#olivia benson x alex cabot

[aubvrns]

“Never Not Mine”

| SVU & Headcanons

Sypnosis — How would they react to you sulking because they have been ignoring your calls.

Note — Olivia Benson, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak, Melinda Warner // inspired by the loveliest, @ywnstrd !

(Female reader centered, no pronouns used!)

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Olivia Benson

• — Olivia would kneel down beside your bed and press kisses all over your hand, apologizing over and over again until you’d look at her.

• — She was not the most responsible person when it came to her personal cellphone. Everyone, especially the captain knew that. One time, Cragen found her phone on top of the coffee maker overheated.

• — This time, she left her phone in the bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t waterboarded.

• — When she realizes you are ignoring her, she would straddle your hips and place kisses all over your face just to get a reaction out of you. And once she does, she embarrassedly explains why she missed your calls.

• — “Casey rang it and found in on top of the toilet seat.” She whispers, “Hehe, sorry.”

• — And to make it up to you, Olivia would give her full attention to you by cuddling while you watch a movie unbearably inseperable from eachother. She would hold you, resting her head on your shoulder.

• — Not long enough, she falls asleep against it and you couldn’t help but laugh. You really needed to by her a phone charm next time.

Alexandra Cabot

• — She would go home with your favorite flowers, chocolates, and even the cardigan you didn’t realize was missing. You didn’t bother being mad anymore, you just shut your eyes and slept.

• — To be fair, it was 12 AM in the morning. And you didn’t have the energy to be mad at her for missing your calls.

• — Alexandra Cabot, the blonde insomniac who rarely sleeps properly, somehow found herself sleeping on her desk for three hours straight. While her phone was flooded of your calls, her back hurt.

• — She would try to call you back, but assumes you have up on waiting for her.

• — Alex would go to the nearest mall that was still surprisingly open and buy you the things that you like. Tell me why the woman bought a massager as well.

• — “I certainly deserve the back pain for sleeping in my office.” Alex says as you knead her back gently, bringing ease to her body.

• — She would hug you tightly, inhaling your comforting scent in the crook of your neck as she tells you why she missed your calls. She knew you were listening because she would tickle your sides and you would squirm everytime.

Casey Novak

• — Casey would open the door slowly to your room, smiling awkwardly as you ask why she hasn’t been picking up your calls. She could only smile, her cute dimples popping out.

• — She had left her charger at home with her phone running at thirty percent for the whole day. She tried to borrow one from Elliot, but he said he accidentally broke it trying to contemplate his anger.

• — So, it was a whole day of her praying to God that you did not call her out of your worry. Unfortunately, you did. About a million times.

• — She would distract you by huskily whispering compliments in your ear as you lean in her hug, a displeased but smiling expression lies on your face.

• — Casey would cradle you and you would just stay still, letting her do whatever the hell she wants with you. You were glad that she was home, and all that matters is that she is safe.

• — But you playfully roll your eyes as she jokingly starts to sing you a lullaby and coaxing you down on the bed as if you were a newborn baby.

• — “So, I forgot my charger. 😁”

Melinda Warner

• — Melinda would go home to you sleeping peacefully in your bed. She smiles to herself, adjusting your blanket further up your neck.

• — She got cozy. Changing her clothes, unpacking her work bag, and eventually joining you between the sheets.

• — Melinda wasn’t that sleepy yet, so she checks her phone for the first time today. She was confused why she didn’t have any notifications. Turns out, her phone was on do-not-disturb the whole time.

• — When she turns it off, your missed call notifications came flooding her phone to the point you were awaken by the sound of endless chiming. She was in shock, completely unaware that you’ve been calling her.

• — “I’m sorry, darling. I must’ve clicked DND on accident, I didn’t mean to miss your—”

• — You interrupted her by hugging her tiredly, just resting in her embrace. She closes her mouth, playing with your hair to bring you consolation for being alone without any updates.

• — She grins warmly, her eyes observing your peaceful features resting. Melinda met her own weary too, she has alot of making up to do in the morning.

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[ficsofabotchedmind]

What is lost, will always be found

Summary? No.

Warnings? Yes, but only a little; hurt/comfort, reader needing their moms, depression, feelings of abandonment, this was self indulgent.

Alex x Olivia x their kid!Reader

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Things had been going ok, but at the same time things were also going to shit. 

Y/n had been exhausted every day, putting on a mask of happiness, lying their way through everything. 

They sighed and thought as they walked to Olivia’s door, “Why did I agree to this dinner with mom and Noah? All I want to do is go home, curl up and cry. Although I should be grateful, at least they remember me and include me.” 

Knocking and hearing a ‘hold on!’ coming from inside, Y/n took one last shuttering breath and prepared the mask that they wore so well. 

The door swung open and there stood Olivia, Y/n’s adopted mother and one of the only people to genuinely love and accept them, and with a wide smile, “Sweet baby come here! I’m glad you could make it, come in!” 

As soon as they entered a smaller body collided with their own, looking down they could see a head of unruly curls and a wide smile, “Y/n! I missed you!” 

For the first time in days, the smile on their face became real, “I missed you too, Bud! How was your day at school?” 

Noah grinned even harder and pulled back, “It was good! We did an art project in class; I get to bring it home Monday!” 

Olivia smiled as she watched the interaction between her two children and walked to where Alex was, “They don’t even notice you yet, let’s see how long this will continue before you’re noticed.” 

Alex laughed quietly, “Deal, but I’m sure Noah can keep them busy for a while.” 

Liv giggled quietly and looked to Alex, “Thank you for coming back, Alex. Speaking of, have you given any thought to- “ 

Alex gave Olivia a look, “I still have my license, I never lost them but Olivia, if I do come back, keep Elliot away from me. Got it?” 

Liv pulled a face, somewhere between shock and humor from the looks of it, but said, “I will try my best, but you know we work cases with Organized Crime.” 

Alex sighed and was about to grumble but the timer went off, it was time to eat. 

Olivia and Alex bought everything to the table before Liv called everyone to eat, “Alright you two, let’s go. Y/n, can you hand me the glasses please?” 

Y/n smiled but as they turned around, their jaw fell open and there stood Alex Cabot in the flesh wearing a wide grin. 

Y/n felt a tear slip down their cheek and as they dove into Alex’s arms, they spoke softly, “Mama! Wha-what are you doing here?” 

Alex smiled and held them tight, “I’m coming home, I got sick of Florida, and I wanted to be near some of my favorite people, so I decided to move back home.” 

Y/n pulled back with tears and a certain look in their eye but before Alex could ask them what was wrong, Y/n pulled away completely and said, “Let’s eat!” 

Alex watched them carefully and then turned to make eye contact with Olivia confirming if she saw it as well and once Alex saw the look, they knew something was going on and now both women were suspicious. 

They would leave it alone until later, for now it was time to have some family bonding. 

Talking amongst each other and going about how their days were and what they all did, dinner quickly ended. 

Liv smiled at Noah and told him it was bedtime and to say goodnight to everyone but of course he didn’t want to go to bed yet but with one look from his older sibling, he compiled and told everyone goodnight. 

Liv gave Alex a look that told her to get started and she’d be back soon, and Alex complied, “So let’s go ahead and dive in, no bullshitting. How are you really, sweetheart?” 

Y/n faltered slightly with the dish in their hand, “I-uh I’m fine, why?” 

Alex sighed and put everything down, “Listen to me, I know I haven’t been here like I should have for quite a few years but I’m coming back and I’m going to be here and around you quite a lot. So, tell me now and I won’t have to use my lawyer skills on you.” 

Y/n took a shaky breath, trying to speak the truth but the burning lump in their throat wouldn’t cooperate and all that came out was a broken sob, quickly covering their mouth and turning into the arms that came around them, they let all the pain out. 

Alex held Y/n tightly, one hand on the back of their head and the other rubbing their back, “Let it out, little bear. It’s ok, I’m here. It’s ok.” 

Y/n cried hard into Alex’s shoulder, holding themselves close to her and let out a few broken words, “I’m so tired, mama. It’s so fucking hard.” 

Olivia heard those words as she came around the corner and immediately wrapped her arms around the two and held them, letting a few tears at the obvious pain their little bear was in. 

After a while Y/n pulled back, Alex and Liv had more questions but kept quiet and led them into the living room. 

After a while longer, Liv spoke but kept a tight grip on Y/n’s hand, “What’s going on, sweetheart? Tell us, please.” 

As a hand went carding through Y/n’s hair, they broke again and spilled it all, “When is it going to be me? Everyone is leaving me behind, moms! All that happens in this life for me is I help people, but when it comes to getting help in return, I get ‘I’m sorry, I’m busy’! When am I going to be placed first!? When am I going to get helped in return!? When is it going to be ME?” 

Alex and Olivia both felt tears streaming down their faces at the obvious pain and turmoil in Y/n’s voice, they could see clearly in their body language and their face how tired they were. 

Olivia immediately drew her eldest in for a hug, squeezing them tight, cradling them. Alex immediately came in behind and wrapped herself around the two, holding both Olivia and Y/n, they cried with their child. 

While Alex wasn’t legally Y/n’s other mother, she sure as hell thought of Y/n as her child as well and damnit, she was going to help bring the light back to their eyes. 

Sitting on the couch for quite a while letting Y/n get some of their pain out, Olivia spoke, “Listen to me, we may not be your friends or your coworkers, but we are your mothers and as long as we are here, we will never forget you. Little bear, neither of us care what time it is, where we are, what we are doing, come and find us and we will be there. Ok?” 

Alex made a noise of agreement, placed a soft kiss upon the back of Y/n’s and said, “Listen to your mom, she’s a wise woman. We’re here, sweetheart. We are here, we always will be.” 

Y/n made a noise of acknowledgment and nodded against Olivia, and they said in a broken voice, “Thank you, please never leave me.” 

Alex squeezed harder and said, “Never, we will fight to be here by your side for the rest of our lives. You are our child, we will never forget, never leave, and will always make time for you.” 

They continued to stay in their little pile they made for a couple more hours, keeping their child sandwiched between them and cocooned in safety. 

With Y/n drifting to sleep, the last thing they heard and felt was Olivia’s voice and Alex squeezing tightly, “No matter how far you roam, we will always find you. What is lost, will always be found.” 

Alex chimed in, “If we even let you out of our sight, you are our baby, and we swore to protect you. We love you, Y/n. Please never forget.” 

Drifting to sleep within the warmth and safety of their mom’s arms, Y/n was finally at peace. 

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Bonus: The next morning  

Y/n was groggy when they awoke, rubbing their eyes, raising up to find where the voices were coming from, they spotted their mothers locked in an embrace and made a slight face before speaking and scaring both women, “Ew but fucking finally, it’s about damn time and I would continue but I want more sleep, just don’t be too loud if you have sex. Two impressionable children in the apartment.” 

Both women gaped at Y/n and shook their heads while Y/n fell back asleep with a soft smile on their face and a soft huff of a laugh escaping their lips and thinking as they drifted even farther into sleep, “Fucking finally, it only took them 24 years.” 

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Alexandra ‘Alex’ Cabot Masterlist

Mommy… Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

One Shots

Late Night Submission ~Cabenson*

Daddy’s Bunny ~Daddy!Alex Cabot xFem Bunny!Wife!Reader ~Holiday Bingo*

Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot) [MATURE]

You Go Too Fast for Me ~Dom!Rough!Alex Cabot xFem Sub!Lover!Reader*

She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]

My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

Taking It From the Best ~Mistress!Narcissa Malfoy x EarlySVU!Alex Cabot xFem Pet!Younger!Reader**

Evidence of Obedience ~Sub!Alex*

Suspension Tension*

Tell Me What You Need ~Inexperienced!Shy!Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Soft!Dom!Reader*

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[novaksupremacy]

The Veiled Law of Attraction - Chapter 11

chapter surrounds the events of S6E16 "Ghost" Mostly angst, if not just 40 MS Word pages of the absolute angstiest angst that a lesbian could angst and like a small fluffy, almost smut but not really scene in between. I'm really sorry this took over a month to get to you, but I will make another post explaining why. <3

Pairing: Casey Novak x Olivia Benson, Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot, Alex Cabot x Casey Novak

Word Count: 9544

by PKJ aka @novaksupremacy

Read Part 10

The alarm went off and Casey shot up bleary eyed. Another night on the sofa in her office had left her with a stiff neck and a migraine. This was the kind of thing she used to rely on Olivia to help with, but she guessed she’d have to rely on some good old-fashioned over-the-counter pain relievers. She brought her hand up to rub the back of her neck when the door opened.

