FIC: "The Simplicities of Pleasure," Sam/Olivia, NC17
Title: The Simplicities of Pleasure
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam Carter/Olivia Benson, Olivia/Alex past relationship
Word Count: 2,336
Category: PWP
SVU Spoilers: "Inconceivable"
Disclaimer: Neither Samantha Carter or Olivia Benson belong to me. Ergo, none of their supporting casts belong to me either. Atlantis isn't mine, New York belongs to no one in particular and I had nothing to do with forming the universes these two ladies originally hail from. They're just a fun place to play in.
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Never let it be said I don't cave to begging. :D I started to write a new Sam/Olivia story, but my muse jumped ship after I got to the Atlantis part of the story. But I had this section ready to go, and it's a very nice PWP on it's own. So rather than letting it sit and stew on my hard drive... I'm posting it for the first challenge in cross_my_heart. I love the idea of that group SO much, I want to see it thrive! They have Olivia Benson/Tempe Brennan PWPs, people! Run, don't walk! :D
Author's Notes 2: Set after SVU 9X13, "Inconceivable." In my continuity, since I saw none of it, "Conviction" didn't happen. Alex disappeared back into Witness Protection after "Ghost." There is a third crossover involved in this story, but I'm zipping my lips about the details. :D Continues my "Worlds Collide" series which is made up of:
* Give and Take
* From a Million Miles
* Two Days Grace
* The Sentries of the Heart
Summary: Olivia decides to cut ties to New York and take a chance with Sam in Atlantis.
Elliot lifted his glass and tapped a fork against the curved side. The apartment fell into silence and everyone turned to look at him. He cleared his throat and focused on the brunette in the green silk dress. He lifted his glass in a toast. "I'm not good at doing this one-on-one, so I'll just do it in front of all of you. Olivia... you're a great detective. The department is going to be less without you there. I wish you all the best in whatever the hell it is you're leaving us to do." Light laughter at this. "You were a hell of a partner. We'll miss you. To Olivia."
"To Olivia," the rest of the crowd repeated.
Olivia wrapped her arm around Elliot's waist and hugged him, pecking him on the cheek when she pulled back. "Thanks, El."
"It's going to be hell breaking in a new partner, you know."
"You'll make do," Olivia said. She looked around the room and tried to make her voice casual. "Have you seen her?"
"No," Elliot said. "I don't think she's going to make it. You know, they might not have even gotten the invite to her."
"Yeah," Olivia said softly. She took a drink of her champagne and said, "Thanks for throwing all of this together. It means a lot to me."
"Not like you gave us a lot of notice," he said. "But I think it'll do in a pinch."
Olivia nodded. She had finally handed in her resignation after the case at the fertilization clinic. She had snapped at both Elliot and Munch during the course of the investigation, not due to anything they had actually done, but because the case hit a sore point with her. She had been turned down for adoption due to the fact she was single and in a dangerous career. The adoption agent had stopped just short of mentioning Olivia's sexuality, but only because there was enough to deny her without it. She had been faced with the fact that her career was at a standstill, she would never get a chance to adopt a child... New York had suddenly started to feel like a prison to her. But she knew one place where she could make a difference. A place an unimaginable distance away...
Munch weaved through the crowd and Olivia reached out to take his hand. "Munch. Hey."
"Olivia." He hugged her and said, "Leaving to join some top secret military project." He looked at her over the top of his glasses. "You know what that's going to do to me, right?"
She laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Munch. Take care."
"You too. If they offer you any little red pills..."
"I'll keep it in mind." She slipped past him and was moving to the front of the apartment when she heard the doorbell ring. It was barely audible over the sound of the party, but she changed direction and opened the door. Samantha Carter smiled when the door opened, and the expression changed to true happiness when she saw it was Olivia. "Sam. You made it." She stepped forward and embraced the colonel.
Sam closed her eyes and pressed her hand between Olivia's shoulder blades. "Am I late?"
Olivia said, "Well, considering your commute, I think we can excuse it." She stepped back and looked down at Sam's black dress. It was extremely low cut, showing off her cleavage. Her blonde hair was down on her shoulders and she was wearing make-up for maybe the first time since Olivia had met her. "Wow. Is this standard issue, Colonel?"
"You don't want to know where my dog tags are," Sam said. She kept her eyes on the crowd and quickly pecked Olivia's lips. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well. Come on, I want to introduce you to the rest of the team."
