and...more Moments
Well, I honestly had no intention of posting another group of Moments, but I wrote one for a challenge in another community...and then it seemed to cascade. I guess inspiration comes in 10. So, here are 10 more "Moments in Time". Not the first in several groups of 10. Just these 10 and that's it. Until the next inspiration, I suppose. ;)
In any case, 10 more Moments In Time.
The rest of the series can be found here:
1-10 11-20 21-30
31-40 41-50 51-60
61-70 71-80 81-90
91-100
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Let's Celebrate
"I heard after your cross today, Langan is begging for a deal."
"Yeah," Alex beamed, "And I feel like celebrating."
"Want to go get a drink?" Olivia asked.
Alex walked right past Olivia and shut her office door, "No," then grabbed the surprised detective and brought their lips together for the first time.
Hesitant moments later, Alex released Olivia and waited for a reaction. However, as the silence stretched between them, Alex became nervous that she'd just made a horrible mistake. "Olivia, say something."
Olivia smirked, "Oh, sorry. I was just trying to think of something else we could ‘celebrate'."
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She'd Whispered It
Every night since it happened, before she fell asleep she'd whispered it. She'd whispered it out of sorrow. Out of hope. Out of some belief that the universe would somehow get her message to the intended recipient: She'd whisper, "Good night, Alex."
And then one night she didn't.
It wasn't until the next morning in the shower that she remembered her omission from the night before. She had just finished washing her hair and was rinsing it out when the realization hit her.
Her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes sprang open. Shampoo got in them.
And it hurt.
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Attire
Olivia loved her in power suit work attire. Crisp. Completely put together. Exuding competence. Utterly intimidating.
And she loved her in formal evening attire. Stunning. Exquisite. Exuding elegance. Utterly enthralling.
Of course, there's the soft cotton pajamas bedtime attire. Cozy. Relaxed. Exuding comfort. Utterly snuggleable.
And her birthday suit goes without comment.
But Olivia likes this look, too. Saturday afternoon, dusty jeans, tattered NYPD sweatshirt, hair all over the place, smudge of dirt on her cheek, collapsed on the sofa, a smile touching her lips.
They'd just finished bringing in the last of the boxes. This was now *their* apartment.
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Cleansing
3:30 am: Alex awakened to the shower going on. She hadn't heard Olivia return but knew it was her.
She rose from bed and quietly opened the door to the bathroom. Steam billowed above the shower curtain. Olivia's clothes were in a heap on the floor.
She heard soft crying.
Announcing her presence quietly and undressing quickly, she pulled the end of the shower curtain back and stepped in to find Olivia's face under the spray, undoubtedly trying to wash away evidence of her tears.
Alex wrapped her arms around the stoic detective from behind and just held her silently.
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Lectured
They should have told her. But they didn't. And she was currently handing them their asses for it.
Alex concluded by pinning Elliot with a glare, "I just thought we'd gotten past this whole you two not trusting me thing."
She then shifted her gaze to Olivia, and repeated quietly, meaningfully, "I really thought we'd gotten past it."
Before either detective could respond, Alex looked down at her papers, "So, if you'll excuse me, detectives, I need to clean up your mess now."
Elliot sulked out, but Olivia lingered.
"Alex..."
Alex paused her writing, but didn't look up, "Later, Olivia."
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Special Dark
Entering the living room, Alex crossed her arms and asked, "Did you eat a special dark Hershey's miniature earlier?"
"Yes."
"And did you check to see if it was the last one?"
Pause. Then a guilty, "No."
"You are aware, Detective, that special dark is my favorite?"
"Yes."
"And yet you still ate the last one."
Olivia rose from the couch, approaching the blonde gingerly, but with a teasing smile, "Gee, are we, perhaps, PMSing a little bit, sweetie?"
Alex just glared at her.
Olivia chuckled, kissed Alex on the cheek, then grabbed her wallet and headed to the store.
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Adventures In Cooking
Alex slammed the cookbook shut, a quiet expletive lost in the sound.