“Oh, I— I can come back.” Of course it would be Liv. Olivia “Haven’t Seen or Heard from Her Since She Left Her Key on The Counter” Benson.

Casey cleared her throat, “It’s fine, you need something?” She couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact.

The brunette held up the stack of files in her hand, “I just had to drop off these fives. I didn’t think you’d be here.” She looked over at the couch to see the blanket all sprawled out. “Casey did you sleep here?”

The redhead scoffed, “You don’t get to ask me that Olivia.” Her face went flush, her heart racing.

“I—I’m sorry you’re right.” The detective hung her head and turned to leave. She stopped right before she hit the doorway and turned around, “Casey, I—”

The ADA looked up at her, lip trembling, “You what? Led me on? Decided I wasn’t what you wanted?” Her face dropped, “Is this because I told you that you were my—”

“No of course not,” Liv interjected. “Casey I care about you more than you know and that’s why I left.”

“Olivia that doesn’t even make any sense. I thought I meant something to you. How can you say you care and then leave without a word. Not even an ‘It’s done’” the attorney felt a single tear roll down her face that she quickly wiped away.  

“Because the minute I saw you—” she walked towards Casey, it was clear she had been crying for a while. “I wouldn’t have been able to walk away. Please just know I’m doing this to protect you. Please.” The brunette wanted to reach out and grab her so badly and hug her until everything felt better, until all of the cracks and breaks in both of them healed. “I—I gotta get back.”

The redhead nodded and motioned towards the door. She looked down at her cold coffee from last night and sighed, rubbing her face. The counselor checked herself in the mirror of her office bathroom and brushed her teeth before locking up and heading out to the street towards the coffee cart.

“Large black coffee and a bagel please?” she said, the vocal fry from lack of sleep apparent.

“You okay Ms. Novak?” Paulo the coffee cart attendant asked her, “You sound like you might be getting a cold. Here.” He handed her a small container of what seemed to be some kind of soup, “On the house Ms. Novak.”

“No Paolo it’s okay I just didn’t sleep well, I’m fine I promise.” She tried to hand the container back to him, which he promptly dismissed and waved her off. “Thank you.” She mouthed with a small smile that made her dimple show.

“Casey?” She heard her name being called from the street. The redhead looked up to see Elliot walking towards her in his peacoat and newsboy hat. Shit. He jogged the rest of the way to catch up with her. “Hey Case,” he looked at her with sad eyes, not something she was used to from Stabler. He was usually so—stoic.

“Elliot don’t,” She didn’t know if he was going to try to defend Liv or tell her he was sorry, but she couldn’t handle either right now. As hard as she tried to fight it her lip jutted out and started to shake.

“Case,” he wrapped his arms around her, “Hey breathe kiddo, let’s go in your office okay?” She nodded and followed him inside. He closed the door behind them as she put her food and coffee down on her desk. Elliot sighed and leaned up on the arm of her sofa, “What happened?”

“I was hoping you knew?” she laughed sarcastically. “She’s “protecting me”.” She mocked Liv using air quotes.

“From what?” Stabler squinted.

“Fuck if I know. This all started when she put me in that chokehold—” Casey started to explain.

“She did what?!” Elliot jumped off the couch, jaw clenched, ready to tear into his partner.

“El stop it wasn’t like that.”

“Then enlighten me Casey because that sounds pretty bad.” The redhead could practically see steam coming out her friend’s ears.

“It was about two weeks ago with the Lucas Biggs case. She saw that storage locker and she was having a night terror. It scared me, I tried to wake her up and when I did she put me in a chokehold—but she was still sleeping El. Yeah, when I finally got her up, I freaked out for a minute, and I yelled but I know that’s not Liv.” She walked up closer to Elliot her arms folded and sighed, “but after talking to Avery she just kept talking about how she might be a monster, that some kind of switch might flip?” The ADA scrunched up her face.

Stabler grimaced, “That explains why she asked me if I was worried about how my kids would turn out.”

Casey still looked confused, “What do your kids have to do with this El?”

Elliot popped up and wrapped one arm around Casey and kissed her forehead, “It’s not my story to tell Novak. All I can do is try to get her to tell you. Okay?” He stepped back and placed his hand on the doorknob.

The attorney hesitantly shook her head, “Yeah, okay.” She choked out.

*****

After processing two crime scenes, the first the office building of Elaina Brevet, and second their home where her husband, Jason Brevet, was found brutally slain in much the same many. Tortured with slashed throats. Upon further investigation CSU found that Jason was tortured for the combination to the upstairs safe which according to O’Halloran’s new fancy technology was missing quite a large sum of money.

“The Brevet’s are financial managers,” Cragen briefed Liv and Elliot as they passed the holding cell and into the bullpen, “Now why not invest the cash? Money in a safe doesn’t earn interest.

“Maybe they were hiding it from the IRS?” Elliot suggested.

“Or their creditors,” Fin joined in from across the room, “I got the Brevet’s financials. Both houses mortgaged to the hilt. Credit card debt in the six figures. Maybe living large, they got in over their heads.”

Liv cocked her head, “Why not pay off their bills with all that cash?”

“Because then they would have to explain where it came from.” Munch called out from behind them as he hung up the phone. “I had the forensic accountants go over their books. Brevet Investments is nothing but a high ended pyramid scheme.”

Liv raised her eyebrows, “So all of those huge profits from the past year were phony?”

“Yeah,” Munch shrugged his shoulders, “they take the money from one client, pay another’s dividends, take the rest for themselves.”

“So,” Elliot pondered, “one of their investors got pissed off bad enough to kill em.”

Munch nodded, “yeah the kind you don’t want to piss off in Cali and Bogota.”

“Drug money?” Finch questioned.

“Yeah,” John sighed looking at the records, “and skimming it too, for one client in particular—for one company in particular too out of Vegas called Casa Vega enterprises.”

Finn creased his brow, “Drug lord finds out somebody’s ripping him off, he’d have to hit him quick to set an example.”

“Check with narcotics,” the captain chimed in. See if Casa Vega rings any bells.”

“You got it Cap,” Finn said grabbing his jacket as he motioned to Liv and Elliot, “I got a guy over there we can trust.”

As they head out Finn and Elliot lead the way chit chatting about different cases as Liv fell behind trying to get her arm in the sleeve of her jacket. “Oh, shit, sorry.” She muttered, timing would not be her friend in this moment. As she stopped Casey opened the door to her office and the two women just about collided. The redhead dropped the stack of paperwork in her arms. They both bent down trying to scoop up the mess, “Leave it to me to find another way to ruin your day.” She let out a half-hearted chuckle as she tried to make light of the awkward situation.

“Yeah, you’re uh, getting kind of good at that.” Casey teasingly chided, as she scooped up the rest of her papers. She caught a hint of Liv’s perfume, and her heart jumped into her throat. She missed her something awful and being this close to her was killing her. The smile faded from her face when she remembered she wasn’t really privileged to this familiar feeling with the detective, and she stood up. “I—have to get back to work.” The counselor cleared her throat and looked down, “Be careful out there.” She mumbled and disappeared back into her office. She leaned up against the other side of the door, clutching her files to her chest and began to sob. The tears rolled down the file jackets as she tried to stifle her cries.

Fin and Elliot watched the exchange from the end of the hallway as Olivia stood frozen in place, broken. The brunette could hear Casey crying and it was destroying her. She knew this was her own doing, but she couldn’t stop herself from still being in love with Casey.

“Something going on with the lovebirds?” Finn looked at Elliot with uncertainty.  

Elliot sighed and shook his head, “Liv called it off, Casey is devastated. I’m still trying to figure out what happened.”

“Awh shit, I was rootin’ for those two.” Finn said as the brunette walked up.

“Rooting for who?” The detective raised her eyebrow at her coworker as she approached, she pushed her jacket back to stuff her hands in her pockets.

“Uhh, Eddy Curry and Stephon Marbury, thought they were gonna take the lead in points this season.” Detective Tutuola spat out extemporaneously.

Liv pursed her lips together and nodded her head slowly as if she only half believed him. “We ready?”

*****

After meeting Mike at a diner he explained to them how the money laundering scheme for Casa Vega worked and how they get others to write checks for investments with sob stories and then pay the investor back with cash. After reviewing the list he recognized a name and decided to tag along for the questioning as a favor to Finn since he was familiar with the perp. Just as Mike had suspected she did in fact write checks to Casa Vega in exchange for cash but was more than willing to give up a name in exchange for lighter punishment for a family member doing time in Sing-Sing.

When they arrived at the apartment, Mike and Elliot kicked in the door. There was an eerie silence that is usually only found in an abandoned apartment.

“Guess no one’s home.” Mike shrugged as they began their sweep. “Senor Montoya! Policia!” He called out.

“Mr. Montoya! Police!” Liv called out behind him.

As they made it passed the threshold, Elliot peered over the couch to see a man and a woman lying face down, shot execution style. He leaned over to check for vitals. “Dead.”

Liv leaned over as well, “But not for long. The bodies are still warm.”

“In here!” Mike called out from the back of the residence.

Liv and El followed the sound of the narcotics detective’s voice to one of the bedrooms, where they found him standing next to a twin-sized bed. A small child lay with a pillow over their face. A gunshot burn visible in the pillow’s cover.

“Bastard kills a kid,” Mike said in horror, “doesn’t even have the balls to look at him.” He picked up the pillow to get a better view and assess the scene, revealing a small boy.

Liv looked away, but to everyone’s shock the child began to groan.

“He’s alive! Call a bus!” the narc exclaimed.

Stabler shook his head, “It’ll be faster if we take him in.” Mike nodded and scooped the child up and headed for the door.

*****

“Is he awake?” Liv asked after getting the all clear from the ER doctor that the child had survived. “We’d like to see him.”

The doctor nodded, “Right this way.”

Liv and Mike walked into the room quietly as possible, “Hey there,” she smiled at the little boy. “I’m Olivia, what’s your name?” she spoke softly.

The small child kept his face turned away from the detectives, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.

The brunette looked at her fellow detective as he stepped up next to her, “Maybe he doesn’t speak English? Why don’t you go ahead.”

“Hola.” Mike smiled, the boy hearing something familiar turned his head towards them. “Como te llamas?” The young child didn’t answer but rather stared blankly. The detective saw the chain around his neck and picked it up gently to examine it. “Ah, San Antonio. Es este tu santo?” to which the child nodded timidly. “His name is Antonio after the saint.” Mike told Liv and then smiled kindly at him.

“Antonio mi llamo Miguel, soy policia.” Sandoval placed his hand on his chest and leaned down to the boy.  

Antonio looked at him in a panic, “Mi mama y papa?”

Mike kneeled down next to him, “Bueno, Antonio…tu mama y papa.”

“Papa Dios se los llevo al cielo.”

Mike turned to look at Liv, “He says God took them to heaven.”

Liv pursed her lips, “Ask him why?” she encouraged.

“Porque Papa Dios hiz eso?” the narc detective inquired.

“Para salvarles el dolar. Porque le hizo dano a mi mama y papa.” Antonio replied, still barely speaking above a whisper.  

Mike translated for Olivia, “To save them their pain, he was hurting them. Quien Antonio?”

“El fantasma.” The boy answered.

Mike looked confused from the young boy to Liv, “He’s saying a ghost shot him…I think he’s still out of it.”

Liv’s beeper went off as he spoke, “Okay,” she sighs softly, “Stabler needs us at the ballistics lab.” She smiled empathetically at Antonio as she headed for the door.

Mike rubbed his arm, “Adios Antonio.”

*****

Stabler and O’Halloran already had quiet to compilation of evidence to present when Liv and Mike walked through the door. Elliot didn’t even wait for a greeting to start talking, “Ballistics results from the Montoya homicides, take a look.”

Liv squinted at the screen as Ryan began explaining what she was looking at, “On the left, the bullet taken from Mrs. Montoya. Three twists and a left groove. On the right, the slug taken from Mr. Montoya.”

The brunette looked at him slightly puzzled, “Same gun it would make sense that they’re identical?”

