared of us now," Munch commented. "And by us … I mean …"

Alex was unrepentant. "Our country has been making Tom Collins since 1876. If the bartender can't figure it out, he may as well go home now."

Olivia gave her a look.

Alex only smirked.

Three rounds later, and they were all feeling a good buzz … except for Alex; she was drunk.

At some point, she managed to switch places with Fin and ended up right next to Olivia. "You have very strong arms," she said as she gripped Olivia's bicep.

Olivia turned beet red. "I work out."

Munch knew better but everyone else was baffled.

"Maybe you could teach me a few things."

Olivia kept up the rouse. "We can go to the gym tomorrow."

"It's a date." Alex went back to sipping her drink.

It's not every day that a girl who looks like Alex is drunk in a place like O'Malleys. Many of the other cops took notice.

She started getting free beers, glasses of wine; someone sent her a slice of fudge cake, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Before she knew it, she had men swarming around her like bees.

"How about we get out of here and go to my place?" The first man was bold.

"I'll take you out to dinner." The second man tried to be classier.

"I'll take you out to a better dinner." The third man offered.

Alex had a cheerful laugh. "Sorry, but I'm already spoken for. I did love the cake though."

Bitterly, the men walked away in defeat.

"Are you really spoken for… or are you hoping for a man with bigger pockets?"

Olivia elbowed him. "Don't be rude."

"I am taken," Alex said, "and I find my own pockets are as deep as I need them to be." She took this moment to slip her hand in Olivia's pocket and cup her behind. "Nice deep pockets."

Olivia couldn't believe how red her face felt. Alex, you're killing me.

"Are you a sugar mama?" Munch questioned.

"Haha," Alex laughed. "I think it's equal partnership."

Soon, it was time for them all to get going.

"Take me home?" Alex asked Olivia flirtatiously.

The other guys hooted and hollered.

Olivia agreed. "I'm sure your partner will be happy to see you … drunk!"

"I'm more fun when I'm drunk … and I'm easier!"

Munch started guffawing.

Olivia shoved her in the cab and rattled off an address.

"Drunk Alex is a whole new person," Fin commented.

"She looked ready to take Olivia's pants off," Munch added.

"I thought Olivia had a boyfriend," Elliot commented. "I wouldn't be too happy if Alex was pawing all over my girlfriend."

"I would be," Munch and Fin at the same time.

Melinda bopped Fin's head.

"What?"

The cab ride was short but not short enough. Alex mauled Olivia's mouth the first chance she got. "Maybe we can get a quickie in before my partner sees us."

Olivia latched onto her neck. "I won't tell if you don't."

The cabbie got quite a show.

When Olivia went to pay him, he said, "this one's for free."

"Thank you good sir."

Alex grabbed Olivia's collar and they went into the apartment.

The women raced up the fourth floor walk up. Alex was too excited to remember that her thighs hated those stairs.

When they got to the apartment, Olivia pinned Alex to the wall. "You've been very naughty tonight."

"I have?" Alex winked.

"Flirting with other men right in front of me. Groping me when you didn't think anyone else was looking."

"But your behind is so nice and juicy," Alex reached for it again. "It's so firm, but it has just the right amount of jiggle!"

Olivia laughed before she picked up Alex and carried her to the couch.

"Fuck me," Alex hissed into her ear. Her voice reeked of sex.

Olivia reached under her wife's skirt and yanked down her panties. They were sopping wet. "A little excited are we?"

"Maybe," Alex started pawing at Olivia's shirt. "They're so nice and firm!"

Olivia hated it when guys would touch her breasts. They were always too rough, but Alex had such a gentle touch. It was quite enjoyable.

A soft thumb flicked a hardened nipple. "You want this too."

Lips crashed into each other for a bruising kiss; clothes got torn off each other as they moved frantically, too excited to move with any kind of finesse.

"OH FUCK!"

Olivia's leg brushed between Alex's legs, causing the blonde's hips to lurch forward.

The detective's strong hands grabbed onto her ADA's perfect behind and pulled her even closer. "You want it bad don't you?"

Alex was not above begging. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Her eyes darkened with desire. She pushed her shoulders back and her breasts forward.

Olivia sank her head down and sucked on a puffy nipple. A loud groan escaped Alex's lips.

Two fingers slipped into the blonde's wetness.

"OH FUCK!"

Olivia could feel Alex clamping down around her fingers. She found a perfect rhythm plunging in the spongy heat, managing to hit her wife's clitoris on each upstroke.

Long fingernails dug into Olivia's shoulders as Alex hung on for dear life. She was over-stimulated. Olivia could tell by the way she writhed. "Tell me what you need Baby."

"Hard and fast!"

The brunette added a third finger. Alex took it readily as she bucked her hips up and down. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OHHHHHH!"

The blonde shrieked loudly as she came all over her wife's hand. Olivia slowed down, but she didn't stop. She kept going until Alex was done with her aftershocks. Then, she gently withdrew her hand.

Alex fell asleep with a smile on her face. Her wife carried her to bed.