The girls had planned on clubbing this weekend, but they decided to stay in. It was unclear when they would see Tim and Sarah again.
Casey decided they should build a giant pillow fort and then watch a movie.
"How do you have so many pillows?" Tim questioned as Casey kept grabbing more.
"Alex will only sleep on the cold side. She has like four in bed with her every night."
"The cold side is so much better."
Sarah hadn't done this since she was a child. It was nice, to feel like she was apart of a family again.
"There's no such thing as a pillow fort without bourbon," Abbie brought in the bottle.
They finished the bottle and then fell asleep in the fort. Abbie was snoring. Alex hit her in the face with a pillow.
"Bitch!"
"Be quiet," Alex retorted. Olivia wrapped her arms around Alex, as if to prevent her from striking Abbie again.
The blonde leaned back and closed her eyes.
Abbie curled up next to Serena and went back to sleep.
Sunday was a busy day for the group. Abbie and Serena had to get back to their hotel, check out, and return to DC.
Alex wanted to get Tim and Sarah ready for the islands. They did not have very much in terms of appropriate clothing, having grabbed whatever they could get from their apartment before they fled.
"I think it's time to go speed shopping."
Olivia had gone shopping with Alex before (unfortunately) and it was anything but speedy. "Are you sure you can speed shop?"
Alex raised a brow. "Is that a challenge?"
Olivia thought carefully. "Yes. I don't think you could get both of them a week's worth of clothes and get back here in by noon." It was 10AM
They made a bet.
Alex took out her tape measure and measured Tim and Sarah. "It will be faster if I go without you."
Alex wrote down her numbers and headed out.
"That was a risky move," Casey told Olivia.
"No it wasn't. The stores don't open until 11AM." Alex only had one hour, not two.
Casey snickered. "She's going to be mad when she realizes that."
Alex knew that the stores didn't open until 11. She also knew, however, that if you used the personal shopping service, you could call them at 10, they would start pulling items for you, and when you got to the store at 11, they would have a rack of clothes from which you can select your purchases.
"Hello, Donna, it's Alex!"
"Alex, what can I do you for?"
"I have two friends who are going on a last minute vacation, and they don't have summer-appropriate weather. Would you be able to pull some options for me this morning?"
"Of course, what do they need?"
Once Alex finished her conversation with Donna, she went to get breakfast, enjoying a bowl of yogurt, fresh fruit, and granola along with a side of toast.
She had eaten plenty of junk food this weekend, and it was time to get back on track. She had a trial coming up, and she couldn't afford to look bloated or pudgy in her suits, especially with all of the media attention she was getting.
At 11AM, Alex strolled into the mall, reaching Donna's office.
"Alex!"
"Donna!"
The two women hugged. Donna had been selecting clothes for Alex since 1999.
The personal shopper had gotten them swimsuits, sandals, sunglasses, a hat or two, shorts, tank tops, t-shirts, and two formal outfits. For Sarah, Donna had picked four simple sundresses for her, one yellow, one rainbow colored, one blue, and one red.
"I wasn't sure if they would need undergarments."
Alex wasn't sure how much they had packed. "How about we get three pairs for each of them just in case?"
Alex looked over the clothes. They were colorful, climate appropriate, and they had nice style without looking too expensive. She didn't want them to stand out in the crowd.
"Add some sunscreen and couple of beach towels and we're good to go."
At 11:55, Alex opened the door to the apartment, sporting a huge grin. "Olivia, you lost the bet."
The detective had been reading the paper. "How the hell did you pick out so many clothes and buy them in less than an hour?"
Alex laughed. "I called a personal shopper."
Olivia groaned. "That's cheating!"
"You said to get the clothes, not that I had to pick them out."
Olivia shook her fist. "I should have known."
"I look forward to enforcing it," Alex grinned.
"You little brat."
Alex kissed her. "Come on, this will be fun for all of us!"
Olivia rolled her eyes.
At 2PM, Alex had a car drive Tim and Sarah to JFK.
"Your driver will bring you to the private jet section. All you have to do is walk up to the doors, and you'll be directed to the plane."
This was real. Tim and Sarah were going on the run.
"I feel like my life has become a Pierce Brosnan movie."
Casey hugged her brother. "You are no Pierce Brosnan."
"Thanks Casey!"
Sarah started to cry.