Introductions were made, Sam was offered a glass of champagne, and she and Olivia soon became separated in the crowd. Sam tried her best to mingle, but found herself at a loss with the police and law officials. She stopped by the makeshift bar between the living room and the kitchen and asked for a glass of champagne. As the glass was handed over, a woman to her left said, "I haven't seen you before..."
Sam turned and smiled at the other blonde. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and she wore horn-rimmed glasses. Sam said, "I'm just in town to accompany Olivia to her new assignment and she invited me to the going away party. Colonel Samantha Carter."
"Ah, the famous Colonel Carter," the woman said. "I've heard a lot about you." She extended her hand. "Gretchen Thomas."
Sam shook her hand. "Do you work with Olivia?"
Gretchen scanned the crowd. "No. I used to, though. A long time ago. I made a... career move. I'm in plastics now."
"Looks more like silk," Sam said with a grin.
Gretchen smiled. "Good one."
Sam shrugged and gestured at the bar. "Champagne?"
"No, I really shouldn't stay."
"Oh. Have you said hello to Olivia...?"
"No. I really probably shouldn't. I think it would be hard for her."
Sam looked at the woman's blonde hair, black-rimmed glasses and realized who she was speaking to. "Alex," she said softly.
The woman looked at Sam for a long moment and said, "No. Gretchen Thomas. It was a pleasure meeting you, Colonel."
"You too," Sam said softly.
She watched the blonde's figure slip away and disappear into the crowd. She left the bar and wandered through the crowd. She had almost finished her champagne when Olivia appeared at her elbow and dragged her across the apartment. "What?" Sam said. "Is everything okay?"
"Fine," Olivia said. She pulled Sam into a den and pressed her against the wall. She slipped her hands around Sam's waist and pressed herself against the colonel's body. Sam sighed into the sudden kiss, her hands finding the scooped-out back of Olivia's dress. She slid her hand inside and cupped the warm, naked flesh underneath as Olivia's tongue flickered against her lips.
When they parted, Olivia exhaled and whispered, "God, I needed that."
Sam brushed a few strands of Olivia's hair where it had gotten caught in her eyelashes. "Why didn't you come earlier so I could greet you more appropriately?"
"There was a situation on Atlantis," Sam whispered. "I left as soon as I could, and even that was pushing it."
Olivia's eyes dipped down to the low front of Sam's dress. "And why aren't you wearing underwear?"
"Because I'm an evil woman," Sam said. She kissed Olivia's lips and walked her backward. There was a couch in the shadows, and Sam pushed Olivia down onto it. Olivia looked up at Sam, backlit by the open doorway, and held her breath as Sam hitched up her dress. She straddled Olivia's legs, walked forward and sat lightly on her lap. Olivia could see the tops of Sam's stockings, just below the pale flesh of her thighs. They kissed and Olivia pushed her hands under the bundled material of Sam's dress and pressed her hands to the curve where Sam's legs met her hip.
"Someone might see," Sam said against Olivia's mouth.
"I'm leaving for another galaxy tomorrow," Olivia said. She kissed the flat part of Sam's chest and ran her tongue across it, just as she had imagined ever since Sam stepped into the apartment wearing it. "Let them watch."
Sam ran her fingers through Olivia's hair and said, "I've missed you."
Olivia sighed and used her nose to push aside the black cloth covering Sam's breast. She found the pink, erect nipple and ran her tongue over her lips. She took Sam's nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. She kneaded the fingers of her hands against Sam's hips and, soon, Sam was thrusting eagerly against Olivia.
Olivia leaned back against the cushions of the couch and swallowed hard. She took one hand out from under Sam's dress and put it in the small of her back. The other hand moved laterally across Sam's lap and found the damp patch of hair between her legs. She curled two fingers against the folds, stroked back and forth a few times until Sam's breath caught in her throat, and extended the two fingers into her.
Sam grunted and bowed forward. She dug her knees into Olivia's sides and rocked against her fingers. "Three?" Olivia breathed, and Sam nodded.
As Olivia slipped her ring finger inside, she extended her thumb and brushed Sam's clit. Sam gasped, "Oh, my God, Olivia..." And dug her fingernails into Olivia's shoulders.
