Moments In Time
*waves one more time*
Every time I swear it's the end, an idea pops into my mind and that causes a landslide that cannot be stopped.
Unlike the last batch, these are not all happy; though they're not all sad, by any means! They're just a mix of 10 moments. Also, I don't know what happened but I seem to have gotten a potty mouth in several of these. So let's go with a strong PG-13 / weak R (for language and other themes).
ETA: links to previous sets of moments:
1-10, 11-20, 21-30, 31-40, 41-50
51-60, 61-70, 71-80, 81-90, 91-100
101-110, 111-120, 121-130, 131-140, 141-150
Without further ado:
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Invitation
Olivia tensed; frozen by an overwhelming fear of fucking up. But God, she wanted to. But what if she got scared? Bolted in the middle of the night? What would Alex think? But GOD she wanted to. Shit!
Alex's voice interrupted Olivia's internal argument, "Olivia, you don't have to stay the whole night. Oh, I'd like it if you did, but I'm not expecting it or asking it of you. Not yet, anyway." She then repeated her previous offer, "So, would you like to come up?"
Overwhelmed now by Alex's understanding, Olivia just stared. Then, not trusting her voice, nodded.
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Conflict
Alex had expected the fury. She had, after all, let that defense attorney fling insults, insinuations, and accusations without even a token objection. She'd done it because Olivia was handling it, and because she could see the jury didn't like it, either. Still.
"You let him do that to me so he'd lose a couple fucking points with the jury?!?"
"That jury is going to decide this case, Olivia. That 'couple points' might be all I need to win."
"And winning is all that matters?!"
Alex paused. Then quietly, "When I'm in the courtroom, Olivia, yes. It has to be."
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A Shoulder to Lean On
Alex noticed the detective wince and rub her neck before focusing her attention on the crime board. She also, ruefully, knew the cause of Olivia's sore neck: Olivia had spent the night before sleeping on Alex's couch.
Before heading back to her office to draft several warrants, she pulled Olivia aside. "Olivia... I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have called. I shouldn't have asked you to stay."
"Ask Elliot how many nights I spent on his couch when I first joined SVU," Olivia gave their new ADA an understanding smile, "We all need help sometimes, especially at the beginning."
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The Kindness of Neighbors
It had been her favorite breakfast place before it had become her and Alex's favorite.
She had gone practically every Sunday morning. And then it was she and Alex that had gone practically every Sunday morning.
But she didn't go for weeks and weeks after... after.
When she did finally show up one Sunday morning, the same waitress who had faithfully brought them their orders every week, brought out her order again. And some pancakes for herself. She sat down across from Olivia. "You shouldn't have to eat alone this morning," was all she said.
Olivia tried not to cry.
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Ask and Ye Shall Receive
"Hey, do you want to grab a drink tonight?" Olivia asked, trying to sound casual.
Alex stared at her.
Made nervous, Olivia tried to backpedal, "You know, to discuss the case."
"Oh," Alex finally spoke, "In that case, I'm sorry, Detective, but I have plans."
Alex started walking but just as she drew even with the detective, Olivia asked, "'In that case'?"
Alex turned towards the detective. She then reached out and boldly ran a finger along Olivia's collar, "If you'd had the guts to admit you were asking me on a date, I would have cancelled my other plans."
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Romantic Gestures
"Made reservations at the most exclusive restaurant for a quiet, candlelit dinner for two."
"Took me on a moonlit cruise around the southern tip of the island."
"Surprised me with a weekend trip out of the city."
All are fine answers to the question, "What's the most romantic thing your significant other has ever done for you."
But, Alex Cabot thought as she leaned back in her chair, people who give those answers have obviously never had anyone slam a scumbag face first into an interview room table because they looked at you wrong and called you a bad name.
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Slip of the Tongue
Olivia was on the phone with Alex, getting a point of law clarified while Elliot listened.