 “Yeah,” O’Halloran murmured preoccupied, “Now look at this.”

“It’s a perfect match.” Mike chimed in, “Same triple twist, is that the bullet from Antonio’s bed?”

“No.” Ryan answered sternly, his face contorted in concentration. “From an unsolved homicide.”

“What case?” Liv asked?

Ryan pressed a button on his keyboard to pull up the case file and the brunette woman’s blood ran cold. There she was— in the photo that was on her city issued ID, the one sitting buried in the bottom of a box in Liv’s closet along her ADA badge, Alex Cabot. A face and a memory she tried hard to push down whenever someone brought her up, too painful to keep reliving. A twist of fate.

“The Murder of Alexandra Cabot.” Elliot said out loud. Liv still lost in a trance.

“Who’s that?” Mike asked as the beautiful woman did not seem familiar to him.

Liv stared at Alex’s picture for a few more seconds and finally opened her mouth to speak, “Our old ADA.” She couldn’t seem to wipe the shocked expression off her face.

*****

Casey stood in the doorway to her office as the three detectives walked past, she wanted to try and grab Liv if only for a second, try and talk. She kept holding out that whatever had a death grip on Liv would soften and that they could fix things. She had also heard about Antonio and wanted to check on the child. “Hey Liv,” she muttered quietly, “You got a sec.”

Olivia didn’t even stop to look at her, her face paler than Casey had ever seen it, “Maybe later Case, I can’t right now.” And continued towards the bullpen.

Casey looked towards Elliot, “What’s wrong with her? She looks like she’s seen a ghost?”

Elliot stopped and sighed, “Something like that. The bullets from the Montoya homicides? They match an open case. Cabot’s case.”

The redhead’s face softened, “Oh.” she said breathlessly. She didn’t know the specifics of it all, but she knew they were close. She was also quite fond of Alex herself, they were a few years apart at Harvard and she started White Collar around the time Alex started as the ADA for sex crimes. She’d like to think what they had was akin to friendship.

“We’ll talk in a bit kid.” He nodded at her and squeezed her shoulder as he headed off towards the squad room.

Cragen was already adding Alex to the crime board, “Alexandra Cabot was prosecuting a rapist who worked for Cesar Valez the Norco baron. Valez ordered the hit on Cabot and blew up D.E.A. agent Tim Donovan, who was working the case with us.” He looked towards Stabler.

Elliot picked up from here, “Ballistics match to the weapon used in the Cabot homicide is our link between Velez and the Brevet-Montoya murders.”

 Liv felt like she was reliving the events of the Zapata case all over again. She wanted to vomit but instead cleared her throat to speak, “And we believe Elena and Jason Brevet embezzled a couple million dollars from Caser Velez. Sergio Montoya was working as their middleman. When Velez found out he was getting ripped off, he ordered the hit.”

Finn jumped in at this point, “And the hit man was good. He left zero forensic evidence at the Brevet and Montoya homicides.” He turned his eyes to Munch, giving him the signal it was his turn to contribute to this round robin rundown.

“Our best lead is the security footage from Brevet investments,” John stated, “We’ve excluded over two hundred employees, messengers and janitorial staff. We have about seventy-five subjects left to identify.”

“We got a lot of names,” the captain sighed staring at the board. “All the employees at Brevet Investments, everybody involved in the money laundering scheme. Somebody has got to connect back to the Cartel.”

The narc detective nodded as he soaked in all the information, “D.E.A. can help us out with that, their HIDTA computers are programmed to find links between cases.”

“Good.” Cragen retorted, “Get over to HIDTA. Run every name we got.” The captains eyes were somber as he looked over at two of his strongest detectives, he knew how close they were with Cabot. Hell, even he was warmhearted of the ADA. If they could finally get justice for her murder, he was going to make it happen.

“Yes sir.”     

*****

After a brief visit to HIDTA Liv, Elliot and Mike almost left empty handed until upon leaving Mike mentioned that the person they were chasing really was a ghost.

The technician turned around and said, “What’d you say?”

“Our kid witness,” Mike nodded, “said a ghost killed his parents.”

The HIDTA tech tilted his head, “Did he say it in Spanish? El Fantasma?

“Why that mean something to you?” Liv asked as she pulled her jacket back on.

“El Fantasma. The Ghost. Contract Killer. Liam Connors.”

*****

Liv and Mike went back to visit Antonio again to make sure he could identify The Ghost if he were to see him again. He could, at least he was pretty sure he could. Upon learning this they headed out to meet Elliot and see if they could locate El Fantasma.

“Munch just got something,” Liv said snapping her phone closed and walking towards Stabler and Sandoval. “Rent-a-car parked in a loading zone outside Brevet Investments got a parking ticket late Friday night.”

“Liam Connors rented the car?” Elliot said as he turned around and headed towards the sedan.

“No,” the brunette shook her head, “it’s a Bronx guy by the name of Doyle Shanahan. Fundraisers for the IRA in bars around New York.” She opened the passenger door while Stabler jumped behind the wheel and Sandoval swiftly slid into the back seat.

“Where can we find him?” Mike inquired.

“Works in a warehouse downtown.” Liv stated buckling her seatbelt hastily. Her partner pulled out into traffic as they took off on a Ghost hunt.  The three detectives burst into the warehouse to confront Shanahan, pressing him until he finally gave up Connors. While resistant, the minute he heard Connors had turned to the cartel he had no problem ratting him out.

“Fuel Depot. Over in Gowanus, on the canal.”

From there the race was on to capture Connors. The detectives sped to Jersey calling in backup along the way.

“Go! Go! Go! Go!” an ESU member yelled and slammed the door down with a battering ram.

As everyone rushed the building a man racing towards the stairs caught Liv’s attention. “Connors!” she called out to alert the team. Elliot and Mike took after the suspect on foot chasing him down along the canal as Benson jumped in the sedan. “We’re in pursuit of Liam Connors! Headed south along the canal! Headed south!” She hollered over the radio.

Liam managed to clock Stabler hard with a two by four knocking him off his feet and knocking the wind out of him before taking off. A miscalculated turn into a car lot got him jammed up as he was corned by Sandoval from one side and Olivia pulling up from the other in the sedan. Stabler catching his breath followed close behind and was able to with great satisfaction slap cuffs on Connors and place him under arrest.

*****

Connors was tossed into a line up where Antonio was able to identify him with ease. Afterwards Liam was taken to interrogation, he sat smug, convinced he was going home. Elliot smirked as he leaned down and let the Irishman know that they did have a witness and that he wasn’t quite as good at his job as he thought.

The idea was to arraign Connors as soon as humanely possible to keep him from hurting anyone else. Mike and Liv went pick up Antonio the next day from his relative’s on Staten Island to have him testify and get Liam on his way up to Riker’s before he even knew what hit him. Liv didn’t want to be bitter, but she was, she was reeling, knowing that Connor’s was the reason she lost Alex, but more presently the reason she’d have to see Casey in court. She’d have to see the hurt in the redhead’s eyes and on her face and she just wasn’t sure she could bare it.

****

 “Where the hell have you been?” Casey snapped as Liv and Elliot rushed into the courthouse.

“Being shot at.” Liv said faintly yet vexed.

The redhead’s face immediately softened to an expression of distress. “What.” She managed to croak out?

“There was a drive-by attempt on Antonio, one of the bullets nicked Sandoval and we ended up at Mercy.” Elliot sighed.

The ADA’s face dropped as she tried not to let her eyes well up with tears, she turned towards her ex-girlfriend, “Olivia I’m sorry.” she said almost breathlessly.

“It’s fine Casey, you couldn’t have known.” Liv shook her head, “We better get inside.”

The prosecutor hurriedly pushed open the swinging doors to Trial Part 22 and ambled towards the prosecutor’s table.

Preston looked particularly perturbed as the ADA and detectives entered the courtroom. “You’re late Ms. Novak, its 3:15.”

Casey dropped her briefcase onto the table and took a deep breath, trying to sound as professional as possible. “I’m sorry your honor I was in the Grand Jury. They just indicted the defendant on all counts.”

Kressler scoffed, “Fifteen minutes too late.”

“There was an attempt on the eyewitness’ life. I think witness tampering is grounds for an extension.” The ADA rolled her eyes at the defense.

Kressler threw his hands up in protest, “My client’s been on Rikers. He didn’t shoot anyone. And I’m betting you don’t have any proof of his involvement.” He wagged his finger condescendingly.

“So its just a coincidence Antonio Montoya was shot at on his way to testify against the defendant?” Casey argued, her lip curled in mild annoyance.

The opposing counsel chuckled and shook his head, “You can call it whatever you like. You still can’t connect Mr. Connors to the shooting of your witness.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Novak. I can’t grant an extension without proof of the defendant’s complicity in the shooting. The people have failed to meet the deadline. I’m ordering the defendant released until the trial.” Preston said apologetically as she banged her gavel.  

Connors nodded happily with a smirk that only a guilty man could wear.

Casey slammed her hand down on the table, “Your honor Conners is a flight risk. If you let him go we will never get him back.”

“I give you my word my client will make all of his court appearances.”  

“I would like something stronger than his word.” Casey retorted. Connors watched her with a clenched jaw as she demanded Preston hold him.

“I’m sorry. You’re free to go Mr. Connors.” The judge said bluntly with a bang of the gavel.

The defendant stood up and shook Kressler’s hand as Liv and Elliot hung their heads in disappointment. Elliot nodded and stood up. The ADA looked sternly at her friend, “Arrest him.” She spat out. Connors looked over in shock. “Your honor, my detectives are here to re-arrest the defendant.” The redhead stated with confidence.

“On what charges?” Kressler exclaimed incredulously.

Casey looked Preston dead in the face, “The murder of Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot.” Stabler’s face dropped as he looked over at Olivia with panic.

“Your honor this is a blatant attempt to unlawfully detain my client!” Roger protested.

“Save it counselor, Alex Cabot was a friend of mine. I’ll see you both at arraignments.” Preston stood up and exited to her chambers.

                The redhead nodded at Judge Preston then shot Kressler a look as if to let him know she had his ass in a sling.

                Elliot snarled as him and Olivia stepped forward to cuff Connors. He scoffed at them, “You can’t prove I killed her, and the dead can’t talk.”

*****

“What the hell are you people doing?” Agent Hammond demanded as he stormed into Cragen’s office.

Don turned around when he heard the familiar voice, “Agent Hammond, most people knock first.” he said slyly.

“You should’ve called me before your detectives arrested Liam Connors for the murder of Alex Cabot.” Hammond growled.

The captain stepped towards the marshal, his patience wore thin. “Connors blew up one of you agents! I didn’t expect flowers, but I thought you’d be pleased.”

“Connor’s goes to trial,” he scoffed, “I’m called to testify. What am I supposed to do?”

“Your job.”

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I just came to tell you that you’re on your own. I’m not gonna ruin my career by committing perjury.” Hammond shook his head, eyes narrowed on Cragen. “Do we understand each other Captain?”

Cragen tilted his head, perplexed but then a sudden realization hit him, “She’s alive. You son of a bitch, you stashed Alex in witness protection.”

Casey was on her way to Cragen’s office as he voiced this to the older agent. She stopped in her tracks and leaned up against the wall outside the door, her heart pounded, her head got dizzy. She felt like she was going to be sick or pass out, while it was never confirmed she felt like she lived in Alex’s shadow—both at work and with Olivia. She stood there for a moment and continued to listen.

“You didn’t know.” Hammond said in shock, “They didn’t tell you.”

The ADA didn’t even wait for Cragen to come out of his office and blow a gasket, she was going to blow it for him. She stormed down the hall as Elliot and Liv were coming back from getting lunch, “You and you.” She jerked her head motioning at each of them, “MY office, now.”

Both detectives stopped in there tracks and looked at each other confused.

“NOW.” The redhead reiterated and urged them to follow her. “What the hell were you two thinking, you hung me out to dry out there. We work together, you should’ve trusted me,” Casey closed the door to her office as she scolded Elliot. “And we—” she looked at Liv and started to choke up, “you should’ve told me.” she said quietly. “What did you think I was too green? Too fragile to understand? Did you think you needed to protect me from that too?” Her voice began to strain.

“Hey c’mon Case, let’s not do this?” Elliot tried to mediate.