Olivia kissed Sam's shoulder and glanced toward the door. Her heart skipped when she saw someone standing there, and her skin erupted in gooseflesh when she realized who it was. Alex looked different, but still the same. Same glasses, same blue eyes currently wide with surprise behind them. She looked like she was trying to say something but failing to find the words. They stared at each other for a moment, Sam thrusting unawares between the two former lovers.
After a long moment, Olivia leaned back and drew Sam's head to hers. Sam's eyes were closed, but she latched onto Olivia's lips eagerly. "I'm coming," she said against Olivia's lips.
Olivia sped up her fingers and let Sam's head rest on her shoulder again. When she looked at the door, Alex had vanished. Olivia ran her hands over Sam's back and held her as she came. When she came down off her climax, she kissed Olivia's neck and her the curve of her jaw. Their lips met and Sam brushed her fingers over Olivia's cheek. She pulled back and said, "You're crying."
Olivia forced a smile. "It's nothing. Kiss me."
Sam kissed Olivia's lips and held her for a long moment. "We should go before someone walks in and sees us," Sam whispered.
"Yeah." Olivia withdrew her hand and wiped the fingers on the throw pillow next to her. Sam rolled to the side and held her dress awkwardly in front of her lap. "Um. Bathroom..."
Olivia pointed to a door across the room and Sam said, "I'll see you back in the party."
"Okay," Olivia said. She watched Sam walk off, looked at the doorway to the living room and decided she would stay there, sitting in the dark, until Sam came back.
#
Outside in the street, the woman who had been called Alexandra and Emily and Gretchen stood on the sidewalk and let the night breeze dry her tears. She didn't feel betrayed, or angry or jealous. She was mourning the passing of something that, if she was honest with herself, had died years ago. Alex Cabot may have survived the hail of gunfire, but her relationship with Olivia had been the only real casualty that night.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. After a moment, there was an answer and Gretchen started walking. "Hey, Liz. It's Gretchen Thomas. Yeah. Yeah, it's been a while. Are you... doing anything later? No, nothing important. I just thought... maybe I could... drop by."
#
Her last morning in New York started just after five in the morning. Olivia woke when the first rays of light crossed her bedroom window. She rolled onto her back, her arm pinned under Sam's body, and looked at the ceiling. She was more aware, now, of her apartment's feel and smell. After years of living there, she was looking at it like a visitor would. The creaks, the cracks in the wall, the smell that she had never quite identified and hadn't noticed in at least five years all came flooding back in bright Technicolor.
She turned back to Sam, looping her arm around the Colonel's waist and drawing her close. She kissed Sam's shoulder and rested her cheek against the cool skin. She was close to falling back to sleep when Sam stirred. Sam put her hand on Olivia's wrist, spreading her fingers to completely encircle it. Olivia kissed the back of Sam's neck under the wave of her hair and said, "Hey," in a raspy-voiced whisper.
Sam moved Olivia's hand to her breast and turned to look at her. "Good morning." They kissed hello and Olivia squeezed her handful. Sam moaned and arched her back into the touch.
"I'm glad you stayed," Olivia said.
"Me, too."
"Do we have time for a shower before the plane?"
Sam grunted and reached for the nightstand. She picked up her watch and said, "We have time for one long shower."
Olivia sat up and let the blanket fall away from her breast. "Well, then, let's get to it."
#
There was something inherently sad about leaving the next morning wearing the party dress from the night before, so Sam borrowed a pair of jeans and a blouse from Olivia. She picked up the last of Olivia's bags and followed her downstairs. Olivia was keeping the lease on her apartment, just in case, but she stopped at the door and looked over the empty space. Sam stepped behind her and kissed the back of her neck. She laced her fingers together with Olivia's and whispered, "Do you need a minute?"
"No," Olivia said. Sam watched Olivia's face and thought about what it would be like having her on the base. It had been a trial getting the IOA to agree to have Olivia brought to Atlantis, but they had finally given in. Sam had argued they needed a civilian who could enforce civilian law on the base. Using military officers had worked up until now but there came a point when using soldiers as law enforcement started to look like martial law.
Finally, Olivia squeezed Sam's hand once and let it go. Olivia locked the apartment door and said, "So when is our flight?"
Sam pulled a communicator from her pocket and said, "Odyssey, this is Colonel Carter. We're ready."
