Thanksgiving
On days off, Elliot loves to sleep in. Unfortunately, sleeping in does not love him. His son, Richard, came to wake him up.
"Dickie, what do you want?"
Richard hated being called Dickie. He wasn't five anymore. "Mom wants you to 'move your crap out of the living room so she can clean.'" He had some boxes in there that were in her way.
Elliot glared.
"Those were her exact words."
"I'll be right down."
Whatever.
He thought that was all he had to do, but then Kathy wanted him to move furniture and take stuff into the garage and get stuff out of the garage. Don't we have four kids? Why can't they do more around the house?
Before he knew it, Elliot had to take a shower and get dressed. He was beginning to wish he had gone to Olivia's for Thanksgiving. Steak and no drama is starting to sound really good right now!
Maybe he'd be able to give her a call later. Hearing about good news would be something.
Olivia and Casey said they would make dessert this year. The only problem was neither of them ever make dessert.
"Why did we volunteer?" Olivia questioned.
"Because our lovely girlfriend cooks for us all the time, and we just stuff our faces."
Olivia frowned. "Oh yeah, but we don't know how to bake or anything."
"Yeah … can we just buy a pie and say we made it?"
Olivia laughed. "Knowing Alex, she'll be able to tell."
"I just don't want to give her and her father food poisoning."
Casey was still nervous about Alexander Cabot. He was very kind, but he was intimidating as fuck.
"I'm sure we can find an easy recipe." Olivia got online and looked for a recipe for apple pie.
She found one called easy apple pie. "This should do it."
Olivia checked to make sure they had everything.
While they were trying to make a pie, Alex was making sure that her apartment was father-proof.
She made sure that all of their toys were put away: the last thing she needed was for him to open a draw and see a cock in it.
She made sure the laundry was put away, carpets were vacuumed, every domestic chore that she needed to do and thought, I should have made dessert and told Liv and Casey to clean the apartment.
She called her girls and asked how the cooking was going.
"It's great," Olivia told her.
"What's that burning smell?" Casey questioned.
"Shit!"
Olivia went to check. They had overstuffed the pie and it bubbled over, burning sugar all over the oven.
"As it turns out, we suck at baking."
"How about I make dessert and you bring over something bubbly?"
Olivia pouted. "But we wanted to be more helpful."
"How about you come over and we make dinner together?"
"Deal."
An hour later, Olivia and Casey came over to see a sparkling apartment.
Olivia knew just what this place needed. "I'll be right back," she said before giving Alex a quick kiss.
The detective took off without saying where she was going or what she was doing. She was on a mission.
Alex pulled Casey into a kiss. The redhead responded eagerly and maneuvered them so they were on the couch, lips locked, hands in hair. Alex ended up on her back with Casey on top of her. They were just kissing for now, but it was so hot. Alex loved it when Casey took charge of her.
Olivia decided that Alex's apartment needed more life, so she went to get flowers. In the shop, there were these beautiful orchids: blue orchids, pink orchids, and fuchsia ones too.
The brunette got some of all three and brought a big bag of them back to the apartment. She used her key to open the door and when she got into the apartment, she saw Casey writhing on Alex.
"It didn't take you very long," Olivia teased before putting the flowers down.
Casey looked up and smirked. "Where did you run off to?"
"I thought this place could use some flowers so I bought some."
Alex was very happy with her purchase. "You're such a romantic."
Olivia kissed her cheek. "This apartment should be as beautiful as you are."
Alex would have loved to take them to bed, but they had to start preparing dinner.
"Cooking is all about timing," Alex said as she got her team together. "You don't want to leave people waiting, and you also don't want to finish one dish before everything else and end up serving either cold or dry food."
The first thing they did was trim the steaks and add flavor to them.
"If there's one thing my father doesn't like, it is bland food, so don't be afraid to be heavy handed with the spices."
Casey was afraid of the spices.
Olivia got out the spice grinder. "What are we putting on them?"
"Black pepper, cayenne pepper, coriander seeds, cilantro and salt."
Everything except cilantro went into the spice grinder. The cilantro was fresh and it went right on the parchment paper.
Once they got the steaks covered in spice and cilantro, they all went back into the fridge.