Olivia opened her mouth.
"Not a word, Olivia."
Olivia closed her mouth and in light of the blonde's mood, even attempted to keep the smirk from her face. Unsuccessfully.
"And you can wipe that infuriating smirk off your face, too."
Olivia bit her lip.
Silence descended between them, both contemplating the brick in front of them that was supposed to be coffeecake.
"How was I supposed to know there was that big a difference between baking soda and baking powder?"
Olivia didn't even attempt to suppress her giggle.
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Explanation
"It's dangerous to meet. This had better be good."
Alex stated her purpose without preamble, "I need you to add a sister to Emily's history. A sister who died in a car accident that I was also in. I survived, obviously. She didn't."
Her contact at the Marshal's office frowned, "Why?"
Alex wouldn't meet his eyes, "Because I needed a plausible explanation for why I wake up crying," Alex's voice caught and she swallowed hard, "Why I sometimes wake up crying and calling out for her."
The contact considered for a moment then got out a notebook, "What's her name?"
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Argument
"I am *not* saying I refuse to take this to trial, Olivia!" Their civilized discussion had quickly devolved into a simmering argument.
"Then what *are* you saying, Alex!?"
"I'm saying this case has more than a few rough edges," Alex stood and placed both hands on her desk.
"Then smooth them over." Olivia mirrored her posture.
"I will not suppress evidence," Alex leaned further over the desk.
"I wouldn't expect you to."
They stared each other down, close enough now to feel the heat rising from the other.
"My place, seven o'clock?" Olivia whispered.
Alex's nostrils flared, "Make it six."
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Massage
Alex closed her eyes and sighed as she slowly rotated her head around, stretching her neck. When she felt warm hands on her shoulders, she spoke up, "Olivia, you don't have to..."
Olivia's chuckle cut her off, "Yes, I do. I know that sigh and head roll. That's the 'I've been working soooo hard alllll day putting the bad guys away and if someone would only massage away the kinks in my neck I could continue this noble quest' sigh and head roll."
Alex laughed at Olivia's description but didn't dispute it; gratefully allowing Olivia's hands to work their magic.
In any case, 10 more Moments In Time.
The rest of the series can be found here:
1-10 11-20 21-30
31-40 41-50 51-60
61-70 71-80 81-90
91-100
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Let's Celebrate
"I heard after your cross today, Langan is begging for a deal."
"Yeah," Alex beamed, "And I feel like celebrating."
"Want to go get a drink?" Olivia asked.
Alex walked right past Olivia and shut her office door, "No," then grabbed the surprised detective and brought their lips together for the first time.
Hesitant moments later, Alex released Olivia and waited for a reaction. However, as the silence stretched between them, Alex became nervous that she'd just made a horrible mistake. "Olivia, say something."
Olivia smirked, "Oh, sorry. I was just trying to think of something else we could ‘celebrate'."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
She'd Whispered It
Every night since it happened, before she fell asleep she'd whispered it. She'd whispered it out of sorrow. Out of hope. Out of some belief that the universe would somehow get her message to the intended recipient: She'd whisper, "Good night, Alex."
And then one night she didn't.
It wasn't until the next morning in the shower that she remembered her omission from the night before. She had just finished washing her hair and was rinsing it out when the realization hit her.
Her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes sprang open. Shampoo got in them.
And it hurt.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Attire
Olivia loved her in power suit work attire. Crisp. Completely put together. Exuding competence. Utterly intimidating.
And she loved her in formal evening attire. Stunning. Exquisite. Exuding elegance. Utterly enthralling.
Of course, there's the soft cotton pajamas bedtime attire. Cozy. Relaxed. Exuding comfort. Utterly snuggleable.
And her birthday suit goes without comment.
But Olivia likes this look, too. Saturday afternoon, dusty jeans, tattered NYPD sweatshirt, hair all over the place, smudge of dirt on her cheek, collapsed on the sofa, a smile touching her lips.