Olivia's apartment was filled with a brilliant white light and, moments later, was completely empty.
end
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam Carter/Olivia Benson, Olivia/Alex past relationship
Word Count: 2,336
Category: PWP
SVU Spoilers: "Inconceivable"
Disclaimer: Neither Samantha Carter or Olivia Benson belong to me. Ergo, none of their supporting casts belong to me either. Atlantis isn't mine, New York belongs to no one in particular and I had nothing to do with forming the universes these two ladies originally hail from. They're just a fun place to play in.
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Never let it be said I don't cave to begging. :D I started to write a new Sam/Olivia story, but my muse jumped ship after I got to the Atlantis part of the story. But I had this section ready to go, and it's a very nice PWP on it's own. So rather than letting it sit and stew on my hard drive... I'm posting it for the first challenge in cross_my_heart. I love the idea of that group SO much, I want to see it thrive! They have Olivia Benson/Tempe Brennan PWPs, people! Run, don't walk! :D
Author's Notes 2: Set after SVU 9X13, "Inconceivable." In my continuity, since I saw none of it, "Conviction" didn't happen. Alex disappeared back into Witness Protection after "Ghost." There is a third crossover involved in this story, but I'm zipping my lips about the details. :D Continues my "Worlds Collide" series which is made up of:
* Give and Take
* From a Million Miles
* Two Days Grace
* The Sentries of the Heart
Summary: Olivia decides to cut ties to New York and take a chance with Sam in Atlantis.
Elliot lifted his glass and tapped a fork against the curved side. The apartment fell into silence and everyone turned to look at him. He cleared his throat and focused on the brunette in the green silk dress. He lifted his glass in a toast. "I'm not good at doing this one-on-one, so I'll just do it in front of all of you. Olivia... you're a great detective. The department is going to be less without you there. I wish you all the best in whatever the hell it is you're leaving us to do." Light laughter at this. "You were a hell of a partner. We'll miss you. To Olivia."
"To Olivia," the rest of the crowd repeated.
Olivia wrapped her arm around Elliot's waist and hugged him, pecking him on the cheek when she pulled back. "Thanks, El."
"It's going to be hell breaking in a new partner, you know."
"You'll make do," Olivia said. She looked around the room and tried to make her voice casual. "Have you seen her?"
"No," Elliot said. "I don't think she's going to make it. You know, they might not have even gotten the invite to her."
"Yeah," Olivia said softly. She took a drink of her champagne and said, "Thanks for throwing all of this together. It means a lot to me."
"Not like you gave us a lot of notice," he said. "But I think it'll do in a pinch."
Olivia nodded. She had finally handed in her resignation after the case at the fertilization clinic. She had snapped at both Elliot and Munch during the course of the investigation, not due to anything they had actually done, but because the case hit a sore point with her. She had been turned down for adoption due to the fact she was single and in a dangerous career. The adoption agent had stopped just short of mentioning Olivia's sexuality, but only because there was enough to deny her without it. She had been faced with the fact that her career was at a standstill, she would never get a chance to adopt a child... New York had suddenly started to feel like a prison to her. But she knew one place where she could make a difference. A place an unimaginable distance away...
Munch weaved through the crowd and Olivia reached out to take his hand. "Munch. Hey."
"Olivia." He hugged her and said, "Leaving to join some top secret military project." He looked at her over the top of his glasses. "You know what that's going to do to me, right?"
She laughed. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Munch. Take care."
"You too. If they offer you any little red pills..."
"I'll keep it in mind." She slipped past him and was moving to the front of the apartment when she heard the doorbell ring. It was barely audible over the sound of the party, but she changed direction and opened the door. Samantha Carter smiled when the door opened, and the expression changed to true happiness when she saw it was Olivia. "Sam. You made it." She stepped forward and embraced the colonel.
Sam closed her eyes and pressed her hand between Olivia's shoulder blades. "Am I late?"
Olivia said, "Well, considering your commute, I think we can excuse it." She stepped back and looked down at Sam's black dress. It was extremely low cut, showing off her cleavage. Her blonde hair was down on her shoulders and she was wearing make-up for maybe the first time since Olivia had met her. "Wow. Is this standard issue, Colonel?"
"You don't want to know where my dog tags are," Sam said. She kept her eyes on the crowd and quickly pecked Olivia's lips. "How are you?"
"I'm doing well. Come on, I want to introduce you to the rest of the team."
