Fievel's Cousin
Summary: Olivia goes to get a search warrant
About: This is my first story. Any and all feedback is wanted. It's a short, light-hearted, random story. I have no idea how much crossover there is between here and the yahoo O/A group, but it's the same story as was posted there.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of NBC and Dick Wolf. I'm using them for fun.
Rating: G
“Alex?”
“Shhh…”
Olivia Benson heard the whispered phantom answer as she looked around the room without being able to locate Alex.
*Oh, over there* she thought, puzzled, as she saw her crouched by the filing cabinet.
“Alex?”
“SHHH….”
Obviously the importance of the search warrant she came for was second fiddle to whatever was going on by the filing cabinet. Olivia slowly and quietly made her way over to the lawyer who, she discovered, was holding a frying pan and kept whispering “shhh…” to the creak of Olivia’s footsteps while emphatically indicating with her free hand that Olivia was to approach her on her left.
Olivia carefully lay down on the floor next to the lawyer but with a bit of space to separate her from the frying pan. She was more than a little amused by the odd situation, and secretly wondered if her colleague had gone crazy.
“Alex?”
“It’s right there…”
Olivia’s gaze wandered to the crack between the cabinet and the wall. “Ahh…” she whispered, mystery solved, as tiny whiskers and a sniffing nose peeked from the gap. Her eyes wandered further to discover a piece of cheese and some peanut butter on the floor.
“Alex,” she wanted to be tactful as she stated the obvious, “why don’t you call the exterminator?”
“I saw An American Tail this weekend with my nephew and I can’t do that to Fievel or any possible relative,” came the no-nonsense reply.
Olivia pulled back and looked at her quizzically, earlier ideas of insanity beginning to reassert themselves. “That was a cartoon, Alex,” she whispered, “and if you don’t want to kill the mouse then why do you have a frying pan?”
“Catch and release,” she answered as the mouse bolted for the cheese and the frying pan came down face forward. The creature was trapped and Alex took a jar which she had obviously anticipated using and quickly lifted the pan to transfer ‘Fievel’s cousin,’ as she was now discreetly referring to the animal, to its new and temporary home. Screwing the jar top with air holes onto the jar she then put the mouse on her desk, brushed off her pants, and looked up at Olivia. “The warrant is… right here detective,” she said as she reached across her desk for the blue papers.
Olivia took the warrant being handed to her, while looking faintly incredulously at Alex. “Thanks. We’ll let you know what we find.”
“I’ll expect your call. Oh, and Olivia,” the detective turned as Alex picked up the jar and advanced towards her, “would you mind finding an suitable alley?”
Olivia smiled slightly as she took the jar, “OK.”
About: This is my first story. Any and all feedback is wanted. It's a short, light-hearted, random story. I have no idea how much crossover there is between here and the yahoo O/A group, but it's the same story as was posted there.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of NBC and Dick Wolf. I'm using them for fun.
Rating: G
“Alex?”
“Shhh…”
Olivia Benson heard the whispered phantom answer as she looked around the room without being able to locate Alex.
*Oh, over there* she thought, puzzled, as she saw her crouched by the filing cabinet.
“Alex?”
“SHHH….”
Obviously the importance of the search warrant she came for was second fiddle to whatever was going on by the filing cabinet. Olivia slowly and quietly made her way over to the lawyer who, she discovered, was holding a frying pan and kept whispering “shhh…” to the creak of Olivia’s footsteps while emphatically indicating with her free hand that Olivia was to approach her on her left.
Olivia carefully lay down on the floor next to the lawyer but with a bit of space to separate her from the frying pan. She was more than a little amused by the odd situation, and secretly wondered if her colleague had gone crazy.
“Alex?”
“It’s right there…”
Olivia’s gaze wandered to the crack between the cabinet and the wall. “Ahh…” she whispered, mystery solved, as tiny whiskers and a sniffing nose peeked from the gap. Her eyes wandered further to discover a piece of cheese and some peanut butter on the floor.
“Alex,” she wanted to be tactful as she stated the obvious, “why don’t you call the exterminator?”
“I saw An American Tail this weekend with my nephew and I can’t do that to Fievel or any possible relative,” came the no-nonsense reply.
Olivia pulled back and looked at her quizzically, earlier ideas of insanity beginning to reassert themselves. “That was a cartoon, Alex,” she whispered, “and if you don’t want to kill the mouse then why do you have a frying pan?”
“Catch and release,” she answered as the mouse bolted for the cheese and the frying pan came down face forward. The creature was trapped and Alex took a jar which she had obviously anticipated using and quickly lifted the pan to transfer ‘Fievel’s cousin,’ as she was now discreetly referring to the animal, to its new and temporary home. Screwing the jar top with air holes onto the jar she then put the mouse on her desk, brushed off her pants, and looked up at Olivia. “The warrant is… right here detective,” she said as she reached across her desk for the blue papers.
Olivia took the warrant being handed to her, while looking faintly incredulously at Alex. “Thanks. We’ll let you know what we find.”
“I’ll expect your call. Oh, and Olivia,” the detective turned as Alex picked up the jar and advanced towards her, “would you mind finding an suitable alley?”
Olivia smiled slightly as she took the jar, “OK.”