Fic: Different (2/?)
New Years Eve...
Despite all outward appearances, Alexandra Cabot loathed 'company events' and the DA's Office New Year's Eve dinner gala was the paragon of such things. Alex always thought that schmoozing with the people who on a daily basis you either yell at or got yelled at just bordered on bipolar.
But there she found herself, at the luxurious ballroom making small talk with her boss and sundry or as Elliot Stabler had once called them, 'the mucky-mucks and their funky bunch'. Alex made her way through the room and made sure she spent enough time showing her face to the right people before quietly slipping away.
She arrived home at a respectable 11pm and thought about sending a text to Olivia to see how the detective was doing. Alex quickly dismissed the idea because she'd never send a text for no reason and she was going to see her friend the next day anyway.
She let that last thought carry her through her bedtime routine and slept fitfully.
* * *
Olivia scanned the crowd while sipping her lukewarm coffee. It was a mild night and that meant more than the usual number of nut cases were in the crowds of Manhattan. The ball dropped over an hour ago but the revelers haven’t even begun to wane. Elliot was telling Fin about something one of the kids had done, no doubt spectacular and amazing, when Olivia spotted a familiar face.
No fucking way, Olivia thought as it dawned on her who she was seeing.
"Elliot. Four o'clock, yellow cap, red coat, jeans and boots."
It took Elliot a second to orient himself but he found the man Olivia was pointing out.
"Guess Montana had too much space. Play the married couple?" He asked and swiped Munch's Dodger cap from his head.
Elliot pulled the cap low over his brow and tossed an arm over his partner's shoulder. They made their way through the crowd stumbling, appearing to be a half drunk couple. As they approached the man in the yellow hat fate intervened and the crowd parted for them. Unfortunately, the man looked up at the same moment and a flash of recognition crossed his face when his eyes met Olivia's. He began to slowly move away from the woman he was holding up. The unknown woman dropped like a rock and the man took off.
Elliot and Olivia gave chase and he wasn't hard to apprehend - there were just too many people for him to get anywhere quickly. If he had been smart he would have slipped into the crowd and ditched the coat. But the man who had fled to big sky country while awaiting sentencing for multiple convictions on drugging and rape charges had never been accused of being intelligent. He ran directly into a group of drunken frat boys who were not impressed with him either.
It took Elliot yelling loudly while displaying his badge and Olivia throwing one of the boys to the ground when he wouldn't stop pummeling the man to get the boys to calm down. The group of uniforms who had descended on the pair helped too.
Olivia snapped her cuffs on Lonny Bilgers' wrists and hauled him to his feet. "Hi there Spanky,” she grinned at him. “Watching the ball drop on TV not the same? Had to come back to the city for the holidays?"
The drunken college kid that Olivia had stopped from beating up Bilgers staggered to his feet. He wanted to start something with Olivia but a patrolman held him back. Olivia turned to lead Bilgers away, followed by Elliot. She was completely blindsided when the drunk broke free from the officer and launched himself at her, having decided she would make a good punching bag.
Olivia’s police training took over and she had his face on the cold cement before anyone else could get to the pair. “Dumb move, junior!” Elliot said as he took the kid off her hands and left Bilgers to Olivia.
"Haven't lost your touch, Detective Benson. Still pissing men off with little ef--ARGH!" Bilgers yelped with pain when Olivia gave his wrist a hard wrench.
"Everyone needs a talent," she glibly told him, and was none too gentle when she led him from the crowd to a police checkpoint.
It took the better part of the next two hours to process Bilgers into the system. Olivia fended off questions about her well being during that time. Her adrenaline levels fell just in time for her to curl up in the station crib and drift into a light sleep.
A few hours later Olivia started awake from yet another dream about Alex. This one, however, hadn’t been a sex laden flight of fancy. Olivia smirked when she realized that made her just a little disappointed. She hauled herself out of the cot and headed to the showers. After washing up and getting into some clean clothes the smirk faded.
I really need to get it under control, Olivia thought. Dreaming about a straight woman would only leave her lonely. Olivia shook off the moroseness and pulled on her black leather jacket. She was going to be late for the party but knew that Alex would understand. Elliot had called the ADA's office about the fugitive they had apprehended the night before. By now, Alex would have been informed about the events that took place overnight.
ADA Cabot was going to enjoy sending Lonny Bilgers to prison and Olivia was going to enjoy watching her do it.