Introductions were made, Sam was offered a glass of champagne, and she and Olivia soon became separated in the crowd. Sam tried her best to mingle, but found herself at a loss with the police and law officials. She stopped by the makeshift bar between the living room and the kitchen and asked for a glass of champagne. As the glass was handed over, a woman to her left said, "I haven't seen you before..."
Sam turned and smiled at the other blonde. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and she wore horn-rimmed glasses. Sam said, "I'm just in town to accompany Olivia to her new assignment and she invited me to the going away party. Colonel Samantha Carter."
"Ah, the famous Colonel Carter," the woman said. "I've heard a lot about you." She extended her hand. "Gretchen Thomas."
Sam shook her hand. "Do you work with Olivia?"
Gretchen scanned the crowd. "No. I used to, though. A long time ago. I made a... career move. I'm in plastics now."
"Looks more like silk," Sam said with a grin.
Gretchen smiled. "Good one."
Sam shrugged and gestured at the bar. "Champagne?"
"No, I really shouldn't stay."
"Oh. Have you said hello to Olivia...?"
"No. I really probably shouldn't. I think it would be hard for her."
Sam looked at the woman's blonde hair, black-rimmed glasses and realized who she was speaking to. "Alex," she said softly.
The woman looked at Sam for a long moment and said, "No. Gretchen Thomas. It was a pleasure meeting you, Colonel."
"You too," Sam said softly.
She watched the blonde's figure slip away and disappear into the crowd. She left the bar and wandered through the crowd. She had almost finished her champagne when Olivia appeared at her elbow and dragged her across the apartment. "What?" Sam said. "Is everything okay?"
"Fine," Olivia said. She pulled Sam into a den and pressed her against the wall. She slipped her hands around Sam's waist and pressed herself against the colonel's body. Sam sighed into the sudden kiss, her hands finding the scooped-out back of Olivia's dress. She slid her hand inside and cupped the warm, naked flesh underneath as Olivia's tongue flickered against her lips.
When they parted, Olivia exhaled and whispered, "God, I needed that."
Sam brushed a few strands of Olivia's hair where it had gotten caught in her eyelashes. "Why didn't you come earlier so I could greet you more appropriately?"
"There was a situation on Atlantis," Sam whispered. "I left as soon as I could, and even that was pushing it."
Olivia's eyes dipped down to the low front of Sam's dress. "And why aren't you wearing underwear?"
"Because I'm an evil woman," Sam said. She kissed Olivia's lips and walked her backward. There was a couch in the shadows, and Sam pushed Olivia down onto it. Olivia looked up at Sam, backlit by the open doorway, and held her breath as Sam hitched up her dress. She straddled Olivia's legs, walked forward and sat lightly on her lap. Olivia could see the tops of Sam's stockings, just below the pale flesh of her thighs. They kissed and Olivia pushed her hands under the bundled material of Sam's dress and pressed her hands to the curve where Sam's legs met her hip.
"Someone might see," Sam said against Olivia's mouth.
"I'm leaving for another galaxy tomorrow," Olivia said. She kissed the flat part of Sam's chest and ran her tongue across it, just as she had imagined ever since Sam stepped into the apartment wearing it. "Let them watch."
Sam ran her fingers through Olivia's hair and said, "I've missed you."
Olivia sighed and used her nose to push aside the black cloth covering Sam's breast. She found the pink, erect nipple and ran her tongue over her lips. She took Sam's nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. She kneaded the fingers of her hands against Sam's hips and, soon, Sam was thrusting eagerly against Olivia.
Olivia leaned back against the cushions of the couch and swallowed hard. She took one hand out from under Sam's dress and put it in the small of her back. The other hand moved laterally across Sam's lap and found the damp patch of hair between her legs. She curled two fingers against the folds, stroked back and forth a few times until Sam's breath caught in her throat, and extended the two fingers into her.
Sam grunted and bowed forward. She dug her knees into Olivia's sides and rocked against her fingers. "Three?" Olivia breathed, and Sam nodded.
As Olivia slipped her ring finger inside, she extended her thumb and brushed Sam's clit. Sam gasped, "Oh, my God, Olivia..." And dug her fingernails into Olivia's shoulders.