"Now we make the apple pies." Instead of making one large pie, Alex decided to make little pies to maximize the crust to pie ratio.
"Casey, I want you to wash the apples. Olivia I want you to peel them and core them, and I will slice them and add them to the spice mixture."
"Yes Sargent!" Casey barked.
Olivia laughed while Alex smacked Casey's bottom for insubordination.
Once the apples were cored and sliced, Alex added them to a mixture of brown sugar, lemon juice, cardamom, coriander, ground ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, and a pinch of salt.
The apples went into the fridge, and then they made the dough.
"Now we put some dough into the cups and bake the bottom for a few minutes." This was to prevent the inside from being soggy.
Once the crusts cooled, they would add the filling and the tops and then bake the pies. The recipe was enough for eight baby pies, two for each person. Four of them got a traditional crust and the others got a crumb crust.
"These pies smell so good," Casey wanted to eat all of them now.
"You have to wait," Alex kissed her nose. "But I bet we could find you something sweet to put in your mouth."
"Your dad will be here any minute!"
"I was going to say a chocolate you little slut."
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Alex opened it and it was her father. "Dad!"
"Alexandra, you look lovely as always," her father greeted her with a hug.
Casey's face was bright red. She looked like she had been caught with her top off making out in the back of the quarterback's truck.
"Olivia, Casey, it's wonderful to see you both."
Each woman got pulled into a fatherly hug. Casey always had to brace her ribs for these. He was so strong.
"Alexander, did you get taller?" Olivia knew he was tall, but he seemed bigger somehow.
He laughed. "At my age, I'm more likely to be shrinking."
They got the game on and some beers. Alex still didn't know any of the rules, but she could watch aside Casey when she wasn't prepping for dinner.
Olivia and Alexander, on the other hand, were much more into it: yelling at the screen, debating the merits of various players and strategies.
In the room, they had Patriots fans, a Giants fan, and an Eagles fan. None of their teams were playing which made this game amicable. Also, they all hated the Cowboys, which was something for them to bond over. Unfortunately, the Bucs sucked this year and they would win.
At Elliot's house, the family had Thanksgiving dinner earlier, eating at 4:30. They all crowded around the table and Elliot blessed the food before they ate.
Elliot started to carve the turkey when his brothers started bickering with him.
"You're doing it wrong. Cut the legs and then the wings."
"No, cut the wings and then …"
The brothers not only disagreed with Elliot, they disagreed with each other too.
He ignored them and continued to carve the bird; unaware that critique season was about to start.
"Those mashed potatoes look rather yellow. How much butter did you put in the pot?" Mrs. Stabler questioned Kathy.
"Half a stick like I do every year."
"Some of us are watching our figures."
"If you don't like them, don't eat them."
"No need to get testy dear."
Kathy rolled her eyes.
Richard went straight for the potatoes. "I love butter!"
Lizzie wondered, "Why aren't Olivia and Casey here this year?"
"They decided to do their own thing," Elliot told her.
"But neither of them can cook."
Elliot forgot about that. Olivia's cooking skills had been forged from the need to survive as a child. She could throw random ingredients together. Often what she had to work with came from a can, but when it came to planning and executing a meal, that was a different story. He wondered what they were eating.
His pondering didn't last long. Soon, he had to break up a fight between Dickie and Kathleen over the last roll.
"There are more coming," Kathy tried to tell them. Eventually, they ripped it in half, Kathleen seizing the bigger half.
When did Thanksgiving become such a battleground?
Alex presented the appetizer, Oyster Rockefeller, family style, serving it on a giant platter.
Casey felt like a princess every time she came over here. The food was always so extravagant compared. "What is Oyster Rockefeller?"
"It's a New Orleans dish that was invented when a restaurant was short on escargot. You take the oysters, shuck them, pour a herb butter sauce on top and then add bread crumbs before baking them."
Olivia took a bite. "Oh this is delicious."
"Oysters are oft reported to be an aphrodisiac," Alexander commented.
"Really Dad?"
Olivia laughed.
"Try not to break the bed tonight."
Alex made a face.
Next came the classic steak frites. Each plate had a rib eye steak cooked medium rare with a truffle compound butter on top, a side of fries with parsley and parmesan on top, and a cilantro aioli for the fries.
