Casey woke up to find Olivia wrapped around her and Alex on top of her. What a wonderful world!

Unfortunately, her alarm was telling her she had to get to work, and she knew Alex had to get home and change.

"Baby, you have to wake up."

"But I'm so cozy."

"Work."

Alex growled, but then she rolled over, allowing Casey to get up and go to the shower. She had never been so sticky before. The sheets and the three ladies were covered in cum. "Dear god, I feel like I moved into a whore house."

"You kind of did," Alex laughed.

Casey took her shower first, surveying the damage to her body. She had a healthy set of bite marks on her breast and on her ass, both courtesy of Alex. She also had some fingertip bruises from where Olivia held her while they fucked.

When Casey got out of the shower, she smelled sugar. She went into the kitchen to see Alex making breakfast.

"What is that?"

"French toast." Alex had taken a loaf of brioche to turn into a log of French toast, making breakfast for all three of them at once.

"It will finish in the oven, so it will be done once I get out of the shower."

Casey was glad to leave the cooking to Alex and got dressed.

Twenty minutes later, Alex was making three plates of French toast and bacon. Casey gently woke up Olivia.

"Babe, we have breakfast."

"Yum." Olivia had never slept so thoroughly before. "Can you bring it here?"

Casey brought a tray to bed. "We have to work today." Olivia had the day off.

"How about I take my two girls to lunch?"

Casey kissed her. "Sounds perfect."

Olivia took a bite. "This is amazing."

"I would take credit, but Alex made it."

No matter how many times the detective ate Alex's cooking, she was always pleasantly surprised. Maybe it's because the girl once managed to set her kitchen on fire boiling water.

The Bureau Chief came to work in an excellent mood. How could she not after having fantastic sex, a great night's sleep, and a delicious breakfast? Unfortunately, her good mood did not last for long.

Brian showed up to court hungover. His second chair smelled booze on him and had to ask the court for a continuance. Petrovsky was not amused and she called McCoy to tell him so.

Alex got blind sighted when she got to her office.

"McCoy wants you in his office 10 minutes ago," her secretary said. Her eyes let Alex know this was bad.

"If anyone asks for me, tell them it will have to wait until I return."

She quickly made her way to the office, trying to figure out what went wrong. Jim got his conviction, even if the defense counsel did play up his affair with Rachel. Should she have said something? What?

When Alex saw McCoy's secretary, she knocked on his door.

Alex was quickly ushered inside and could see the rage on his face.

"Do you know why you're here?"

This was a trick question. If she says yes, he'll want to know why she didn't fix it and if she says no, he'll accuse her of not knowing what's going on in her office.

"I'm not sure."

He stared at her. "Are you aware that we had to get a continence in the Adams case?"

"I am," she said slowly. "I was told that Brian got a stomach bug and couldn't stop puking. We didn't have anyone who could cover for him on such short notice."

"Well I don't know who told you he had a stomach bug, but I got a call from Donnelly saying he showed up hungover, and he reeked of booze!"

Alex cringed. Jim fucking Steele, she knew that this had something to do with him.

"It won't happen again."

"Bet your ass it won't. I don't care what you have to do, get them in line, yesterday!"

Alex headed out with her tail between her legs.

The first person on her list of people to deal was Finn. She had been Brian's second chair.

"Please send Christina into my office as soon as possible."

"Yes Boss."

The young ADA was nervous. "Am I in trouble boss?"

"Not yet," Alex said honestly, but it was not very encouraging. "I need you to be honest with me. Why couldn't Brian open the trial yesterday?"'

Christina planned to lie, but once she opened her mouth she could feel Alex's gaze eating her alive. "He was disoriented, and he smelled like alcohol. I didn't think he could perform, so I asked for the continuance."

"And whose idea was it to say he had a stomach bug?"

"Umm …" she did not want to say.

"Would it be fair to say that it was not your idea?"

"Yes," she squeaked.

"You may go back to your desk, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this conversation to anyone."

"Yes Boss!"

Christina ran for her life.

Brian was the next fish to fry.

"Good morning boss."

"Take a seat Brian."

He sat down. "I'm sorry I couldn't open the trial yesterday I …"

"Drank too much the night before and woke up confused."

"I um …"

"I already got a report from Donnelly. You're lucky she didn't declare a mistrial."

"I know, it won't happen again."