Olivia kissed Sam's shoulder and glanced toward the door. Her heart skipped when she saw someone standing there, and her skin erupted in gooseflesh when she realized who it was. Alex looked different, but still the same. Same glasses, same blue eyes currently wide with surprise behind them. She looked like she was trying to say something but failing to find the words. They stared at each other for a moment, Sam thrusting unawares between the two former lovers.
After a long moment, Olivia leaned back and drew Sam's head to hers. Sam's eyes were closed, but she latched onto Olivia's lips eagerly. "I'm coming," she said against Olivia's lips.
Olivia sped up her fingers and let Sam's head rest on her shoulder again. When she looked at the door, Alex had vanished. Olivia ran her hands over Sam's back and held her as she came. When she came down off her climax, she kissed Olivia's neck and her the curve of her jaw. Their lips met and Sam brushed her fingers over Olivia's cheek. She pulled back and said, "You're crying."
Olivia forced a smile. "It's nothing. Kiss me."
Sam kissed Olivia's lips and held her for a long moment. "We should go before someone walks in and sees us," Sam whispered.
"Yeah." Olivia withdrew her hand and wiped the fingers on the throw pillow next to her. Sam rolled to the side and held her dress awkwardly in front of her lap. "Um. Bathroom..."
Olivia pointed to a door across the room and Sam said, "I'll see you back in the party."
"Okay," Olivia said. She watched Sam walk off, looked at the doorway to the living room and decided she would stay there, sitting in the dark, until Sam came back.
#
Outside in the street, the woman who had been called Alexandra and Emily and Gretchen stood on the sidewalk and let the night breeze dry her tears. She didn't feel betrayed, or angry or jealous. She was mourning the passing of something that, if she was honest with herself, had died years ago. Alex Cabot may have survived the hail of gunfire, but her relationship with Olivia had been the only real casualty that night.
She pulled out her cell phone and dialed. After a moment, there was an answer and Gretchen started walking. "Hey, Liz. It's Gretchen Thomas. Yeah. Yeah, it's been a while. Are you... doing anything later? No, nothing important. I just thought... maybe I could... drop by."
#
Her last morning in New York started just after five in the morning. Olivia woke when the first rays of light crossed her bedroom window. She rolled onto her back, her arm pinned under Sam's body, and looked at the ceiling. She was more aware, now, of her apartment's feel and smell. After years of living there, she was looking at it like a visitor would. The creaks, the cracks in the wall, the smell that she had never quite identified and hadn't noticed in at least five years all came flooding back in bright Technicolor.
She turned back to Sam, looping her arm around the Colonel's waist and drawing her close. She kissed Sam's shoulder and rested her cheek against the cool skin. She was close to falling back to sleep when Sam stirred. Sam put her hand on Olivia's wrist, spreading her fingers to completely encircle it. Olivia kissed the back of Sam's neck under the wave of her hair and said, "Hey," in a raspy-voiced whisper.
Sam moved Olivia's hand to her breast and turned to look at her. "Good morning." They kissed hello and Olivia squeezed her handful. Sam moaned and arched her back into the touch.
"I'm glad you stayed," Olivia said.
"Me, too."
"Do we have time for a shower before the plane?"
Sam grunted and reached for the nightstand. She picked up her watch and said, "We have time for one long shower."
Olivia sat up and let the blanket fall away from her breast. "Well, then, let's get to it."
#
There was something inherently sad about leaving the next morning wearing the party dress from the night before, so Sam borrowed a pair of jeans and a blouse from Olivia. She picked up the last of Olivia's bags and followed her downstairs. Olivia was keeping the lease on her apartment, just in case, but she stopped at the door and looked over the empty space. Sam stepped behind her and kissed the back of her neck. She laced her fingers together with Olivia's and whispered, "Do you need a minute?"
"No," Olivia said. Sam watched Olivia's face and thought about what it would be like having her on the base. It had been a trial getting the IOA to agree to have Olivia brought to Atlantis, but they had finally given in. Sam had argued they needed a civilian who could enforce civilian law on the base. Using military officers had worked up until now but there came a point when using soldiers as law enforcement started to look like martial law.
Finally, Olivia squeezed Sam's hand once and let it go. Olivia locked the apartment door and said, "So when is our flight?"
Sam pulled a communicator from her pocket and said, "Odyssey, this is Colonel Carter. We're ready."
Olivia's apartment was filled with a brilliant white light and, moments later, was completely empty.
end