Casey bit her lip and nodded before running her tongue over it to self soothe and walked to grab some files off her desk.

Liv hung her head, she knew the ADA was right.

“I’m going to need both of you back in here first thing tomorrow so we can figure out a way out of this mess you’ve created and dragged me into.”

“Case—I’m” Liv started to reach out.

“Save it, just be here tomorrow. I’ll do my best to save all of our asses.” Casey shook her head in annoyance. She turned her body and brushed passed the brunette as she left her own office in search of Cragen.

*****

Cragen and Hammond pulled up in a small beater car to a quaint house on a quiet block. Wisconsin was so—suburban. As the two men got out of the sedan and approached the door, Cragen went to knock, only for the door to swing open and a familiar face to greet him.

“What happened?” Alex Cabot asked, her blue eyes and face furrowed in concern. She ushered the men inside as Hammond did another quick sweep to make sure they weren’t followed.

After giving his old friend a brief synopsis of what had transpired in court the day before, he looked at her and exhaled, “I’m only sorry the bastard won’t have to answer for what he did to you.”

“Oh, he will.” The blonde stated without even skipping a beat. “I want him charged with my attempted murder.” Her eyes searched for a reaction from Hammond.

“You’d have to go back to testify, that’s stepping right into the crosshairs.” The marshal protested.

“For years,” Alex cut him off, “I convinced victims to face their attackers. Now its time for me to step up.” She emphasized.

“Your testimony won’t help the case, you can’t ID Connors as your shooter.” Cragen interjected with growing concern. “Alex—if you go back, they will try and kill you again.”

The stunning attorney’s mouth hung agape a moment before she spoke, now in a softer, much less argumentative tone, “I have lost—my home, my job, my friends.” Her voice cracked— because what she wasn’t saying was that she also lost her love. “My mother died, and I couldn’t go to the funeral. Liam Connors is not going to take my conscience too.”

*****

Elliot sighed, “Are we gonna need lawyers?” He paced back and forth nervously in Casey’s office the next morning. He had no idea how to get them out of this, he’d stayed up all night racking his brain and couldn’t come to a single conclusion.  

“I hope not,” the redhead said picking up some case files from her desk. She smirked and looked towards the door as it opened.

Liv and Elliot turned around to find a familiar face smiling back at them.

“Alex.” Liv whispered. Casey’s gut jolted, she knew that tone, but by G-d she wished she didn’t.

Elliot smiled in surprise, “You didn’t have to come back.” He looked between her and the Marshal behind her.

“Well who else is gonna get you out of trouble,” the blonde grinned and folded her arms.

The redhead sighed, scooping up a mountain full of paperwork, “Before everyone gets reacquainted they’re waiting for us in court.” As she walked out Elliot studied her mannerisms, there was something different. He could tell as sad as she was about Olivia there was something that shifted in the young ADA’s body language when Alex entered the room. Elliot smirked softly to himself.  

*****

Later on that afternoon, after Liam Connor’s had been reindicted on attempted murder as opposed to murder one, Antonio and Detective Sandoval sat in Casey’s office across from her and the office’s former resident—Alex.

“I’m really scared,” Antonio said shakily, “I don’t want to see The Ghost. He gives me bad dreams, he says he’s going to kill me.”

                “He had a nightmare last night,” Mike frowned. “The Ghost had a gun in the courtroom.”

                Both Alex and Casey cast an empathetic gaze on the small child. Casey pursed her lips and nodded at Antonio as the blonde listened intently. “Well, that sounds like a really scary dream.” The younger ADA said gently to the little boy.

 Alex watched her intently, her mind wandering to how caring Casey was with the child. She must have fit it instantly with SVU, she’s got a knack for this.

The redhead turned towards her and smiled sweetly, almost searching for approval as she spoke, caught off guard at the way Alex watched her. “But, you know what Antonio? The ghost doesn’t have a gun anymore. ‘Cause the police took it away from him.” The older woman immediately tore her blue eyes away when they locked with Casey’s and focused back on Antonio.

“I know,” the little boy said in a small, sad voice. “Mike told me—but I still don’t want to go to court.”

Casey bit her lip nervously, there was no shot of this case going forward without Antonio’s testimony, but she had no idea how to convey that without unfairly voicing her frustrations to the young boy.

Alex took a deep breath, “I got shot, just like you.”

 The younger ADA stared at the former counselor in awe, the way she had just been perceived by her a few moments before.

“By the ghost?” Antonio crumpled his brow.

“Yes.” The blonde nodded, “And I have to go to court too.”

“Are you scared?”

Alex smiled reassuringly, “A little. I get scared that he might try and hurt me again. But then I remember that I have friends to protect me, just like you do,” she nodded her head towards Sandoval, “and it makes me feel safe.”

“I wish my mom was here.” The boy looked down at floor, melancholic.

Mike frowned, “I’ll keep working with him. Come on, ‘Tonio.” He led the boy by the shoulder out of Casey’s office.

Casey took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows at Alex in shared frustration as closed the door and turned around.

“We should keep preparing my testimony.” The slightly older woman nodded, a far off look in her eyes.

The redhead should her head assuredly, “You know, we’ve gone over all my questions. I think you’re ready.” She knew Alex had to be exhausted and pushing too far could end up burning her out rather than helping.

Alex looked up as she snapped out of her daze and looked directly into Casey’s hazel green eyes, “Are you?” She said, more pointedly than she intended. 

The counselor let out a small breathy scoff, her eyes grew a little dimmer, as she tried not to let it show that she was hurt. After all, she’d always looked up to Alex. Instead she opted to tilt her head and give the blue-eyed woman a knowing smile, as if to say I won’t let them hurt you.

The blonde’s face softened, she grimaced, “Casey I’m sorry. That was…out of line.”

“It must be hard to be on that side of the desk.” Casey nodded for a few seconds and then voiced softly. She tilted her head empathetically at the blonde.

“Yeah, especially when the gorgeous woman they hired to replace me is sitting on the other side of it.” She smiled, “and from what I hear she’s just as good at the job if not better.” She took her glasses down from her face and looked at the redhead.

Casey was blushing, trying not show that she was flustered, and failing miserably at it. “I—thank you Alex, that’s sweet.”

“I don’t want to go back to the hotel yet, do you mind if we just pretend we’re still working?” Alex came and sat down next to her on the sofa leaning on her elbow, positioned against the back of the sofa.

“Hey fine by me,” the redhead pulled out a bottle of scotch from next to the couch and placed it on the table with two glasses, “You drink?”

“No,” Alex shook her head, “Pour me a double.” She smirked. “So, do you like Special Victim’s? Last I heard you were in White Collar right?” she asked picking up the glass and taking a sip.

“It’s growing on me,” Casey chuckled, coddling the glass between her hands. “My first case made me try to fight Branch on the placement.” She pulled her feet up onto the couch underneath her.  “But then…” she trailed off.

“Then? Well don’t leave me hanging.” The blonde teased.

“I met someone, and that helped make it easier—for a while.” Casey’s expression got sad, the emotion in her voice, raw.

“What happened?” Alex spoke softly, almost in a whisper, a note of concern in her tone.

“She left me,” the redhead cleared her throat, “suddenly too. No warning, I thought we were happy, but something spooked her. She said she was afraid she couldn’t promise me a future. Something about a switch that might flip,” Casey’s voice trailed off as she stared into nothing, “I never did quite figure out what she meant by that.” She finished the whiskey in her tumbler and poured another, offering another to Alex.

“Was it serious?” Alex was staring into the younger ADA’s green eyes, trying not to focus on the attractive woman’s lips as she spoke.

“I thought it was, I almost thought she might’ve been the one.” She took a sip and shrugged. “But then I came home one day to her key on the counter and her toothbrush missing from the bathroom. I was so in love with her,” she paused, “but I never found a way to tell her.” She swallowed off the rest of the glass and put it down on the table. “I should probably not drink anymore of that tonight.”

“For what it’s worth Casey, whoever this woman is? Her loss. You’re a beautiful woman, a talented litigator, and if I have to hear Elliot tell me how good at softball you are one more time I’m going to beg them to stash me back in witsec.” She giggled, a little tipsy and put her glass down on the table next to Casey’s. She leaned forward and brushed the redhead’s hair away from her face. “You’ll find someone who will treat you the way you deserve.”

Before Casey even realized what she was doing she leaned in and kissed Alex, who leaned into it kissing her back. It went from soft and delicate to heated in a matter of seconds. Alex pushed the younger woman back against the couch and wrapped her hand around the back of her neck, kissing her feverishly, pulling at her lip. Whiskey and sin between them. She knew there was a security detail outside of the door, so she tried her best not to breath too loudly. She slid her fingers down into Casey’s slacks and started to tease her, rubbing her over her underwear as the redhead tried to stifle the sighs and gasps.

“Alex,” she whispered, “we shouldn’t.” Her heart and her brain told her this was a terrible idea, but her body had already made its decision. “Oh, Alex.” She pulled the blonde’s lower lip, smirking as she dragged her teeth across. “Mmm.” Her head was spinning.

The blue-eyed attorney melted at the way Casey said her name, a name she hadn’t heard in so long. She was about to take the encounter further when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, it’s Liv I’m just making sure everything is still okay in there.”

“We’re fine,” Alex called out “just finishing up some last-minute testimony questions.”

“Okay great, just let me know when you’re ready.” The brunette called through the door.

Casey’s body language changed the minute she heard it was Liv at the door. She felt sick. A wave of guilt washed over her. They weren’t together but her heart still belonged to Olivia.

“Hey you okay?” Alex looked at her, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” The ADA tried to play it off but almost immediately grabbed the trashcan and hurled into it. “Oh god this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry Alex.”

“Hey, hey, shhh another time.” She rubbed the redhead’s back, “are you…okay? You didn’t really drink that much. You were fine until—was it something I did? I’m sorry you kissed me, and I got carried away.” She blushed.

“No, no Alex it wasn’t anything you did, you’re wonderful.” She glanced at the door and then down at the trashcan. When she leaned over the small gold chain fell loose from her shirt.

 Alex squinted and then it clicked, and the blonde’s face tempered. She sighed and looked at Casey sympathetically, “It was Liv, wasn’t it?”

The redhead looked up at her bleary eyed, head still over the trash, “I—don’t know where it went wrong. And I’m so sorry, I just ruined the moment. I find you very attractive, I just heard her voice and…”

“Hey, it’s okay, another lifetime maybe.” She consoled and held her to her chest. “You’re still in love with her aren’t you?”

“It’d be so much easier if I wasn’t.” the redhead sobbed.

“I get it, I was in love with her once too. She’s hard to get over.” Alex said, rubbing her hand up and down Casey’s arm. “But back then we were both deep in the closet and then I ended up in witness protection, so it all ended up a very depressing moot point.”

“I always figured there was something between you two, she wouldn’t talk about it. Then again I thought you were dead, so I never pushed.” She gave a halfhearted laugh.

Casey stepped away for a minute into the ensuite bathroom to get herself cleaned up and brush her teeth, mouthwash, etc.

 When she came out she found Alex leaning next to the door. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I am really sorry for ruining the evening.” The redhead furrowed her brow and frowned.

Alex put her hands on her waist and pulled her close until their faces were almost touching. “If you ever find yourself in another lifetime, I hope you’ll think of me.” She laid a gentle kiss on Casey’s lips and then pressed her forehead to the younger woman’s.

“Could be a while?” the redhead joked and gave a half-hearted smirk.

“Something tells me it’s worth the wait.”

*****

“I wish these windows opened, I want to smell the city.” Alex whined as she looked out on to the financial district below.

Liv chuckled, “You mean the, uh, rotting garbage and diesel exhaust.”

The blonde craned her neck and rolled it against her shoulders, it was hard to keep to her voice from breaking, “Wisconsin is so quiet at night. Sometimes when I get homesick, I hum the Mister Softee song.” She pouted as a small smile crept across her face.

The brunette laughed through her nose and scrunched her mouth to the side. She leaned her back against the large glass window and looked at Alex. It had been a very long time since she had seen her at all let alone like that, her guard down, without the power suit armor she wore to court—just sweatpants and a soft top. Olivia stared at the strands of hair that fell and framed her ex-lover’s face, everything about it familiar. She started to tear up, both out of a sense of what they had once and out of shock that in that moment when it would be so easier to fall back into past patterns—all she could think about was Casey.