They'd just finished bringing in the last of the boxes. This was now *their* apartment.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Cleansing
3:30 am: Alex awakened to the shower going on. She hadn't heard Olivia return but knew it was her.
She rose from bed and quietly opened the door to the bathroom. Steam billowed above the shower curtain. Olivia's clothes were in a heap on the floor.
She heard soft crying.
Announcing her presence quietly and undressing quickly, she pulled the end of the shower curtain back and stepped in to find Olivia's face under the spray, undoubtedly trying to wash away evidence of her tears.
Alex wrapped her arms around the stoic detective from behind and just held her silently.
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Lectured
They should have told her. But they didn't. And she was currently handing them their asses for it.
Alex concluded by pinning Elliot with a glare, "I just thought we'd gotten past this whole you two not trusting me thing."
She then shifted her gaze to Olivia, and repeated quietly, meaningfully, "I really thought we'd gotten past it."
Before either detective could respond, Alex looked down at her papers, "So, if you'll excuse me, detectives, I need to clean up your mess now."
Elliot sulked out, but Olivia lingered.
"Alex..."
Alex paused her writing, but didn't look up, "Later, Olivia."
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Special Dark
Entering the living room, Alex crossed her arms and asked, "Did you eat a special dark Hershey's miniature earlier?"
"Yes."
"And did you check to see if it was the last one?"
Pause. Then a guilty, "No."
"You are aware, Detective, that special dark is my favorite?"
"Yes."
"And yet you still ate the last one."
Olivia rose from the couch, approaching the blonde gingerly, but with a teasing smile, "Gee, are we, perhaps, PMSing a little bit, sweetie?"
Alex just glared at her.
Olivia chuckled, kissed Alex on the cheek, then grabbed her wallet and headed to the store.
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Adventures In Cooking
Alex slammed the cookbook shut, a quiet expletive lost in the sound.
Olivia opened her mouth.
"Not a word, Olivia."
Olivia closed her mouth and in light of the blonde's mood, even attempted to keep the smirk from her face. Unsuccessfully.
"And you can wipe that infuriating smirk off your face, too."
Olivia bit her lip.
Silence descended between them, both contemplating the brick in front of them that was supposed to be coffeecake.
"How was I supposed to know there was that big a difference between baking soda and baking powder?"
Olivia didn't even attempt to suppress her giggle.
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Explanation
"It's dangerous to meet. This had better be good."
Alex stated her purpose without preamble, "I need you to add a sister to Emily's history. A sister who died in a car accident that I was also in. I survived, obviously. She didn't."
Her contact at the Marshal's office frowned, "Why?"
Alex wouldn't meet his eyes, "Because I needed a plausible explanation for why I wake up crying," Alex's voice caught and she swallowed hard, "Why I sometimes wake up crying and calling out for her."
The contact considered for a moment then got out a notebook, "What's her name?"
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Argument
"I am *not* saying I refuse to take this to trial, Olivia!" Their civilized discussion had quickly devolved into a simmering argument.
"Then what *are* you saying, Alex!?"
"I'm saying this case has more than a few rough edges," Alex stood and placed both hands on her desk.
"Then smooth them over." Olivia mirrored her posture.
"I will not suppress evidence," Alex leaned further over the desk.
"I wouldn't expect you to."
They stared each other down, close enough now to feel the heat rising from the other.
"My place, seven o'clock?" Olivia whispered.
Alex's nostrils flared, "Make it six."
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Massage
Alex closed her eyes and sighed as she slowly rotated her head around, stretching her neck. When she felt warm hands on her shoulders, she spoke up, "Olivia, you don't have to..."
Olivia's chuckle cut her off, "Yes, I do. I know that sigh and head roll. That's the 'I've been working soooo hard alllll day putting the bad guys away and if someone would only massage away the kinks in my neck I could continue this noble quest' sigh and head roll."
Alex laughed at Olivia's description but didn't dispute it; gratefully allowing Olivia's hands to work their magic.