"It's fenced off. ...It was locked. ...But Alex, it's garbage! ...Yes. ...Yes. ...Exigent circumstances and in plain sight. ...Works for us!" Olivia gave Elliot the thumbs-up and they started back towards the apartment building as Olivia finished the conversation, "Thanks, sweetie."
Shit.
Elliot froze midstride, "Did you just call our ADA what I think you just called her?"
Olivia clenched her jaw. Shitshitshit.
Elliot raised an eyebrow.
"Can we talk about this later?"
Elliot tried not to smirk, nodded, and continued on his way.
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Hiding
She'd always stood out, always.
She stood out because of her family history, background, and money, yes. But she also stood out because she was simply the best and brightest at everything she did; passionate, driven, undeniable.
And she liked it that way. She had never wanted to be just another face in the crowd.
Until now.
Until she arrived in this new city with a new job and a new identification.
And for the first time in her life, she found herself hoping no one really noticed her.
For the first time in her life, Alex Cabot was scared.
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Overdose
"Do you think it's possible to overdose on sex?"
Not expecting the question, Serena coughed on a sip of her latte. Recovering quickly she questioned back, "Are you asking if there's such a thing as too much sex or if it's actually possible to die from too much sex?"
Alex downed the last of her triple-shot macchiato before answering, "Both."
Serena nodded, "OK. Then, 'yes' and 'no'."
"Really?" Alex tilted her head back and closed her eyes, exhausted, "I was thinking 'no' and 'yes'."
Serena smiled widely at her friend, "I take it things with Olivia are going well, then."
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Morning Person
Alex was not a morning person.
And Olivia enjoyed that more than she should have, really. But who could blame her? Every morning she'd be up, showered and usually starting to blow dry her when Alex would wander into the bathroom, all dopey eyed, hair a little askew. She'd reach into the shower, turning on the water; sometimes she'd stretch and yawn widely, sometimes not. She'd then sleepily strip out of her panties and NYPD t-shirt and slip into the shower.
Olivia would just go about her routine, quietly and contentedly watching Alex in the bathroom mirror the whole time.
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Every time I swear it's the end, an idea pops into my mind and that causes a landslide that cannot be stopped.
Unlike the last batch, these are not all happy; though they're not all sad, by any means! They're just a mix of 10 moments. Also, I don't know what happened but I seem to have gotten a potty mouth in several of these. So let's go with a strong PG-13 / weak R (for language and other themes).
ETA: links to previous sets of moments:
1-10, 11-20, 21-30, 31-40, 41-50
51-60, 61-70, 71-80, 81-90, 91-100
101-110, 111-120, 121-130, 131-140, 141-150
Without further ado:
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Invitation
Olivia tensed; frozen by an overwhelming fear of fucking up. But God, she wanted to. But what if she got scared? Bolted in the middle of the night? What would Alex think? But GOD she wanted to. Shit!
Alex's voice interrupted Olivia's internal argument, "Olivia, you don't have to stay the whole night. Oh, I'd like it if you did, but I'm not expecting it or asking it of you. Not yet, anyway." She then repeated her previous offer, "So, would you like to come up?"
Overwhelmed now by Alex's understanding, Olivia just stared. Then, not trusting her voice, nodded.
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Conflict
Alex had expected the fury. She had, after all, let that defense attorney fling insults, insinuations, and accusations without even a token objection. She'd done it because Olivia was handling it, and because she could see the jury didn't like it, either. Still.
"You let him do that to me so he'd lose a couple fucking points with the jury?!?"
"That jury is going to decide this case, Olivia. That 'couple points' might be all I need to win."
"And winning is all that matters?!"
Alex paused. Then quietly, "When I'm in the courtroom, Olivia, yes. It has to be."
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A Shoulder to Lean On
Alex noticed the detective wince and rub her neck before focusing her attention on the crime board. She also, ruefully, knew the cause of Olivia's sore neck: Olivia had spent the night before sleeping on Alex's couch.
Before heading back to her office to draft several warrants, she pulled Olivia aside. "Olivia... I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have called. I shouldn't have asked you to stay."