“Well—you making any friends?” Liv asked quietly, her voice pained.

Alex grimaced and let out a sad chuckle. “There’s a claims adjuster, at the insurance agency where I work. We’ve been seeing each other.”

Liv smiled, her levies in her eyes were about to breach. “Good.” She whispered.

“He’s a good man, he thinks I’m from Tulsa. And when we’re in bed at night he whispers my name… ‘Emily’” her blue eyes turned down to the floor.

“It’s hard being someone you’re not,” Liv placed her hand on Alex’s arm.

The blonde turned her attention away from the window towards the brunette and let out a frustrated sigh, “Olivia, what are you doing?”

Liv pulled her hand away, “I’m sorry I wasn’t trying anything.”

Alex chuckled, “That’s not what I meant, I meant what are you doing?” The detective looked at her puzzled. “That girl is crazy about you. You know that right?”

The brunette hung her head, her voice got quiet, “I know that.” She looked up into Alex’s familiar blue eyes, “How is it you know that?”

“I haven’t been gone so long that I don’t know how to read people. The amount of pain in Casey’s eyes when she heard your voice outside that door. Olivia you broke her heart. What I don’t get, is why?”

“Things just don’t work out sometimes.” Liv shook her head and looked down at the floor.

“That’s a load of crap Olivia and you know it,” she put her hands on Liv’s shoulders and leaned down in attempt to get her to look up at her, “Hey, look at me. Why don’t you just tell her the truth? Tell her why you’re so afraid.” Both her and the brunette had tears in their eyes. “You know you’re not broken right? Olivia there isn’t an evil bone in your body.”

The brunette had tears freely falling now, “You don’t know that. I want to believe that, but I can’t stop thinking, what if we had kids? I know she wants them, we’ve talked about it. What would I pass on? What if something snaps in me and I hurt her or our potential child? It’s safer to break her heart now.” She wiped her tears away and shook her head.

“Liv, you are not your genetics, you and I have proved that in court time and time again. Don’t miss a chance at happiness over this.” She hugged her and kissed her forehead holding her lips there for a few seconds, “Or because of anything else.” She whispered.

“I’ll always love you Alex and I hope that you and I will always be a part of each other’s lives,” her voice cracked as she spoke, “but Casey, I’m so in love with her and I’m afraid it’s way too late. I really screwed up.”

“It’s not Liv, trust me.” She pulled her into a tight hug. “And I’ll always love you too and will always be your friend. No matter what.” They embraced for a while until Alex pulled back and looked at Liv caringly, “Tell her.”

“Thanks Alex. We need to get some sleep because tomorrow is a big day.” She kissed Alex softly, it wasn’t a pass, it was just a thank you for being you. “I’ll take the couch.”

The blonde stopped in the bedroom doorway and looked behind her, “By the way not only can I read body language, but I also know your badge number, Benson. She’s still wearing it.” 

The next morning Alex was up before the sun, pacing around, trying not to break out in a sweat. Her nerves were definitely getting the better of her. In her furious pace she accidentally bumped the table which clanked her spoon in her coffee cup. Liv shot up on the couch gun in hand.

“Sorry,” the blonde grimaced, “Just me. I wasn’t watching where I was walking.”

The detective bolstered her weapon and rubbed her eyes, “You okay?”

“No,” Alex shook her head, “I can’t stop thinking like a prosecutor.” She took a deep, ragged breath, “Connors is going to sit in that courtroom tomorrow, looking like a choir boy.”

Liv shook her head in agreement.

“He’s going to charm the jury with his Irish brogue, and—and I have to make them see who he really is. But—” She buried her face in her hands and then threw them up in exasperation and Liv walked over to her bag.  “I don’t even know what makes him tick!”

“Alex—” the brunette handed the blonde a DD-5, “you didn’t see this file.”

****

                Casey tried to maintain her composure as she questioned Alex on the witness stand, trying not to think about the fact that twelve hours ago the blonde was sliding one of the delicate hands, now neatly folded in her lap, down the front of her slacks. “Finally, Ms. Cabot,” she locked on to blue eyes, placing her hand gently on the corner of the witness box, “would you describe to the jury what happened after you were shot.”

                Alex searched Casey, not able to maintain eye contact, her eyes traveled to her chest, what she would have given to listen to her heartbeat for just another minute. She tried to regain her composure, her eyes now searched the redhead’s full lips as she spoke. “I woke up in the hospital,” she started finally staring back into the ADAs hazel green eyes, “The marshals were there. They told me that I was dead, officially, and that the only way they could keep me alive was in Witness Protection.”

                “Thank you,” Casey smiled, trying not to give in to Alex’s stare. “Your witness.” Her face dropped as she turned towards Kessler.

                “That sounds like quite an ordeal,” Roger said as he stood up, “I think we’re all very moved by your experience.”

                “Do you have a question?” Alex annunciated and practically rolled her eyes at her old sparring partner.

                “Only one.” Kressler spat back, “Did you see my client shoot you?”

                “I saw his gun aimed at my heart.”

                “Please Ms. Cabot, just answer the question.” She could hear Kressler tell her this, but her eyes were locked on Connors. His eyes deadpan, lifeless stared back.  “On the night you were shot, did you see Liam Connors anywhere near the vicinity?”

                “No but he’s a coward. He likes to run away.” She smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing, it was like something reignited in her blood, a second nature. “Did you leave a family behind in Ireland, Mr. Connors?” The volume of her voice spiked.

                “Your honor—” Roger voiced in displeasure.

                “Ms. Cabot, please.” Preston urged her to stop.

                “You have absolutely no idea who shot you, do you?” Kressler’s tone started getting aggressive.

Casey furrowed her brow at Alex—What the hell is she doing, gunning for a mistrial? Don’t blow this Cabot.

                “Oh, I have an idea. It’s the kind of man who likes to rape a woman to make her talk.” The former prosecutor retorted, Liam’s face contorted in anger.

                “Let me rephrase, did you see Liam Connors shoot you?” Roger stepped forward putting emphasis on each word as he spoke.

                “No but I know it was him.” Her teeth gritted.

                “Objection your honor!”

                “It takes a lot of balls to shoot an unarmed woman and a sleeping child! Too bad your aim wasn’t a little better.”

                Liam stood up, his rage bubbled over, “You think you’re safe? They know where you are! You should’ve stayed dead!” he shouted as four court officers wrestled him back into his chair.  

                “Enough!” Preston raised her voice, “We’re in recess until Mr. Kressler can control his client. You may step down Ms. Cabot.”

                Casey’s eyes went back and forth between Connors and Alex, she smirked at Alex’s mad grab and how she couldn’t believe it actually worked. Hammond jumped up to follow Alex out of the courtroom.

*****

                Casey closed her eyes and held her breath as the verdict came back. A smile spread across her face as all counts came back guilty. Relief weighed heavy on Alex as she heard Liam Connors convicted on her attempted murder, something he had said earlier gave her the weary feeling that this wasn’t over.  

*****

                Elliot wrapped his arm around Novak as they walked down the hallway with everyone on the way to celebrate the conviction in her office.

                “Guilty on all counts.” She smiled quietly, she was proud of herself even if she knew the tipping point was actually the stunt Alex pulled.

                Stabler could still the sadness in her eyes surrounding recent events, “I never doubted it would be anything else.” He smiled at her like an impressed older sibling, she smiled back, thankful for him as he steered her into her office.

                “Let’s get this party started.” Liv smiled as she came through the other door holding two bottles of champagne and handed one to Mike.

                “Ooh, that’s what I’m talking about,” He smiled and brought the bottle over to the desk to crack it open.

                Liv looked over at Elliot and Casey laughing and teasing each other. She missed the fiery redhead, the way she smelled after a shower, the way it felt to hold her against her chest after a long day, the way her kiss tasted.

                “Alex knew just how to push Connors’ buttons,” Cragan brought her back from her thoughts.

                “She’s a great prosecutor.” The brunette shrugged, nonchalant.

                “And you gave her the ammunition.” He said softly.

                She was taken aback by his comment and stayed silent as Mike handed her a glass of champagne.

                “Don’t let me drink too much,” Casey teased Elliot, “Penalty face starts first thing in the morning.”

                “Slam dunk,” Stabler waved her off, “Live a little tonight.” He heard a noise from the hallway, “Is that her? Is that her?” He said in a hushed but excited tone.

                Everyone held up there champagne to toast Cabot as she walked through the door, smiles on all of their faces. Casey tried to quickly make herself more presentable, maybe with all of this behind them, she could see if Alex wanted to try again, maybe this time without the crying and the throwing up into the trashcan. However, smiles quickly turned to confusion as the only person who came through the door was Agent Hammond.

“Where’s Alex?” Liv asked, a sullen tone in her voice.

“Marshals are moving her and Antonio to new identities. She asked me to say goodbye.” His eyes moved from Liv unto Casey. The only person Alex had actually asked him to say goodbye to.

The redhead chewed her lip nervously as nodded, she understood the weight behind his look. As everyone turned to each other in shock he made another eye motion from Casey to her office couch. She furrowed her brow, this one she was unsure about. The nights festivities continued however bittersweetly.

“Goodnight,” the ADA sighed as Elliot hugged her and was the last one out the door. She closed it behind him and flopped back onto the couch only to jolt forward again. Her back had hit something hard, and it startled her, for a second she panicked that she may have become the new target of Connors’ and the cartel. She reached back behind the pillow and put her hand on something smooth and glass. Upon pulling it out, she found it was a significantly sized bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label with a note attached.

Casey crinkled her forehead and tilted her head in curiosity as she opened the note which read: “For another lifetime. -A”

She couldn’t help but smirk, “Maybe so, Cabot. Maybe so.” She smiled to herself and held the note to her chest when the door swung open. The redhead sat up startled to find a distressed Olivia “Really Poor Timing” Benson standing in her doorway, one hand palming the doorframe, the other hand palming the handle.

“Can we talk?”   

[buzziightqueer]

Three's Company

that one fic where i went lowkey crazy and wrote them all getting freaky

warnings: smut, hair pulling

5.2k words

Alex loved the rain. She loved the way it pattered against the windows, creating soft white noise for her to tune out the world. A time when Alexandra Cabot could be fully relaxed was rare, but the rain got her a step closer. 

She sat on the couch, curled under a blanket, reading her latest case file. Typically she would move to her desk or the dining room table, but she just couldn’t resist the cozy atmosphere of the den in the darkened rainy glow. Her cat, Arthur, sat atop the other half of the large file stack she’d been sorting through for the past hour. If he wasn’t cleaning himself, he was swatting at the tassels on the knitted throw. 

Alex’s vanilla candle burned, creating a calming warm smell that contrasted with the cool tones reflecting from the window. Even though her work was anything but, she felt light and at peace. The quiet was… too quiet, though. 

The door burst open, immediately ending her leisure time. 

“Jesus Christ!” A voice called. Casey Novak walked into their shared apartment soaked to the bone. “It’s pouring buckets.” 

“Pouring buckets?” Alex questioned, looking up from her files, chuckling. 

“Yes, pouring buckets.” She doubled down, kicking off her shoes and hanging her coat on the rack. Her briefcase was slick with rain and not wanting to make a mess, she simply laid it on the front mat. “And I took my bike today, of course. The weatherman lied! He said no rain,” She pouted. 

Casey crossed the room, kissing Alex’s head and petting Arthur softly. She ruffled his fur until he meowed crossly and jumped down. Alex shot daggers in her direction, Casey muttering a wincing “sorry!” for disturbing their time spent curled up together. 

Casey flopped down next to Alex, reading the in-hand file over her shoulder before Alex snatched it away. 

“Confidentiality!” Alex called dramatically, leaving Casey to roll her eyes. 

“I’m nosy,” Casey protested.

“You just spent all day at the office and now you’re home wanting to… read more about the law?” Alex questioned. 

Casey finally gave up, bounding off the couch and calling over her shoulder, “I’m showering! My hair is going to curl from the humidity–I can feel it.” 

Alex frowned to herself, secretly disappointed. She loved Casey’s curly hair on those rainy humid days when the straightener didn’t cooperate. 