"You're right it won't. You need help, professional help."

He did not like the sound of that "It was one time and …"

"One time my foot. You do not get drunk the night before a trial if you're going to work for me, and this isn't your first blunder. You've missed work multiple times without sufficient excuse or prior warning and it's clear to me that your problem is neither new nor a one time lapse in judgment.

You have a choice. You can use your sick leave and seek professional help or I can recommend you for termination. I will not have you jeopardizing the integrity of this office."

Brian gulped, so much for understanding. "Yes, Boss."

"You are dismissed, and I will be reassigning this case." Alex would try it herself if she had to.

Right away Brian went to Jim to ask for help.

"What did she say exactly?"

"She told me I had to go to rehab or I'm fired."

Before Jim could offer any advice, he got a phone call telling him to report to Cabot.

"Well, I'll see what I can do."

He slapped Brian's shoulder and went to meet his own fate.

"Please take a seat Jim."

Good morning to you too! He sat down.

She got straight to the point. "Did you know that Brian has a substance abuse problem?"

"I wouldn't say problem but …"

"I don't care what words you would use to sugar coat it. Did you know that he drinks excessively and sometimes misses work because of it?"

"Yes, I knew that happened once."

"Did you know that he arrived to court yesterday too hung over to open his trial?"

"I did."

"Before or after you cooked up the idea to say he had a stomach bug."

"He said his stomach hurt, so I …"

"Don't even try it. Let me make one thing clear. You work for me at my discretion. It is your job to supervise the staff, which means you have to address their problems, not sweep them under the rug or make up excuses for them. If you try to mislead me on my staff's problems or shortcomings again, I will find a new Deputy and I will recommend that McCoy terminate you. Do you understand?"

"That's not …"

"This is not up for debate. Do you understand?"

He glared at her. "Crystal clear."

"You are dismissed."

"You really think they'll listen to you," he muttered under his breath as he left.

Alex didn't respond, but he had a point. This team had been working together for some time and she was the outsider. She knew replacing Jim would not be a popular decision, but he wasn't trustworthy.

When Olivia came to get Casey for lunch, she greeted her with a kiss. "Are you ready for lunch?"

"I need a few more minutes. Why don't you get Lex? I'll be ready by the time you two come back."

Olivia nodded and she went down the hall to Homicide. When she got there, she saw a man pacing back and forth.

"Are you alright?"

It was Brian and he was on edge. "I'm fine," he squeaked.

Ignoring him for a moment, she went and knocked on Alex's door.

"It's open," a voice called out.

Detective Benson opened it to see Alex at her desk. The Chief's face was cold, but her eyes warmed up as soon as she saw, "Hello Liv."

"Ready to go to lunch."

"Absolutely."

Olivia gave her a kiss. "What has you on edge, Baby?"

How did she do that? "I have an ADA who needs to go to rehab. He couldn't open his trial yesterday because he was hungover."

"Is that the guy pacing up and down the hallway like a weirdo?"

"Probably. To make it even better, two other ADAs lied and told me he had the stomach flu, so I was unprepared when McCoy chewed me out this morning."

Olivia frowned. "Tell me you chewed them out."

"I chewed out one of them. The other was following orders since he outranks her. I don't like being the boss. I don't like feeling like my team is trying to get over on me."

Olivia rubbed her shoulders. "Some people will always do whatever they can get away with. You can't let them defeat you. You're good at what you do. It's why they hired you."

Alex nodded softly before burrowing against Olivia's neck. She got a wonderful Benson hug before they went to get Casey.

"I'll be back in an hour," Alex told her secretary.

Lunch with her ladies was just what the doctor ordered. They went to a cute little bistro owned by a couple that had emigrated from France about 15 years ago.

Alex knew exactly what she wanted. "The moule frites and a cappuccino please." Alex really wanted some wine but she would not go there.

"Of course."

Casey started to talk about her day so far. Olivia was trying to pay attention, but Alex kept rubbing her toes against her inner thigh.

The detective started to cough.

"Cat got your tongue Liv?"

Olivia glared, but Alex only laughed in response.

The brunette did get her revenge, however. Before Alex and Casey headed back to the office, she grabbed Alex and hissed in her ear, "that was nothing. I'm going to tease you so badly that you scream for it."

Alex turned red with excitement. There was nothing better than getting fucked after a good teasing.