"You've outdone yourself," Alexander told his daughter after he took a bite of his steak. It was delicious, perfectly cooked and rested for just the right amount of time.
"I always feel like a princess when I eat here." Casey commented. It was only when Olivia started laughing that she realized, "did I say that out loud?"
"I felt like a stray teenager from Oliver Trist when I first came here," Olivia added to try and lighten the mood. "Everything was so pretty and perfect, and I was just this overtired detective who couldn't afford to rent the coat closet."
"I'd give you a good deal," Alex teased her. "Only $600 a month for you to live in my coat closet."
Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Do you each keep a separate apartment?" Alexander questioned.
Alex nodded.
"It must be confusing. How do you know who is where?"
"Cell phones," Alex told him.
"It just sounds like a waste of rent money."
Olivia did get a letter asking if she wanted to renew her lease. Bastard was jacking up her rent, not that he fixed any of the issues in the apartment.
"We're not corporations, Dad. Not everything comes down to economic efficiency." Alex didn't want to rush Olivia. Last time, she had been nervous about moving in with her.
"I know, but there are other efficiencies too. How much time do you all spend going back and forth across town getting to each apartment? How much space is wasted because you all have stuff in every apartment and not just this one? I've only been here a couple of hours and I can see all inseparable you are. What are you waiting for?"
Casey definitely saw where Alex got her litigator instincts. "That was a tough cross."
"Maybe we should revisit cohabitation tomorrow," Olivia suggested.
"Or co-location. Maybe we could write an MOU together," Alex teased.
Casey snickered
Alexander rolled his eyes. "Very cute."
"I know I am."
Alex served the pies with cardamom vanilla ice cream on the side. She and her father both smashed up their pies and mixed them in with the ice cream.
"This is just heavenly. There's so much crust."
Olivia and Casey gave each other a knowing look. Seeing the two Alex Cabots side by side was adorable. The brunette insisted on getting a picture of them. Neither one looked up from the dessert, yet the image was perfect.
"How are you two so photogenic?"
Alex looked up and had ice cream on her mouth. So did her father, time for another picture.
"You're going to have the prettiest children," Casey told her. If they inherit the Cabot genes, they will probably be able to take over the world.
Before Alex didn't want kids. She didn't think she'd be able to pursue her political goals and be a good mother. Now, politics was likely impossible, but Alex could have something much better. She would love a house of little Caseys and Olivias and maybe even a baby Alex or two.
"One day, we'll have a house full of kids."
"And I'll spoil every one," Alexander insisted.
Olivia grinned, when did life get so perfect?
Elliot was sleeping on the couch. He knew he should have gone back to the hotel with his parents, but he didn't want to admit that he and Kathy were in trouble.
They loved each other, but they were both so tired between working and raising four children. To make matters worse, pride was getting in the way. Elliot thought he had it worse off chasing pedophiles and consoling victims all day. He thought he should get a break when he got home.
Kathy felt like she had to bear more: the cooking, the cleaning, and the child-raising. She got everyone else's frustration. Who was supposed to get hers in the end? Right now, Elliot's back was receiving it, since he was sleeping on the couch.
He wondered how if Casey ever made Olivia sleep on the couch. Maybe it was only a husband thing.
He'd have to ask tomorrow.
Instead of being relegated to the couch, Olivia was in bed, and she was wide-awake. After Alexander headed back to his hotel, his three girls had a conversation about what they wanted for their future.
"Where do you see us in five years?" Casey asked as Olivia and Alex were canoodling on the couch.
Alex closed her eyes and thought about it. She could see them all in a big house, probably not Manhattan, but maybe Brooklyn by Prospect Park. They would have a fenced in yard, so they could get a dog. It would be nice to have a toddler Olivia and a baby Casey waddling around.
They could have one bedroom for the three of them, another bedroom with a desk in case one of them needs to work late and doesn't want to keep the others awake, a living room downstairs with a big tv, so Olivia and Casey can watch sports and yell at the screen.
"Are you sleeping?" Casey questioned.
"No, I was envisioning."
"Tell us, I want to know the Alex Cabot vision for the future," Olivia teased before kissing her forehead.