Figuring her quiet time was over, she carried the files off her lap and placed them on the coffee table. She swept herself into the kitchen to grab two large wine glasses. It was Friday and Casey had a long week; losing cases, problems with being the new girl in the unit, she needed to be pampered. And if Alex was good at one thing, it was pampering. 

When the shower water turned on, Alex began pouring a fancy red wine into the glasses. Placing them on the end tables, she then turned her attention to the fireplace. It wasn’t cold enough for a full fire yet, but Alex knew that Casey loved the sounds of nature. The rain outside and the fire crackling would be her exact idea of paradise. 

Fifteen minutes later, Casey emerged from the bathroom, her red curls now glossy from the shower, her skin rosy from the warmth of the water. She was wrapped in a fluffy robe, toweling her hair dry. 

“Oh my god, you didn’t dry your hair,” Alex said, crossing the room to twirl a damp curl around her finger. “Is it Christmas?” 

Casey smiled, her dimple on display, “I know you like my hair natural and, well, it’s Friday. I don’t have work tomorrow, so I’ll indulge you.” 

Alex wrapped an arm around Casey’s shoulder, handing her one of the two wine glasses. It was only then that Casey noticed the decadent fire and atmosphere Alex had put together while she was in the bathroom. 

“Oh, you romantic,” Casey teased, taking Alex’s hand and leading her to the couch. She sat, swinging her legs onto Alex’s lap. The short robe didn’t leave much to the imagination– especially in this position. 

Alex watched as Casey sipped her wine, her eyes wandering over her flushed skin, the way her damp curls stuck to her neck and shoulders. She reached out, gently playing with a strand of Casey's hair, her fingertips tracing along the nape of her neck.

"You look...ravishing," Alex murmured, her voice soft and thick. 

Casey quirked a brow. “Because of the hair or because I’m in your robe?”

Alex's lips tugged into a smirk, her fingers continuing their exploration, tracing the edge of the lapel on the robe.

"Both?" she admitted, her voice low and suggestive. She shifted her body, moving closer to Casey, her hands roaming across her shoulders and down to her waist, pulling her in closer. The faint scent of her freshly showered skin was intoxicating, and Alex couldn't help but press her lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

Casey hums, appreciative. “Mhm, did you miss me today or something?” 

Alex smiled, hungrily, “I miss you every day.” With a swift movement, she pushed Casey back against the couch, hovering over her, her light blue eyes dark with desire. Her hands roamed further beneath the robe, pulling at the sash that held it closed. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Alex confesses, trailing kisses down Casey’s neck, “about all the things I wanted to do to you when you got home.”

Casey lets out a soft whine, obviously affected by the words. 

“Me neither. I always do when you have days off without me being home.” 

A sly smile tugged at Alex’s lips, pushing her robe off her arms. She pressed her body against Casey's, pinning her down on the couch, her lips hovering over her chest.

"You always do?" she teased, her hands sliding up the inside of Casey's thighs, her fingers slowly caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs. 

Casey nods frantically, only making Alex cockier. She enjoyed how Casey reacted to her, the way her body twitched with need at every slight touch. Her hand slid down, running over her hips, proving her point. Casey bucked her hips into Alex’s touch as she settled in between her legs. 

"You could've come in the shower with me, you know," she said, raking a hand through Alex's hair.

By now, Casey knew all of Alex’s weaknesses and vice versa. She knew how sensitive Alex was and how much she liked her hair messed with. Sometimes, she put it up just so she could feel Casey tear through. 

Alex let out a soft moan as Casey’s hand ran through her hair, her eyes darkening with desire. She leaned into the touch, her body pressing against Casey’s

"Oh trust me, I wanted to," she admitted. 

She captured Casey’s lips in a bruising kiss, her hands roaming over the bare skin of her chest. 

"But now you're here, and I have you all to myself," she whispered, her lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

"Yes," she gasped.

She leaned back, admiring the view before her. Casey, beautiful and flushed, laid out beneath her.

"Look at you," Alex murmured, "So lovely, so responsive."

"And all yours," she nods, pulling Alex's hair slightly.

Alex let out a small moan as her hair was pulled, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She nipped at Casey’s chest, leaving a small mark.

"Case," she breathed, "you know how I like it when you do that."

She could feel Casey’s hips arch into hers, could feel the heat of her desire as their bodies moved together. If there was one thing Casey liked more than receiving, it was making Alex feel good in the process. In the past, she had always been solely a giver. She liked to hear their sounds, know how she was doing, and usually got off just by getting them off. But with Alex, god with Alex… it was so different. Every time they were intimate, it was a religious experience. 

Alex's own desire was growing stronger, her body responding to every movement, every sound that came from the redhead. Alex let out a low groan as she felt Casey's hips grind against hers. It was a tempting display, one that made her own control waver, but she was determined to maintain the upper hand. She quickly pinned Casey's hips down, preventing any further movement. 

"Please.." she begged

Alex's resolve was faltering. Casey’s plea, the pleading tone in her voice, was almost too much to bear. She wanted to give in, to give the girl what she wanted, but she also wanted to make her wait, to make her desperate.

"Please what, Case?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper.

"Please touch m-" 

A knock sounded at the door.

Alex froze her ministrations, cursing the interruption. She reluctantly got off of Casey, an uncomfortable heat now emanating off of her body. Casey sat up too, slower because of the heat between her legs and the need coursing through her, but she was quick to slip the robe back on and cover herself. 

Alex crossed the room, fixing her hair and trying to make herself look presentable. Or at least not like she was about to have sex. She looked through the peephole, squinting. These things weren’t exactly easy when you had horrible eyesight and thick-framed glasses. She could make out a black coat and short-cropped dark hair. 

Alex opens the door slowly, “Olivia?” 

Olivia Benson stands on the other side, hands in her pockets. She takes in Alex’s disheveled appearance and then looks past her to Casey on the couch, looking similarly suspicious. 

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks, an almost amused look crossing her features. 

Alex quickly cleared her throat to compose herself, “No, not at all.” She motioned for Olivia to come in. When Olivia walked past her, Alex made an exasperated face at Casey for their unwanted interruption. Casey stifled a laugh. 

Olivia wandered further into the living room, taking in the fire and the wine. It was obvious she had picked a bad time. 

“Olivia?” Alex said, breaking her out of her haze. “Is everything okay?” 

She seemed to hesitate and think it over. “I… well, I have been meaning to talk to you about something.” She spoke in a quiet voice that was so… un-Olivia. 

Alex's heart sank slightly, her mind jumping to a million different things. What could she possibly want to talk about at this hour? She tried to keep her voice steady, though she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

"Okay," she encouraged. 

Olivia took a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds.

"It's...it's about Casey," she said, her eyes darting over to the redhead on the couch.

“Wait, me?” Casey got up to stand where they both were gathered. Now her mind was racing too. She had only worked in Olivia’s unit for a couple of months. Had they already decided that they didn’t like her? Was she about to get fired by someone who wasn’t even the SVU unit chief? 

"Can we..." Olivia glanced at Alex, then back at Casey, "Can we sit down for this?"

Okay, now this definitely felt like Casey was getting fired. 

They sat down, Alex following Casey, taking her hands. Olivia sat in the lounge chair across from them, eyes continuously flickering back to Alex and Casey’s obvious affection. 

Olivia glanced back and forth between them, her expression serious.

"How long have you two been together?" she asked, her voice even and controlled. 

Alex and Casey couldn’t tell if this was a genuine curiosity, or if this somehow had involvement with Olivia’s work. Was she usually so straightforward in interrogating her friends? 

"A few months," Alex finally said, her voice steady despite the knots in her stomach. "It's only recently started to get serious though."

“And you’re already living together?” Olivia questioned. 

Now Alex felt like she was on trial. “Well… I mean technically? I moved here because my apartment flooded. Casey was my closest friend who also was an ADA, so we started carpooling, staying together, and this all just…happened.” 

Alex didn’t want to give away too much, they were trying to keep things private at work. Only Huang knew, really, but that was because he just happened to be an almost psychic shrink and also Alex’s best friend. 

Olivia studied them for a moment, her gaze unflinching. It was as if she was evaluating the sincerity of their answer, trying to see if they were telling the truth.

"And you’re… committed?” she prodded, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Alex bristled slightly at the skepticism in her tone, her protective instinct kicking in. She squeezed Casey’s hand, a silent reassurance to both her and herself.

"Yes, committed," she repeated, her voice firm. "We're in a serious relationship, and we're happy together."

Olivia nodded, her expression softening slightly, though there was still an air of tension in the room. She leaned forward in her chair, bracing her elbows on her knees.

"And you're...exclusive?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

Alex could feel the tension in the room growing thicker, the conversation edging into dangerous territory. She wanted to know where she was going with this. 

Casey’s face remained stoic, but her fingers squeezed Alex's. “Why are you asking so many questions?” Casey asked.

Olivia took a deep breath as if she was steeling herself for something. She glanced at Casey once more before finally speaking.

"Listen... this is going to be... difficult to hear. And I'm warning you, I don't want either of you to freak out, okay?"

"The preface isn't really helping, but alright," Casey said, warily. 

Olivia nodded, seemingly bracing herself. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"The truth is...I have feelings for Casey."

The confession hung in the air like a heavy cloud, the room growing deathly silent. Alex's heart seemed to stop, her breath caught in her throat. She glanced at Casey, who had gone completely still beside her, her face unreadable.

Casey's face showed pale shock "I..what?"

Olivia let out a shaky breath, her eyes flickering between them.

"I didn't mean for it to happen," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "It just...did. I tried fighting it, I really did, but the feelings just grew stronger. I tried to hate you when you first started but…"

Well, that made more sense. Casey always thought Olivia and Elliot just hated her for no reason and ostracized her as some cruel newbie ritual, but maybe it was more than that. Elliot obviously liked Olivia. So if Olivia let it slip that she was eyeing Casey? God, she felt like she was back in middle school. 

Olivia looked between them, her expression almost sheepish.

"I know it's not what either of you expected to hear. But I couldn't keep it in any longer. It's been eating me up inside." She let out, hanging her head a little with the revelation. “I never even noticed it until I saw you two together. I was so envious at how you two acted. How happy you made each other. I always wished it could’ve been me making you both happy.” 

That last part made Alex’s eyes flick up. “Did you want to be with..both of us? If you were thinking like that?" she asks, not wanting to assume, but also curious. 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the question, clearly not expecting it. She swallowed hard, her hands clenching on her lap.

"I-I...yes, I suppose you could say that," she replied, her voice shaky but honest. "I know it's...unconventional, I know it's not what most people would expect or understand, but the thought has crossed my mind."

The truth is, it has also crossed Alex and Casey’s mind. It was never something they seriously pursued, but they had talked about it and were both open to adding someone in if the time was right. They knew how they felt about each other and didn’t need anyone else to fulfill their needs, but they were both busy people. Three people working in law enforcement basically still amounted to about one and a half people altogether. 

Casey and Alex both shared an intrigued glance. 

Alex grabbed Casey’s hand, moving for them to both sit closer on the cushion more towards Olivia’s chair. She found herself sitting just inches away from the woman who had just confessed to having feelings for her and her partner. The proximity felt both exhilarating and dangerous.

Without thinking, Alex reached out and tucked a hair behind Olivia’s ear. Alex watched Olivia’s reaction intensely, making sure she was reading the room correctly and not stepping on anyone’s toes. 

Alex looked back, whispering something to Casey that made her blush. Olivia wished that she knew what they had said, but she didn’t have much time to think because suddenly Alex was kissing Casey deeply right in front of her. 

It was unexpected, yet sent a shiver down her spine. The way Alex grabbed Casey’s chin and took charge, Casey plump, full lips reddening and glistening as Alex obliterated her mouth. It was so rough and passionate, Olivia already felt her stomach fluttering. 

When they broke free from each other, both women’s eyes were dark with lust and desire. Casey had already been pent up from before, but now? She was insatiable. 

Finally, Olivia spoke. "That was-" she began, her words trailing off as she struggled to find the right ones. She ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flickering between them. 

"It was what?" Alex leaned in, breath lingering with Olivia’s. 

Olivia swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on Alex’s lips. She seemed mesmerized, caught in the magnetic pull between them.

"It was... unexpected," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, "And... exciting."

The response was simple: “Did you like it?” Casey chimed in. She had been quiet, mostly having Alex take the lead, but she wanted to ensure they all weren’t too far gone before they discovered how the trio felt. 