Olivia tried to comfort her. "What's wrong?"
"All of this is because of me. Tim had to leave his job, his family. Maybe I should just …"
"Don't you dare suggest you go back home and marry that scoundrel," Alex snapped.
"He's my brother and I'll be mad if you marry him," Casey told her. "You don't deserve to be exploited because our fathers are greedy. Just relax, and let us figure out how to best handle them."
Tim told her, "I was looking to find a new job anyway. This won't be forever. Before you know it, we'll come back and be able to move on."
They got in the car and were off.
"I know they just got here, but it's going to be different without them," Olivia told Alex.
"I know." Alex grinned. "Now get naked!"
The bet was that the loser had to be naked in the apartment for a week, and had to bring her lovers food or drink upon request.
Olivia shook her head and started to disrobe.
Casey and Alex whistled at her.
Once Olivia was naked, Casey told her to get the whipped cream and chocolate sauce.
"I think it's time for an Olivia sundae."
The detective smiled as she returned with the goods; maybe this will be a fun bet after all.
Alex went to get some towels, so they wouldn't make a mess. She laid them on the coffee table and motioned for Olivia to lie down.
It was not the most comfortable surface, but Olivia forgot all about the table once Casey started to spray whipped cream on her chest.
"Olivia would make a lovely sushi model," Alex commented, her perfect breasts that somehow defy gravity, taut stomach, and shapely legs. It would be quite a treat to cover her in sushi.
"One meal at a time," Casey laughed. They would be having lots of fun with her.
Whipped cream covered Olivia's chest, abs and her thighs, going down to her knees.
Alex slowly poured the chocolate syrup on top, letting it flow down the whipped cream.
It was hard not to fidget. Olivia had two gorgeous women eyeing her but not touching her. She started to pout.
"I love it when she pouts," Casey told Alex.
"She gets so mad when we don't pay attention to her."
"I hate you both."
Eventually, the two ADAs took pity on her. Casey started nibbling on Olivia's ear.
Alex started kissing her jaw.
Olivia moaned and arched her back for more contact.
Alex and Casey nuzzled her neck, covering it and kisses and bites. They shared a chocolate covered kiss before assailing Olivia's breasts.
Casey went right for a chocolate covered nipple, sucking into her mouth and lavishing it with her tongue.
Alex started teasing the area around Olivia's right nipple instead. She knew that it was the most sensitive spot for the brunette.
"Oh fuck," Olivia moaned.
They made sure to lick every inch of sugar off the sticky detective, slowly making their way down Olivia's firm stomach, lovely hips, and strong legs.
By the time they were done, the brunette was on fire. Her sex was sopping wet and she was about to explode.
Alex started to lick her outer lips, slowly coating her tongue in her lover's sweet wetness. Casey started to tease Olivia, running her fingertips around the detective's opening.
Frustrated, Olivia shifted her hips, trying to guide Casey's fingers inside.
"Oh, do you want more?" the redhead teased.
Olivia pouted.
Alex started to drag her tongue around Olivia's clitoris. Casey thrust two fingers inside of her, and the two lawyers moved in tandem.
"OH! OH! OH! FUCK!" the brunette shrieked as she went over the edge.
This is going to be a good week indeed.
Monday
Sticky had no luck finding Detective Benson. Jamie didn't have her cell phone number for Stuckey to track. The resourceful man, tried using his contacts with AT&T and Verizon, but there was no plan in her name, which meant she either had a different cell phone carrier or she was on a shared plan in someone else's (Alex's) name.
He realized the easiest thing to do would be to wait outside of the precinct all day and hope he could follow her home.
Damn this was boring.
Olivia, as it turns out, had a much more interesting Monday.
Elliot looked at his partner and said, "You have chocolate on your neck."
"Still!" She took out a mirror and wiped it off.
He laughed. "I take it you had an exciting weekend."
She sighed. "That's not even the half of it. How was your weekend?"
Kathy let him spend the weekend at the house. "Great, but I think yours was more exciting."
"I'm sure it was, but I'm not going to tell you about it."
"Tell him about what?" Munch questioned.
"Why she was covered in chocolate sauce."
"Oh really?"
Olivia flipped them off.
Fin laughed. "It's only Monday morning and we're at it already. What's going on?"
"Apparently Olivia spent the weekend covered in chocolate sauce," Munch told him.