* * *
Despite all outward appearances, Alexandra Cabot loathed 'company events' and the DA's Office New Year's Eve dinner gala was the paragon of such things. Alex always thought that schmoozing with the people who on a daily basis you either yell at or got yelled at just bordered on bipolar.
But there she found herself, at the luxurious ballroom making small talk with her boss and sundry or as Elliot Stabler had once called them, 'the mucky-mucks and their funky bunch'. Alex made her way through the room and made sure she spent enough time showing her face to the right people before quietly slipping away.
She arrived home at a respectable 11pm and thought about sending a text to Olivia to see how the detective was doing. Alex quickly dismissed the idea because she'd never send a text for no reason and she was going to see her friend the next day anyway.
She let that last thought carry her through her bedtime routine and slept fitfully.
* * *
Olivia scanned the crowd while sipping her lukewarm coffee. It was a mild night and that meant more than the usual number of nut cases were in the crowds of Manhattan. The ball dropped over an hour ago but the revelers haven’t even begun to wane. Elliot was telling Fin about something one of the kids had done, no doubt spectacular and amazing, when Olivia spotted a familiar face.
No fucking way, Olivia thought as it dawned on her who she was seeing.
"Elliot. Four o'clock, yellow cap, red coat, jeans and boots."
It took Elliot a second to orient himself but he found the man Olivia was pointing out.
"Guess Montana had too much space. Play the married couple?" He asked and swiped Munch's Dodger cap from his head.
Elliot pulled the cap low over his brow and tossed an arm over his partner's shoulder. They made their way through the crowd stumbling, appearing to be a half drunk couple. As they approached the man in the yellow hat fate intervened and the crowd parted for them. Unfortunately, the man looked up at the same moment and a flash of recognition crossed his face when his eyes met Olivia's. He began to slowly move away from the woman he was holding up. The unknown woman dropped like a rock and the man took off.
Elliot and Olivia gave chase and he wasn't hard to apprehend - there were just too many people for him to get anywhere quickly. If he had been smart he would have slipped into the crowd and ditched the coat. But the man who had fled to big sky country while awaiting sentencing for multiple convictions on drugging and rape charges had never been accused of being intelligent. He ran directly into a group of drunken frat boys who were not impressed with him either.
It took Elliot yelling loudly while displaying his badge and Olivia throwing one of the boys to the ground when he wouldn't stop pummeling the man to get the boys to calm down. The group of uniforms who had descended on the pair helped too.
Olivia snapped her cuffs on Lonny Bilgers' wrists and hauled him to his feet. "Hi there Spanky,” she grinned at him. “Watching the ball drop on TV not the same? Had to come back to the city for the holidays?"
The drunken college kid that Olivia had stopped from beating up Bilgers staggered to his feet. He wanted to start something with Olivia but a patrolman held him back. Olivia turned to lead Bilgers away, followed by Elliot. She was completely blindsided when the drunk broke free from the officer and launched himself at her, having decided she would make a good punching bag.
Olivia’s police training took over and she had his face on the cold cement before anyone else could get to the pair. “Dumb move, junior!” Elliot said as he took the kid off her hands and left Bilgers to Olivia.
"Haven't lost your touch, Detective Benson. Still pissing men off with little ef--ARGH!" Bilgers yelped with pain when Olivia gave his wrist a hard wrench.
"Everyone needs a talent," she glibly told him, and was none too gentle when she led him from the crowd to a police checkpoint.
It took the better part of the next two hours to process Bilgers into the system. Olivia fended off questions about her well being during that time. Her adrenaline levels fell just in time for her to curl up in the station crib and drift into a light sleep.
A few hours later Olivia started awake from yet another dream about Alex. This one, however, hadn’t been a sex laden flight of fancy. Olivia smirked when she realized that made her just a little disappointed. She hauled herself out of the cot and headed to the showers. After washing up and getting into some clean clothes the smirk faded.
I really need to get it under control, Olivia thought. Dreaming about a straight woman would only leave her lonely. Olivia shook off the moroseness and pulled on her black leather jacket. She was going to be late for the party but knew that Alex would understand. Elliot had called the ADA's office about the fugitive they had apprehended the night before. By now, Alex would have been informed about the events that took place overnight.
ADA Cabot was going to enjoy sending Lonny Bilgers to prison and Olivia was going to enjoy watching her do it.
* * *