The Apartment
Title: The Apartment
Rating: R, to be safe
Chapter: 5/?
Disclaimer: No offence to you guys, but if I owned them, would I honestly be online? Of course not!
A/N: Yes, I know it’s been forever since I updated, and that this is a short update. But I had finals, and then got sick. Blah. Still sick. And now I have a piano exam thingy. Double blah. Written from different points of view. Timeline is somewhere in the fourth season. NEW CHAPTERS OF AWU ARE AWESOME!!!! ßI am blatantly advertising, and I’m not even getting paid. ;) I need more interesting ideas for POVs and what they might be thinking. *edit* I forgot to sa that there will probably only be two or three more vignettes, so I need items that give a lot of insight into their lives, not just the iconic ones (ex. The Glasses of Justice)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The Glasses of Justice (due to popular demand)-1 year and 2 months
Contrary to popular belief, Alex does not wear me just for the effect. She wears me mostly for the effect. And, legend has it that I wiggle when I know she’s won a case. Sometimes, when wearing me, she can see things she couldn’t before, literally and metaphorically. And if she wore me more often…well, who knows? Maybe she wouldn’t be so incredibly blind to what she is doing to her detective.
Anyways, I was resting on the counter, watching Olivia go through Fridge and Alex go over her notes. She brushed her hair back with one hand, and Olivia straightened up, holding Pitcher, who was full of orange juice, triumphantly.
“I’m flying out next week,” Alex said.
“So soon?” Olivia pivoted, and reached into the cupboards for Glass Cup.
“Didn’t you see my note?”
“Yeah.”
“And…?”
“I didn’t have time to call the airline. I’ll do it today,” Olivia replied. She poured the juice into Glass.
“Don’t worry about it. I had Jordan do it.”
Olivia looked up sharply. “I said I’d do it.”
Alex didn’t even look up from her notes. “You’re nothing if not predictable.” She shrugged as she flipped a page. “The last time-”
“Yes, one time. One time out of how many? I said that Elliot needed some help with his paperwork. I wasn’t home. I couldn’t do it.”
“Well, I said don’t worry about it.”
Olivia ripped open Fridge’s door. Hard. She thrust Pitcher back in and kicked the door shut. She ripped a Post-It from Fridge’s door, and crumpled it. “Should I get your car like your note says, or will Jordan do that too?”
Alex put her notes down, and finally looked up, massaging the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not unreliable.”
“When will you be back?”
“Friday.”
“Good luck.”
Alex gathered her stuff, and headed for the door, snagging me from the counter on the way. She paused by Olivia, and, after a moment’s hesitation, planted a kiss on the side of her mouth. “I’ll call.”
“Mmhmm.”
“See you soon.”
“Good luck in the office.” Olivia took Glass and turned away to drink her juice in silence. Alex tucked me into her breast pocket, and gently shut the door behind her. I sighed. These two would never get it.
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Regular third-person (need more ideas for objects, and this one works better this way.) -1 year and 3 months. And if you can't tell, the sentences in italics is Abbie blabbing away in the background.
“Hello?”
“Hey. How’s D.C.?”
“You know, Abbie isn’t nearly as bad as you make her out to be.”
Olivia snorted. “I’m sure.”
“She offered to let me stay at her apartment, since I’m there so much, instead of having to rack up hotel bills and get Branch mad at me.”
“Hmph. I bet she wishes she could have you in her apartment.”
“Um, Liv…” From the background came Abbie’s voice. *Whaddaya want for dinner, Alex?*
“Wait. That was Abbie’s voice. You said yes?”
There was a pregnant pause on the other side of the line. “Why wouldn’t I say yes?” The words were chosen carefully, and said with Alex’s “lawyer” tone. *Yes to what? Sex?*
“Well, maybe because she’s my ex?”
“Oh god. Don’t worry about it, Liv. She’s got a girl. And apparently she likes the tall, broody, beautifully handsome detective types.” *Aww, gee, thanks. But seriously, what do you want for dinner?*
“You still shouldn’t be…Wait. You think I’m beautifully handsome?”
Another pause. “Yes…”
Olivia smirked. “And broody.”
“Yes. Never forget broody.” *Alex, who the hell are you talking about? Who’s broody?*
“Was that Abbie again?”
“Duh.“ *If you think I’m broody…*
Olivia let her grin seep into her voice. “I’m broody.”
“Okay. I think I got the point.” *I’m not broody! Olivia’s broody. I am the epitome of cheerfulness.* Alex grabbed a magazine and threw it in the general direction of Abbie.
“Are the wonderful adjectives a way of propositioning me?’
“Maybe.” *No! I’m not maybe broody, I’m not broody at all!*
“You know, my fortune cookie did say to accept the next proposition I get.” Another pause. “Good luck in court tomorrow.”
“I’ll bring home the defendant’s head on a platter.” *If it’s not me, who do you think is broody?*
“Good. We can hang it up on the wall.” Olivia felt her butt vibrate, and she reached back to see who had texted her. Elliot. Damn him and his “911 emergency” message. “Look, I’ve gotta go. Love you.”
“See you Saturday.” *WHO’S BROODY?!* “Oh, Olivia, before you hang up…can you look up some good hotels in D.C. that I can stay in?”
“Instead of Abbie’s apartment?”