Olivia could feel herself falling deeper into the web of this magnetic tension, her defenses crumbling under the weight of her attraction. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes dark with desire.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I did."

Alex nodded, grabbing Casey’s hand for support before she captured Olivia’s lips softly. Olivia gasped softly at the contact, ready for this to happen, more than ready, but still surprised when it did. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her body when Casey’s hand caressed the back of her neck. Having Casey peppering light kisses behind her while Alex devoured her lips whole was heaven.  

With a sudden urge, Casey whispers, “Pull her hair,” she kisses the shell of her ear. “She loves it.” 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the suggestion, a flicker of desire flaring in them. She turned her gaze to Alex, taking in her flushed cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She reached out, her fingers tentatively trailing through Alex's hair, gently massaging at her scalp, and then tugged just slightly, testing Alex's response.

Alex let out a soft moan as Olivia’s fingers tugged at her hair, just enough to get her attention. The unexpected move sent a shiver down her spine, and she unconsciously leaned into the touch, her eyes half-lidded.

Olivia seemed encouraged by Alex's response, her grip on her hair growing more firm. She tilted Alex's head back, exposing her throat, her eyes roaming over her face as she leaned in, her breath hot against her skin.

Alex's breath caught in her throat as Olivia’s grip on her hair tightened, the sensation both possessive and erotic. Her heart was racing, her body responding to the mixture of dominance and desire in the air. She leaned further back, submitting to the hold on her hair, her eyes meeting Olivia’s in a mixture of arousal and surrender.

"Kiss her," Casey encouraged, nipping and leaving soothing kisses on the backs of Olivia’s shoulders. 

She tugged once more on Alex's hair, pulling her closer, before claiming her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Alex's body responded immediately to the kiss, her hands instinctively coming up to grip  Olivia’s shoulders. Her head was spinning, her body caught in the intoxicating mix of sensations - the pull of her hair, the feel of Olivia’s lips on hers, the lingering presence of Casey near them. She let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her resistance melting away.

Her hands slid down Olivia’s shoulders, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, anchoring herself to something tangible as she lost herself in the sensation. Every pull on her hair sent a jolt of pleasure through her, further heightening her response to the dominant gesture.

Casey moaned from the view, licking at OIivia’s neck and unbuttoning her collared shirt from around the back. 

Olivia’s breath hitched as Casey’s mouth moved down her neck, the material of her shirt parting and revealing more skin for Casey to discover. Her head was swimming, her thoughts a jumble of sensations, all focused on the two mouths and four hands that were sending her senses into overdrive. 

"Is this okay?" she whispered, biting Olivia’s earlobe. 

Olivia shuddered, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She managed a nod, her voice betraying the desire and excitement coursing through her.

"Yes," she gasped out, her hands gripping tightly to Alex's waist as Casey ripped at her bra desperately. 

Alex turns to Casey, lifting her up from Olivia’s chest by her chin, and giving her a slow, languid kiss. “And you? Are you okay?” She checks in. 

Casey’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes darkened with desire, and she bit her lower lip before nodding.

"Yes," she breathed out, her voice betraying her own arousal. "I'm...I'm okay."

"You sure, baby?" Alex said, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"I'm sure," she affirmed, her voice a bit breathless. "I'm... I'm more than okay."

"Good girl," she said, climbing onto Casey’s lap and straddling her. Casey let out a shaky breath at the sudden closeness, her hands automatically coming to rest on Alex’s hips, moving her back and forth gyrating on her lap. 

Casey couldn’t help looking over and into Olivia’s wild eyes. Olivia took this as her cue to step closer, her body fitting into the space between them, her hands coming to rest on Alex's shoulders. The proximity was intoxicating, each woman's breath mingling with the others, the air thick with something that was both primal and electric.

Alex wordlessly slid herself down, placing kisses along Casey’s stomach, Casey’s muscles tensed in anticipation, her hands clenching the material of the couch in a desperate bid to keep control of herself.

She grabbed Olivia’s hand, "So wet for us," she cooed. "Look, Liv," she motioned for Olivia to examine the effect they’d had. 

Olivia couldn’t look away. Her eyes roamed over Casey’s body, now practically bare, and the words Alex uttered as she teased around where Casey needed–god, it was almost all too much. She took a step forward, her own hands reaching out to touch Casey too, her touch tentative and reverent.

Casey’s breath hitched at Olivia’s sudden contact, her body arching involuntarily. Olivia’s mind was fuzzy, too much pleasure, too many things she wanted to touch. 

"Mhm, doing so well, Liv," Alex said, moving back up and capturing Casey’s lips "Isn't she, Case?"

Casey’s brain was too hazy with pleasure to formulate a coherent response. She nodded, her head still spinning. “So good,” she reassured. 

“Casey can take more than that,” Alex reminded Olivia. See how worked up you got her?"

The teasing only made Casey arch up into Olivia's palm more. Alex kissed Olivia, all tongue and teeth, making Olivia's tentative motions increase on Casey’s thigh. Olivia removed her other hand, though, grabbing the back of Alex’s neck to deepen the kiss. 

Alex noticed Casey's whines of unfulfillment and decided to stop distracting Olivia altogether. “Who do you want to taste?” She purred into the crook of Olivia’s neck. 

Alex smiled a cat-like grin, enjoying Olivia’s dilemma. She glanced at Casey, laid out and waiting, and took mercy on her. 

"You should start with Casey," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "She's been so good for us."

Olivia’s breath hitched at Alex’s suggestion, a shiver running down her spine. She turned to look at Casey, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the look of need in her eyes. The next touch was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure at finally being touched through Casey’s body. Casey’s body arched, wordlessly imploring Olivia to continue. 

Olivia’s hands were tentative initially. Her touch was gentle as she got her bearings and explored the territory in full. She ran he hands up Casey’s thighs, over the curves of her hips, then back down, swallowing thickly as she eyes the woman’s slit. 

Alex sat back next to Casey, taking the lead once again to whisper into Casey’s ear. “Encourage her, darling. Make noise for her,” she sucked at her weak point behind her ear, making her hips buck. 

Casey’s head fell back as Alex kissed and sucked at her neck, already red and marked from earlier. Casey writhed under their combined touch, overwhelmed by so much heat in so many areas. 

Olivia shyly began kissing Casey’s thighs, hands prying her legs apart. Olivia had never done this with a woman, and she was afraid her inexperience was showing. Alex, though, was too perceptive not to reassure her. 

“Don’t be afraid,” she said to Olivia, bending down to kiss her cheek. “I’ve eaten her out more time than I can count.” 

Olivia swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. Despite her own inexperience, she could feel her body responding to the imagery. 

“Show me,” she said, her voice quiet and ragged. 

“You want a demonstration?" she stood, leading Olivia up by her chin.

Olivia nodded, her eyes fixed on Alex’s face, her expression a mixture of curiosity and lust. Mostly lust. She allowed herself to be led upward, following Alex’s movements. 

Alex placed a kiss on Olivia’s lips before pushing her down softly onto the couch. Alex, finally having enough, ripped the remainder of the robe off of Casey, leaving her completely bare. Olivia was timid, only kissing around the exposed skin, but Casey was hers. 

Olivia’s breath was taken away by the sight before her, her eyes roving over every inch of Casey’s fully exposed skin. The woman was beautiful, stunning, and seeing her in all her glory was almost overwhelming. She felt a mix of desire, need, and something else, some emotion she couldn't quite put a name to. For a moment, she couldn't look away, her own body responding to the scene unfolding before her.

"Like what you see?" Alex teased huskily, kneeling in front of Casey’s open legs. She met Alex’s gaze, her own expressing a mix of desire and hunger. Her hands subconsciously gripped at the couch, her knuckles almost white as she attempted to control her own body's response to the sight before her.

“Watch, Liv,” she warned. “Eyes open.” She reminded the detective as she licked a long stripe up Casey’s cunt. 

Casey couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as Alex’s tongue made rough contact. Alex knew how impatient Casey was, that all this teasing had to already have her close, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take her time. 

Casey’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but then flew open realizing that Olivia was there watching. Their gazes locked, Olivia losing all sanity. Olivia was rocking back and forth on the couch, trying to find some friction. 

Casey took pity on her, motioning her over. As Casey was about to unzip her pants though. Alex sucked directly onto her clit. 

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, balling a fist in Alex’s hair. 

Alex inserted two fingers, her slick mouth lifting momentarily. “Praise her, Olivia. She needs you,” she stated before going back to work. 

Olivia’s mind buzzed with excitement and nervousness as she stumbled through her words, wanting to do whatever it took to please Casey, but at the same time, her inexperience made her feel clumsy and unsure. She never had this kind of problem with men. With them, it was all unemotional and quick. Over and done with.

"You... god, you look so beautiful," she managed to stutter, her voice low and raspy, her eyes fixed on Casey’s face. Casey moaned at the compliment, at how surprisingly gentle it was in contrast to Alex’s skilled tongue. 

“You’re doing so good for her, Casey, I wish it were me,” Olivia said, only realizing what she had implied after it left her mouth. “I've thought about touching you so many times.”

Casey groans, bucking into Alex’s face, riding it. Olivia didn’t think her words would have that much of an impact, but she continued. 

“You always wore those unbuttoned shirts,” she recalled, running a hand up Casey’s neck. “They drove me crazy. I wasn’t able to focus on the briefing when you were there.” 

Casey was caught in the middle of it all, lost in a sea of sensations, her body aflame with desire and need. The combination of Alex’s insistent, skilled tongue, and the sincere, honest words from Olivia was almost too much to bear. She found herself arching her back, her hands gripping the couch, her entire body a live wire, every nerve ending alive.

Every sound, gasp, and moan, lit a fire under Olivia, accentuating her confidence further. Alex doubled her efforts, the sound of Casey’s wetness echoing out into the room. The calming sound of rain was now replaced with something else. Alex looked up and noticed Olivia’s lustful gaze. 

“Kiss her,” she ordered, voice almost unrecognizable. “She’s close.” 

Olivia responded desperately, kissing her, swallowing her lips whole. Whatever Alex told her to do, she would. Whatever it took to please them both. She noticed the fast pace which Alex was sliding her fingers in and out of Casey, curling them to make her cry out, completely at her own disposal. 

Casey responded desperately to Olivia’s kiss, holding onto the back of her neck to keep her mouth still while she rode Alex’s face. Casey couldn’t focus on anything, her need too strong. 

When Alex curled her fingers, finding the spongey spot inside, Olivia whispered, voice sultry, “Come, for her. Come for us.” 

And Casey did. Olivia swallowed Casey’s moans, holding her tightly through her climax, feeling Casey trembling. Casey’s body came down slowly from the built-up pleasure, running a hand through her curly hair, sweat glistening on her forehead. 

Alex released her grip on Casey’s thighs, removing her fingers once Casey began to sit up, and held them out for Olivia. 

“Suck,” she instructed, holding out three fingers for Olivia. Olivia’s eyes widened once she realized what she had to do. What she wanted to do. Arousal shot through her as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Alex’s fingers obediently. The action was wanton and bold, and almost enough to make her come from the overstimulation and unresolved desire. 

Once Alex was satisfied that her fingers were clean and not a drop was wasted, she pulled them out of Olivia’s mouth with a pop. 

She licked her lips, cleaning off the remainder of Casey’s juices before turning to the two women before her. 

“So?” Alex began. “Who’s next?”

[trixicbean]

i seriously need a beta to read my cabenson fics because i am too nervous to post them

(i don't need grammar checking just some confidence)

[babygaybenson]

Send me prompts!!

Cabenson

Jemily

[pien-art]

cabenson drawing :3

[cathrrrine]

how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single”

Sonny Carisi

Amanda Rollins

Nick Amaro

Casey Novak

Alex Cabot

Rafael Barba

Olivia Benson

Fin Tutuola

Elliot Stabler

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Late Night Submission ~Cabenson

Summary— Olivia and Alex celebrate a successful case with some drinks in Alex’s office. It leads to Olivia on her knees for the other woman…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warning: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, semi-public smut, eating out, swearing, praise, implied praise kink, light sub/dom relations, etc.

Enjoy (;

“I… shit… Liv—” Alex breathed out heavily, her body layer back in her seat as the brunette cop went to town in between her legs.