"We live in a house, a big house, with lots of bedrooms and bathrooms. With three women, we can't possibly share one bathroom and ever get to work on time, especially given what Casey likes to do in the shower."
"What I like? You're the one who likes to get down on her knees and …"
"Anyway," Alex interrupted, "we will have a fenced in yard, a dog that is playful and will protect our children from hooligans, a big tv so Olivia can yell at the screen while you all watch sports. We'll have a big kitchen and I'll make lots of snacks for you to eat during game time."
"How many kids do you think we'll have?"
"At least three," Alex told her. "It would be nice if we each had one, and I'll always be happy with more." She had a great childhood with her and Warren, but it would have been nice to have more siblings.
Olivia loved the idea of children, but "I'm not getting any younger."
"You're in great health, but maybe we should think about freezing some of your eggs, so we'll have them just in case. I'd be happy to carry your baby."
Olivia was nervous about passing on her genes. "You'd want to …"
Alex kissed her hand. "You are a wonderful woman and your children will be beautiful, kindhearted, and strong, just like you. I can just picture it now. We'd have brunette cuties, redheaded cuties, and maybe a blonde or two. I can't picture a more charming family."
"I like your future," Casey told her. She hadn't been sure if she'd ever have children, mainly because after Charlie, she had trouble trusting people. She hadn't been in a serious relationship after him until she started dating Liv. "It's more than I ever thought possible."
Alex pulled Casey on top of her for group hug, which turned into a group kiss, which led to them all being naked and in bed.
Alex had a hungry look in her eyes. Olivia put on a strap-on and got ready to fuck her silly.
"You want it, don't you, you little slut."
Alex got on all fours and began to suck. As she moved her mouth back and forth, the base of the cock started driving into Olivia's clit, causing her to moan pleasurably.
Olivia couldn't get over how sexy Alex looked with a big cock in her mouth. She could hear the Bureau Chief moaning as she moved her mouth up and down. Once she looked past Alex's movements, she saw Casey finger fucking the blonde. The redhead was making sure that Alex was wet enough. Once the blonde was sopping, Casey shoved her purple cock right into her.
God she's tight.
Alex clamped down on the phallus, causing her to fuck Casey with the smaller end as they moved back and forth. Alex moved her hips back and forth, fucking herself with the cock. She was hungry for it and it showed.
Moans and grunts filled the room as Casey and Olivia fucked Alex in tandem. The blonde was about to come when Olivia pulled her off of Casey and plunged into her.
"Ride me!"
Alex started to bounce up and down, desperate to bring herself over the edge. It was only a couple of minutes before she and Olivia both came.
Casey presented her cock to Alex who sucked it clean. She used her mouth and hand to bring the redhead over the edge and then all three of them collapsed in post-coital bliss.
"Why don't we live together again?" Casey wondered as Alex and Olivia both kissed and nipped at her flesh.
"My lease expires at the end of December," Olivia pointed out. "Asshole wants to raise my rent."
"But the roof is about to cave in," Alex pointed out.
"Apparently, I have to pay more so he can afford to fix it."
"When's your lease up Casey?"
"March 31st."
"Well, Olivia could move in with you until your lease is expired, and then you both could move in with me." This made sense if they wanted to keep quiet about their relationship for a few more months. Olivia could save the money she would have spent on rent for future expenses. "Or you could both move in here at the end of December, and we could try to sublet Casey's apartment."
"Why wouldn't we just move once in December?" Olivia would have to move twice with the first option.
"Will you be ready to tell everyone about us?"
"Who all would we have to tell?"
"The guys, Cragen. I think they'd be suspicious if you both moved in with me."
Casey had an idea. "We could just say that we're moving in with you to save on rent because we want to buy a house." It wouldn't be a lie. Alex does own her apartment, and they do want to buy a house.
"I don't want to be a freeloader," Olivia declared.
"You wouldn't be. We'd take the money that we would use to pay rent and put it in a savings account for all of us." Just one year of living together could save them 30 grand.
"It would be nice to have my ladies all the time," Alex moved into the middle. She was a snuggle whore.
"Can't argue with that," Olivia kissed her neck.
They had time to figure out the logistics. Right now, it was time to go to bed.