Moments in Time
I come bearing more drabbles. :) Thank you all for the comments on the previous set and I hope you continue to enjoy these little Moments In Time . :)
Rating: still PG-13.
The Moment
Through the glass Alex watched the detective speak to the little girl with a comforting smile and a soft voice; and she marveled at the detective's innate empathy and tenderness.
At the conclusion of the interview, the detective exited the interview room and looked expectantly at her.
"Go pick the bastard up," she told the detective.
She then watched the detective leave to execute her order and she marveled once again, this time at the detective's fearless strength and utter determination.
Months later, Alex would look back at that moment, and realize that that was the moment when she fell.
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Tensions
"What exactly was the fight about?"
"You know the drill: she wishes I were more careful," Olivia practically spat out.
"You don't think you should be more careful?"
"That's the kind of shit I'm talking about, El! You know damn well I *am* careful!"
Elliot metered his voice, trying to calm his partner, "She just worries about you, Olivia."
Olivia would not be calmed, "Yeah, well, she doesn't need to."
Elliot could tell this conversation was now closed, despite the fact that the battered face of his partner (courtesy of a scuffle with a suspect yesterday) belied her last statement.
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Fanatic
The woman pounded the Plexiglas with open hands screaming bloody murder at the two armored players locked in battle on the other side: "Kill him!" *BANG* "Take his head off!" *BANG* *BANG* "Feed 'im his balls!"
Finally, the striped refs stepped between the players, escorting each away to serve their time in the penalty box. As they did, the woman settled back into her seat.
Having never watched hockey with her before, Olivia could only stare at her wide-eyed and mouth agape.
Oblivious to Olivia's stunned - and not entirely unafraid - silence, an exhilarated Alex turned and beamed, "Great game, huh?"
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The Fifth Dinner
Four dinners out and Olivia had made absolutely no moves. Hell, she hadn't even done anything that might be construed as the start of a move. Alex was beginning to think these dinners were purely on a ‘friends' basis.
So, she was completely taken off guard when, walking home from the fifth dinner, Olivia suddenly grabbed the lapels of her coat and brought their lips together.
Long moments later, when they finally separated, Alex whispered, "What took you so long?"
"I was trying to maintain some kind of professional decorum?"
Alex, smiling, leaned in to recapture Olivia's lips, "Well, stop."
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No Escape
Olivia's feet slammed against the path. Her lungs labored to keep up with the oxygen demands of her body. Her quads burned with lactic acid.
Running around the reservoir had always been her escape. Someplace she could go to clear her mind; a place with only her and the track and the wind through her hair.
But lately coming here only meant there was nothing to distract her mind from wandering inappropriately. To a certain smart and beautiful blonde.
'A co-worker,' she angrily reminded herself as she slowed to a walk; her lungs and legs not the only things aching.
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Going To Bed
"Olivia, babe, you're exhausted. Go to bed. I'll be in soon."
"I'm fine. I want to stay up with you."
Alex knew Olivia wouldn't be awake in ten minutes but didn't bother arguing. Gathering the papers she needed, she settled into the couch, Olivia settling next to her with the remote.
Two minutes later Olivia laid her head on Alex's shoulder, "This okay?" Olivia asked.
"Mhm."
And a mere five minutes later, Alex heard soft snoring. Smiling inwardly, she tenderly and affectionately ran her fingertips along Olivia's face, before turning her attention back to her notes as the detective slept.
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Help
She could no longer deal with it on her own. So she broke down, explained it all to him. But in the end she told him she was sure it wasn't love. Because... because that's just not her. And because... because that's just too inconvenient.
Uncle Bill smiled understandingly and fondly at his niece. And told her he couldn't say what was love and what wasn't but that he could tell her this much: what Alex was--and what that other person made her--was happy. And, inconvenient or not, she'd have to figure out what to do about that.
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Did You Tell Her?
Olivia stared blankly at the opposite wall in the hospital corridor, her hands and clothing still covered in Alex's blood. "I loved her," she whispered.
Elliot, sitting on the seat beside her, turned his head.
Still staring at the wall, tears threatening but not falling, she continued, "I should've told you. I don't know why I never told you."
"Did you tell her?" he asked quietly.
Olivia nodded, "I did." Her façade started to crack and Elliot moved to pull her into a hug. "Every day," she choked out, letting herself fall into Elliot's embrace and finally letting herself go.
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Modeling
Alex had sent Olivia off to try on the layered top she'd bought her for Christmas.
When Olivia returned wearing the top, a pair of tight jeans, and an unsure expression, Alex got up and sauntered over to her saying as she went, "You're thinking it's the wrong size, aren't you?"
Olivia looked down at the incredibly snug outfit she was wearing, trying not to tug at it, "Well, it is a little tight."
"Yes, it is," Alex looked Olivia over, an unmistakable quality in her eyes, "But please trust me when I tell you it's not the wrong size."
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NOTE: an alternate title for this was: "Thank Goodness Alex Started Buying Her Clothes", hehe
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Just Let Yourself In
Alex's words rang in her head again as she stood outside Alex's apartment door, looking down at the key she'd never used before; the one she'd only been given last weekend.
Just let yourself in.
It still felt foreign and she was still tempted to knock instead of using the key but fighting that temptation, she inserted the key and slid the deadbolt back.
Just let yourself in.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and came face to face with the most beautiful and radiant of smiles.