Alex’s hand was firmly planted in Olivia’s shirt locks, pushing her impossibly close to her sex. Olivia’s hands held Alex’s skirt scrunched up and her thighs wide open.

Neither one of the women had expected a late night celebratory drink after finishing a case to turn into this… Olivia kneeling in between Alex’s desk and chair, submissively eating out the other woman.

Alex groaned lightly again as Olivia latched her mouth around the woman’s clit, sucking hard. Alex pulled Olivia’s hair even harder, making Olivia moan into the blonde’s cunt.

“F-fuck Olivia I’m close… doing so good Oh god—!” Alex groaned, bring her lip to muffle her volume.

Olivia moans into Alex’s cunt, speeding up and encouraging the other woman to let go. Alex came crashing down her high moments later.

Her orgasms left her panting and a breathless mess. After Olivia had helped Alex effectively over her high, she pulled away and looked up at Alex.

Her eyes shone and sparkled with lust and obedience. And her face was splattered with Alex’s juices. She smiled up at the other woman.

Alex chuckled and pulled Olivia into her lap, kissing her. Olivia happily reciprocated with a happy little hum.

“Good girl…” Alex cooed into the kiss, making Olivia moan into her lips from the praise.

~~~

Alex Cabot Masterlist

Olivia Benson Masterlist

[aubvrns]

"Longer Than A Fortnight"

| SVU & Headcanons

Synopsis — Their love languages towards you, and the kind they want to receive.

Note — Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Alexandra Cabot, Casey Novak

(Female centered, but no pronouns used.)

!!

Olivia Benson

• — Olivia Benson is 100% acts of service.

• — She is the kind of lover that will tie your shoelaces, even if she’s running late.

• — WILL AND I MEAN WILL, do the simplest tasks for you just because she can!

• — "What you do mean you went out to get groceries? Without me?"

• — Her way of saying "I love you." is to comb your hair after you finished showering, and she asks you to sit on her lap as she does. (biting my fists rn)

• — Though, she craves for words of affirmation.

• — She didn’t grow up in a home where she felt appreciated, nor did she ever felt the comfort of her parents.

• — But she knew she loved you when you told her the sweetest sentence ever.

• — "I love you so much that you make me get out of bed to get groceries."

• — Seconds later, you felt arms behind you. Not long enough before your shoulder dampens.

Elliot Stabler

• — This man is so quality time.

• — He knows he has a dangerous job that occupies his time, hours and hours in the precinct.

• — But any chance he gets, he will come home to you.

• — "Pack your bags, we’re going to Italy!"

• — He’s afraid of losing you, or letting you go to the plane’s bathroom because you’re comfortable in his arms.

• — Amidst the turbulence, he enjoys your physical touch.

• — From all the abuse and torment he witnessed, it’s rare for him to feel safe nowadays.

• — That’s why he isn’t afraid to admit that he loves the way you kiss his forehead, trace patterns on his gentle calloused hands, or spooning him when he gets nightmares.

• — "Italy won’t run away, let’s just stay 5 more minutes in bed."

• — More so, your vanilla scented hair was his view of a vacation.

Alexandra Cabot

• — Shoot me when I say this blonde’s love language isn’t giving gifts.

• — Being a lawyer with an amazing conviction rate also means having money, money, money!

• — She enjoys spoiling you, giving you everything you need and want just because she can. She refuses to let you reach for your wallet, at all.

• — "I bought the necklace you stared at earlier!"

• — Besides your lips, Ms. Cabot also tracks your eyes. (i would like to have you for christmas)

• — Starring at you, she never noticed how much she longed for acts of service.

• — Her parents were always away, and she was left alone. Her parents’ money were their way of saying they’re sorry they couldn’t come to her graduation.

• — She was surprised when you called in sick, even though she was the one coughing like there’s no tomorrow.

• — "What do you mean I could’ve bought myself medicine instead of your necklace?"

• — You can’t help but smile as you sat beside her laying body, wiping her warm face with a wet cloth as she explains how much your necklace reminds her of your eyes.

Casey Novak

• — This redheaded loser in a hot body cannot go on a day without physical touch.

• — She was raised as an affectionate child, expressing her love greatly as her parents did.

• ��� Her auburn hair is as warm as her as you lay between her arms, her face on the crook of your neck as she sleeps soundly.

• — "If only court saw how soft and adorable you are when you sleep, you wouldn’t seem so intimidating." You say, playing with her hair.

• — Smiling lovingly, she unconsciously pulls you closer.

• — Aside from her comfort, she adores your words of affirmation.

• — She was the kid who would wait in her teachers’ approval, hoping that she did good enough for their expectations.

• — Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait anymore.

• — "You think I look soft and adorable when I sleep? I think I want to kiss you right now."

• — And she did, like the soft and adorable loser she is.

!!

[cabotwife]

I have an idea for a reader and Olivia Benson if you’re happy to write it. 2am Olivia gets a frantic call from reader, she’s hyperventilating and her words are coherent. Olivia manages to get out of the reader that she’s home and rushes over. As the approaches her apartment she notices the front door ajar and inside is a complete mess. She hears reader sobbing in her room, and notices she’s naked and bruised and scratched. Reader confesses her ex forced her way in and attacked her. Reader begins to space out lost in her emotions of insecurity and worthlessness, she unknowingly advances on Olivia and ends up kissing her.

thank you for your request! i hope you enjoy 💗

Enter The Night

Olivia Benson x Fem!Reader (tho r isn't described with any pronouns)

warnings: implied assault/rape (up to interpretation), typical SVU themes, poorly written fluff, not proofread

word count: ~1314 (longest one on my page so far yippie!!)

a/n: i love writing for my svu girls! there's definitely not enough fics of any of them, and my requests are open for them all :)

Olivia is jolted away by the sound of her phone ringing. she rubs her eyes as she groans, looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand.

2:43 am.

she sighs as she grabs her phone, her eyes straining at the brightness as she turns it on. the call had already ended, but she decided to check to see if it was important or not.

she frowns when she notices you’ve called more than once. she quickly clicks the ‘call back’ button, pulling the phone up to her ear as she adjusts her position in her bed.

she has an unsettling feeling forming in her chest as the phone continues to ring. finally you pick up the phone.

“y/n?” Olivia’s voice crackles through the phone.

the glass from your shattered phone stabs through your hand as you grip it tightly, pressing it against your face. you breathe heavily, unable to form any words as you can feel yourself slipping out of consciousness.

“hello? y/n?” Olivia repeats your name, worry filling her at the sound of your labored breathing. “can you tell me where you are, honey?”

suddenly the line goes dead, a sharp ‘beep’ can be heard on both sides.

“y/n?” Olivia says panicked as she tears the phone from her ear, she quickly tries to call you again, pulling her phone away to stare at it when it goes straight to voicemail.

the brunette swiftly pulls herself from her bed, hurriedly putting shoes on and grabbing her keys as she attempts to call you again. she rushes out the door of her apartment, not even bothering to change from her sleepwear.

the entire car ride is full of dread and worry, she had a quick phone call with Fin while in the car. she needed to make sure that someone knew where she was going, in case something goes down or she needs back up.

she sloppily parks in front of your apartment building, quickly rushing out of the car and into the building. she practically runs up to your apartment.

Olivia can feel her heart drop into her stomach as she nears your door, noticing it’s open.

“y/n?” she calls, pushing the door open. “oh my god.” she stands in the doorway in a state of sudden shock, everything was destroyed. there were spilled flowers on the ground by the entrance, couch cushions thrown off the couch, picture frames and trinkets spread over the floor by the kitchen island.

she continues into your apartment, taking notice of the shattered glass and blood on the kitchen floor. she freezes again when she hears the sound of heavy breathing. the brunette walks slowly towards the sound.

“oh my god, y/n!” Olivia breathes as your barely conscious body comes into view.

you were laying on your kitchen floor, slouched over against the cabinets, your body cut and bruised, your shirt is missing and your pajama shorts are ripped.

Olivia rushes over to you, dropping onto her knees to cup your cheeks, “hey- hey open your eyes for me.” she says, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

you open your eyes ever so slightly, attempting to focus on the brunette woman in front of you.

“’livia..” you mumble, your voice raspy and you're quickly thrown into a coughing fit, blood flying from your mouth.

Olivia takes a sharp intake of breath, “i’m going to get help, okay? you’ll be okay.” she mumbles, whipping her phone from her coat pocket, calling Fin to tell him she needs paramedics at your apartment. as she’s speaking on the phone she peels her coat off of herself, wrapping it around your body in an attempt to cover up your near bare body.

she sets her phone down as the call ends. “help is on the way.. can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?” Olivia whispers as she strokes your hair gently, glancing towards the window to see if she could see the lights of the ambulance approaching.

you look up at her with tear filled eyes, “she got me, ‘livia.. she got me.” you whisper, your voice cracking as the tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

Olivia didn’t need to ask to know who you were talking about, she knows it’s Max, your ex girlfriend. since the time she began getting close to you, she had always promised to protect you from your abusive ex girlfriend.

the brunette’s eyes search over your face, “we’ll get her.. okay? what did she do to you?” you drop your head back onto the cabinet, your eyes closing slowly, “hey- hey no, keep your eyes open, honey.”

you force your eyes open, trying, and failing, to focus on Olivia, “’m sleepy..” i mumble, my eyes drooping again.

“come on, y/n, stay awake for me..” her voice is panicked as she pats your cheek, you drift into unconsciousness.

Olivia stands up as she hears footsteps approaching, hearing the sound of the ambulance sirens outside of the building. the brunette rushes towards the ajar front door, stepping out to wave the paramedics into the apartment and showing them where you lay on the floor.

the next few hours are excruciating for Olivia, you had to get surgery in order to remove the shattered vase pieces from your back, and you’re now laying unconscious in your hospital bed.

Olivia is seated next to the head of the bed, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t fall back asleep, she needed you to be okay.

“liv?” you mumble, your voice hoarse for a number of reasons. your head is pressed against the bed as you squint your eyes over at the older woman sitting beside you.

your sudden voice causes her to jump slightly, her eyes shooting from the book she was reading to you. “y/n.” she breathes as she stands up, leaving the book on the chair as she leans over you.

you grin up at her, “hey, ‘livia.”

“hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through your bangs as she stares down at you. “how're you feeling?”

you hum, shrugging your shoulders but the movement makes you wince, “i dunno.. did you get her?” as soon as the brunette frowns you know, she's still out there.

the room goes silent all except for the buzz of the lights and the slow beeping of the heart monitor. 

“thank you.” it comes out as a whisper, but it confuses her nonetheless.

she scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as her eyes meet yours once more. “for what?”

it's silent for a moment before you respond, “for answering my call.. i suppose.” you gaze up at her.

a smile tugs at the brunette's lips, “i'll always answer when you call me.” she says gently “no matter the time, or the day, or how i feel..”

you giggle, “even if you hate me?” 

her smile falls, but only slightly, “oh, y/n.. i could never hate you.” she whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

you can feel your cheeks heat up slightly, “oh.” you meet her eyes again before your gaze drops to her lips. slowly you lean in before eventually you're pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss.

once you realize what you’ve done you pull away, eyes wide. 

it’s silent.

your eyes begin filling with tears, “liv-” before you can say anything, Olivia leans in, kissing you. you quickly reciprocate the kiss. when you both pull away she is smiling at you, her eyes soft and her feelings towards you are evident in them.

“i’ve wanted to do that for a while..” she whispers, her thumb gently rubbing your cheek bone. 

“yeah?” you chuckle, the tears that were in your eyes had now run down your cheeks, being quickly rubbed away by the brunette.

“mhmm,” Olivia hums, a loving smile on her face as she holds the gentle eye contact with you.

[caseynovaksecretgf]

Sporty gf Nerdy gf

[lesbehonestsstuff]

You know what has always bothered me? The fact that when Olivia finds out Alex is alive, they don’t even get to hug goodbye. I know we’re supposed to be delusional when shipping them, but come on. Even if they were just friends, seeing them both crying and heartbroken for each other, not knowing when they’ll see each other again, is heartbreaking. Especially after Olivia literally held a dying Alex in her arms to stop her from bleeding out. You're telling me she doesn’t immediately hug her? Nah that’s bullshit, and it makes me want to put my head through a wall when I see that episode.