“Shut up.” *I’m not shutting up until you tell me who’s broody!*
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Rating: R, to be safe
Chapter: 5/?
Disclaimer: No offence to you guys, but if I owned them, would I honestly be online? Of course not!
A/N: Yes, I know it’s been forever since I updated, and that this is a short update. But I had finals, and then got sick. Blah. Still sick. And now I have a piano exam thingy. Double blah. Written from different points of view. Timeline is somewhere in the fourth season. NEW CHAPTERS OF AWU ARE AWESOME!!!! ßI am blatantly advertising, and I’m not even getting paid. ;) I need more interesting ideas for POVs and what they might be thinking. *edit* I forgot to sa that there will probably only be two or three more vignettes, so I need items that give a lot of insight into their lives, not just the iconic ones (ex. The Glasses of Justice)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The Glasses of Justice (due to popular demand)-1 year and 2 months
Contrary to popular belief, Alex does not wear me just for the effect. She wears me mostly for the effect. And, legend has it that I wiggle when I know she’s won a case. Sometimes, when wearing me, she can see things she couldn’t before, literally and metaphorically. And if she wore me more often…well, who knows? Maybe she wouldn’t be so incredibly blind to what she is doing to her detective.
Anyways, I was resting on the counter, watching Olivia go through Fridge and Alex go over her notes. She brushed her hair back with one hand, and Olivia straightened up, holding Pitcher, who was full of orange juice, triumphantly.
“I’m flying out next week,” Alex said.
“So soon?” Olivia pivoted, and reached into the cupboards for Glass Cup.
“Didn’t you see my note?”
“Yeah.”
“And…?”
“I didn’t have time to call the airline. I’ll do it today,” Olivia replied. She poured the juice into Glass.
“Don’t worry about it. I had Jordan do it.”
Olivia looked up sharply. “I said I’d do it.”
Alex didn’t even look up from her notes. “You’re nothing if not predictable.” She shrugged as she flipped a page. “The last time-”
“Yes, one time. One time out of how many? I said that Elliot needed some help with his paperwork. I wasn’t home. I couldn’t do it.”
“Well, I said don’t worry about it.”
Olivia ripped open Fridge’s door. Hard. She thrust Pitcher back in and kicked the door shut. She ripped a Post-It from Fridge’s door, and crumpled it. “Should I get your car like your note says, or will Jordan do that too?”
Alex put her notes down, and finally looked up, massaging the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not unreliable.”
“When will you be back?”
“Friday.”
“Good luck.”
Alex gathered her stuff, and headed for the door, snagging me from the counter on the way. She paused by Olivia, and, after a moment’s hesitation, planted a kiss on the side of her mouth. “I’ll call.”
“Mmhmm.”
“See you soon.”
“Good luck in the office.” Olivia took Glass and turned away to drink her juice in silence. Alex tucked me into her breast pocket, and gently shut the door behind her. I sighed. These two would never get it.
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Regular third-person (need more ideas for objects, and this one works better this way.) -1 year and 3 months. And if you can't tell, the sentences in italics is Abbie blabbing away in the background.
“Hello?”
“Hey. How’s D.C.?”
“You know, Abbie isn’t nearly as bad as you make her out to be.”
Olivia snorted. “I’m sure.”
“She offered to let me stay at her apartment, since I’m there so much, instead of having to rack up hotel bills and get Branch mad at me.”
“Hmph. I bet she wishes she could have you in her apartment.”
“Um, Liv…” From the background came Abbie’s voice. *Whaddaya want for dinner, Alex?*
“Wait. That was Abbie’s voice. You said yes?”
There was a pregnant pause on the other side of the line. “Why wouldn’t I say yes?” The words were chosen carefully, and said with Alex’s “lawyer” tone. *Yes to what? Sex?*
“Well, maybe because she’s my ex?”
“Oh god. Don’t worry about it, Liv. She’s got a girl. And apparently she likes the tall, broody, beautifully handsome detective types.” *Aww, gee, thanks. But seriously, what do you want for dinner?*
“You still shouldn’t be…Wait. You think I’m beautifully handsome?”
Another pause. “Yes…”
Olivia smirked. “And broody.”
“Yes. Never forget broody.” *Alex, who the hell are you talking about? Who’s broody?*
“Was that Abbie again?”
“Duh.“ *If you think I’m broody…*
Olivia let her grin seep into her voice. “I’m broody.”
“Okay. I think I got the point.” *I’m not broody! Olivia’s broody. I am the epitome of cheerfulness.* Alex grabbed a magazine and threw it in the general direction of Abbie.
“Are the wonderful adjectives a way of propositioning me?’
“Maybe.” *No! I’m not maybe broody, I’m not broody at all!*
“You know, my fortune cookie did say to accept the next proposition I get.” Another pause. “Good luck in court tomorrow.”
“I’ll bring home the defendant’s head on a platter.” *If it’s not me, who do you think is broody?*
“Good. We can hang it up on the wall.” Olivia felt her butt vibrate, and she reached back to see who had texted her. Elliot. Damn him and his “911 emergency” message. “Look, I’ve gotta go. Love you.”
“See you Saturday.” *WHO’S BROODY?!* “Oh, Olivia, before you hang up…can you look up some good hotels in D.C. that I can stay in?”
“Instead of Abbie’s apartment?”
“Shut up.” *I’m not shutting up until you tell me who’s broody!*
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