"Ask Elliot how many nights I spent on his couch when I first joined SVU," Olivia gave their new ADA an understanding smile, "We all need help sometimes, especially at the beginning."
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The Kindness of Neighbors
It had been her favorite breakfast place before it had become her and Alex's favorite.
She had gone practically every Sunday morning. And then it was she and Alex that had gone practically every Sunday morning.
But she didn't go for weeks and weeks after... after.
When she did finally show up one Sunday morning, the same waitress who had faithfully brought them their orders every week, brought out her order again. And some pancakes for herself. She sat down across from Olivia. "You shouldn't have to eat alone this morning," was all she said.
Olivia tried not to cry.
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Ask and Ye Shall Receive
"Hey, do you want to grab a drink tonight?" Olivia asked, trying to sound casual.
Alex stared at her.
Made nervous, Olivia tried to backpedal, "You know, to discuss the case."
"Oh," Alex finally spoke, "In that case, I'm sorry, Detective, but I have plans."
Alex started walking but just as she drew even with the detective, Olivia asked, "'In that case'?"
Alex turned towards the detective. She then reached out and boldly ran a finger along Olivia's collar, "If you'd had the guts to admit you were asking me on a date, I would have cancelled my other plans."
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Romantic Gestures
"Made reservations at the most exclusive restaurant for a quiet, candlelit dinner for two."
"Took me on a moonlit cruise around the southern tip of the island."
"Surprised me with a weekend trip out of the city."
All are fine answers to the question, "What's the most romantic thing your significant other has ever done for you."
But, Alex Cabot thought as she leaned back in her chair, people who give those answers have obviously never had anyone slam a scumbag face first into an interview room table because they looked at you wrong and called you a bad name.
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Slip of the Tongue
Olivia was on the phone with Alex, getting a point of law clarified while Elliot listened.
"It's fenced off. ...It was locked. ...But Alex, it's garbage! ...Yes. ...Yes. ...Exigent circumstances and in plain sight. ...Works for us!" Olivia gave Elliot the thumbs-up and they started back towards the apartment building as Olivia finished the conversation, "Thanks, sweetie."
Shit.
Elliot froze midstride, "Did you just call our ADA what I think you just called her?"
Olivia clenched her jaw. Shitshitshit.
Elliot raised an eyebrow.
"Can we talk about this later?"
Elliot tried not to smirk, nodded, and continued on his way.
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Hiding
She'd always stood out, always.
She stood out because of her family history, background, and money, yes. But she also stood out because she was simply the best and brightest at everything she did; passionate, driven, undeniable.
And she liked it that way. She had never wanted to be just another face in the crowd.
Until now.
Until she arrived in this new city with a new job and a new identification.
And for the first time in her life, she found herself hoping no one really noticed her.
For the first time in her life, Alex Cabot was scared.
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Overdose
"Do you think it's possible to overdose on sex?"
Not expecting the question, Serena coughed on a sip of her latte. Recovering quickly she questioned back, "Are you asking if there's such a thing as too much sex or if it's actually possible to die from too much sex?"
Alex downed the last of her triple-shot macchiato before answering, "Both."
Serena nodded, "OK. Then, 'yes' and 'no'."
"Really?" Alex tilted her head back and closed her eyes, exhausted, "I was thinking 'no' and 'yes'."
Serena smiled widely at her friend, "I take it things with Olivia are going well, then."
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Morning Person
Alex was not a morning person.
And Olivia enjoyed that more than she should have, really. But who could blame her? Every morning she'd be up, showered and usually starting to blow dry her when Alex would wander into the bathroom, all dopey eyed, hair a little askew. She'd reach into the shower, turning on the water; sometimes she'd stretch and yawn widely, sometimes not. She'd then sleepily strip out of her panties and NYPD t-shirt and slip into the shower.
Olivia would just go about her routine, quietly and contentedly watching Alex in the bathroom mirror the whole time.
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