"It was just yesterday," Olivia told them, "and maybe this morning," she said under her breath.
"Clearly, Casa Cabot is the place to be!" Munch teased.
"And you'll never find out why," Olivia retorted.
"Aw!"
Once they were done teasing their favorite detective, it was time to work.
Alex and Kessler faced off in court yet again. Now, it was time for jury selection.
Jury duty was the bane of many people's existence. It took them away from work or school. It paid dirt and it could be really boring. That being said, everyone has a right to a jury of his or her peers, which means someone has to answer the call.
Statistically speaking, certain types of people were more likely to acquit, younger people, black people, and women to name a few. Other people, older people, white people, men are more likely to convict.
This put both prosecutors and defense attorneys in a bind. Each wanted the jury that was most likely to side with his or her position, but it was illegal to reject jurors based on race or gender.
This meant that Alex used most her preemptory challenges to exclude people based on age; this characteristic was not protected and it was easy to get an older jury. Many senior citizens are unemployed and are more available for jury duty than younger people.
"Your honor, I would like to dismiss prospective jurors 2, 11, and 17."
Petrovsky dismissed them.
Both Alex and Kessler got a set number of peremptory challenges, potential jurors they could dismiss without cause. Once those were exhausted, they needed cause to dismiss any remaining potential jurors.
Kessler responded. "I would like to note that three of the five jurors ADA Cabot has dismissed were minorities."
Alex retorted. "Then I would like to note that every juror Kessler dismissed were white males who were over the age of 40."
Petrovsky cut them both off. "I will not have this trial turn into a retrial of Batson. I trust you both to know that dismissing jurors based on race or gender is prohibited."
Alex internally rolled her eyes. Kessler was such an asshat.
Casey stopped by the precinct to get Olivia on her way home. The detective had been working on her DD5s when she felt a soft kiss on the back of her neck.
"Hello lovely."
"Are you almost ready to go?"
"We can go now, but a certain ADA might be mad that I didn't finish my DD5s today."
"I think she'll give you a reprieve." Casey wanted Olivia in their apartment, naked.
Olivia slipped an arm around Casey and they headed outside to catch a cab. Little did they know, Sticky caught a cab to follow them.
He was surprised to see that they were going to the Upper East Side and he was not amused when he owed the cabbie $25 for the fare.
Now that he knew what building they lived in, he could continue with the next phase of his plan.
When Olivia and Casey got upstairs, the smell of braised short ribs welcomed them.
Alex had started dinner after she got out of court. For her cooking was a stress reliever. Olivia and Casey were game for eating anything she made them.
"How was court?" Casey asked as she started to put her stuff away.
Olivia started taking off her clothes.
"Kessler was an ass," like always. Alex whistled when she saw Olivia in the buff. "Have I mentioned that I love this bet?"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Well I am rather good looking."
Alex pulled Olivia in for a kiss. "Aren't we lucky, Casey?"
The redhead pinched her brunette lover's behind. "Very much so."
Along with the short ribs, they had buttery mashed potatoes with chives and sautéed mushrooms and onions.
Olivia made the plates like a good little server.
They all sat down to eat. Alex had a habit of not eating when she was in court. She found that being hungry helped her concentrate more, and it made her more aggressive.
Olivia had worked through lunch, and Casey was always hungry.
"How did you come up with the terms of this bet?" Casey questioned as they ate
"I bet Alex that she couldn't get the shopping done in two hours. She said what do I get if I win. I said I'd serve all of the food and drinks for a week if she won, but she'd have to serve if I won, and she added the naked term."
Alex laughed. "I am a true genius."
"So I won no matter who won," Casey grinned.
"I think we're all winners regardless. That's what makes it a brilliant bet."
After dinner, the three women decided to watch a movie. After a spirited debate as to which was the best Angelina Jolie movie, they settled on Tomb Raider.
"The first one right?" Olivia questioned.
"There was one after the first one," Alex questioned.
"No," Casey decided to spare her the horrors of the sequel.
Olivia made a bag of popcorn for them, and they all curled up under a blanket.
Alex's fingertips gently teased Olivia's abs. "I can't wait until we have a little Benson." They decided to see a fertility specialist as soon as they got back from their vacation in Hawaii. Soon, they'd be deciding on how to expand their family.