She smiled back and was so glad she'd let herself in.
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Rating: still PG-13.
The Moment
Through the glass Alex watched the detective speak to the little girl with a comforting smile and a soft voice; and she marveled at the detective's innate empathy and tenderness.
At the conclusion of the interview, the detective exited the interview room and looked expectantly at her.
"Go pick the bastard up," she told the detective.
She then watched the detective leave to execute her order and she marveled once again, this time at the detective's fearless strength and utter determination.
Months later, Alex would look back at that moment, and realize that that was the moment when she fell.
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Tensions
"What exactly was the fight about?"
"You know the drill: she wishes I were more careful," Olivia practically spat out.
"You don't think you should be more careful?"
"That's the kind of shit I'm talking about, El! You know damn well I *am* careful!"
Elliot metered his voice, trying to calm his partner, "She just worries about you, Olivia."
Olivia would not be calmed, "Yeah, well, she doesn't need to."
Elliot could tell this conversation was now closed, despite the fact that the battered face of his partner (courtesy of a scuffle with a suspect yesterday) belied her last statement.
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Fanatic
The woman pounded the Plexiglas with open hands screaming bloody murder at the two armored players locked in battle on the other side: "Kill him!" *BANG* "Take his head off!" *BANG* *BANG* "Feed 'im his balls!"
Finally, the striped refs stepped between the players, escorting each away to serve their time in the penalty box. As they did, the woman settled back into her seat.
Having never watched hockey with her before, Olivia could only stare at her wide-eyed and mouth agape.
Oblivious to Olivia's stunned - and not entirely unafraid - silence, an exhilarated Alex turned and beamed, "Great game, huh?"
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The Fifth Dinner
Four dinners out and Olivia had made absolutely no moves. Hell, she hadn't even done anything that might be construed as the start of a move. Alex was beginning to think these dinners were purely on a ‘friends' basis.
So, she was completely taken off guard when, walking home from the fifth dinner, Olivia suddenly grabbed the lapels of her coat and brought their lips together.
Long moments later, when they finally separated, Alex whispered, "What took you so long?"
"I was trying to maintain some kind of professional decorum?"
Alex, smiling, leaned in to recapture Olivia's lips, "Well, stop."
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No Escape
Olivia's feet slammed against the path. Her lungs labored to keep up with the oxygen demands of her body. Her quads burned with lactic acid.
Running around the reservoir had always been her escape. Someplace she could go to clear her mind; a place with only her and the track and the wind through her hair.
But lately coming here only meant there was nothing to distract her mind from wandering inappropriately. To a certain smart and beautiful blonde.
'A co-worker,' she angrily reminded herself as she slowed to a walk; her lungs and legs not the only things aching.
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Going To Bed
"Olivia, babe, you're exhausted. Go to bed. I'll be in soon."
"I'm fine. I want to stay up with you."
Alex knew Olivia wouldn't be awake in ten minutes but didn't bother arguing. Gathering the papers she needed, she settled into the couch, Olivia settling next to her with the remote.
Two minutes later Olivia laid her head on Alex's shoulder, "This okay?" Olivia asked.
"Mhm."
And a mere five minutes later, Alex heard soft snoring. Smiling inwardly, she tenderly and affectionately ran her fingertips along Olivia's face, before turning her attention back to her notes as the detective slept.
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Help
She could no longer deal with it on her own. So she broke down, explained it all to him. But in the end she told him she was sure it wasn't love. Because... because that's just not her. And because... because that's just too inconvenient.
Uncle Bill smiled understandingly and fondly at his niece. And told her he couldn't say what was love and what wasn't but that he could tell her this much: what Alex was--and what that other person made her--was happy. And, inconvenient or not, she'd have to figure out what to do about that.
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Did You Tell Her?
Olivia stared blankly at the opposite wall in the hospital corridor, her hands and clothing still covered in Alex's blood. "I loved her," she whispered.
Elliot, sitting on the seat beside her, turned his head.
Still staring at the wall, tears threatening but not falling, she continued, "I should've told you. I don't know why I never told you."
"Did you tell her?" he asked quietly.
Olivia nodded, "I did." Her façade started to crack and Elliot moved to pull her into a hug. "Every day," she choked out, letting herself fall into Elliot's embrace and finally letting herself go.
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Modeling
Alex had sent Olivia off to try on the layered top she'd bought her for Christmas.
When Olivia returned wearing the top, a pair of tight jeans, and an unsure expression, Alex got up and sauntered over to her saying as she went, "You're thinking it's the wrong size, aren't you?"
Olivia looked down at the incredibly snug outfit she was wearing, trying not to tug at it, "Well, it is a little tight."
"Yes, it is," Alex looked Olivia over, an unmistakable quality in her eyes, "But please trust me when I tell you it's not the wrong size."
. . . . . . .
NOTE: an alternate title for this was: "Thank Goodness Alex Started Buying Her Clothes", hehe
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Just Let Yourself In
Alex's words rang in her head again as she stood outside Alex's apartment door, looking down at the key she'd never used before; the one she'd only been given last weekend.
Just let yourself in.
It still felt foreign and she was still tempted to knock instead of using the key but fighting that temptation, she inserted the key and slid the deadbolt back.
Just let yourself in.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and came face to face with the most beautiful and radiant of smiles.
She smiled back and was so glad she'd let herself in.
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