The Other Woman - Alex/Oliska fic
Title: The Other Woman
Pairing: Alex/OliskaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,415
A/N: Here you go, aleatory_6. as promised.
Summary: Conviction Alex returns to find the new Olivia.
Crossposted to: lawandorderfic.
She cornered Elliot in the hallway, when he was half-way out of Novak's office. It was bound to happen eventually.
“So…” he gripped his paperwork tightly. “How’s it been?” He paused, after she shot him a glare. “I mean, how’s it going, now that you're…”
“Valez is dead,” Alex shrugged, a little too casually. “And I’ve managed some impressive employment. And I didn’t miss all of the decent productions in town.....”
Elliot smiled uncomfortably. “No, I meant…have you seen her?”
Alex narrowed her eyes. “I’m responsible for a large number of people now. I’m not responsible to her.”
“But have you seen her?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business, Elliot.”
“You haven’t, have you?”
She crossed her arms. “She still works for SVU, right?”
“She’s about to go on a temporary outside assignment. Should’ve been transferred out years ago.”
“And how long have you worked this precinct, again?”
Elliot ignored her. “Have you called her?”
“There’s another woman staying with her. Ok?” Alex looked at her watch, seemingly regretting this encounter. “Are you satisfied?”
“Yeah, right. How the hell can you know that?”
“I don’t have time for this,” Alex muttered, closing her eyes. “The other woman answered the phone, she always answers it. I’m not a simpleton.”
Elliot shook his head. “There’s definitely no woman. Trust me.”
“And she’s always made sure she’s never at the precinct when I visit.”
“She what? That’s a load of crap, Alex,” Elliot clenched his jaw. “You just ignore her, ok? You turn up and stare right through her.”
“No I don’t,” Alex said sharply. “She hasn’t even had the decency to come and see me. Or call me - is she incapacitated?”
“She’s definitely called you.”
“Don’t patronize me, detective. I know she’s avoiding me. I’ve been back in New York for months.”
“She called you, Alex,” Elliot said slowly. “She never stops being pissed at you for always hanging up on her.”
Alex breathed through her teeth. “You’re delusional. This isn’t a rational conversation. If Olivia wants to come crawling back to me, tell her she needs to do it herself. In those jeans that give her a nice ass.”
“You…what? You’re completely out of line, counselor.”
Alex narrowed her eyes. “That’s right, go tell her I’m a cold bitch, tell her whatever you damn please. But if you'll excuse me, I have children pretending to be lawyers to babysit.”
***
Alex had seen this particular woman frequently, loitering outside of her office. Pink sweater, skirt, heels. She dismissed the visitor with a glance. Goddamn Vultures. She hadn't time for whatever reporter or sycophant that decided to crawl by, intent on resurrecting her heroic/tragic/marketable past.
“Alex?”
The woman’s voice was familiar, but Alex wasn’t sure of the context. She’d met too many new people in recent months.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she was getting ready to shut the door. She'd do it before the woman had time to argue. “I’m really pressed for time.”
The woman seemed baffled. “You’re what?” And her eyes narrowed. Alex felt a jolt of recognition, which quickly dissolved when the woman ran a hand through her shaggy...was that a mullet? Then she pushed inside Alex's office.
“Do I know you?” Alex raised her eyebrows.
The woman gave her a dark look. “What did I do to deserve this?” She seemed almost about to cry. “Alex.”
Alex felt her patience wearing thin. “I don’t know you. And you’re wasting my time.”
“How can you say that?”
“Well, you haven’t even told me your name.”
“Olivia.” The woman spoke through her teeth.
Alex blinked. “What?”
“It’s Olivia,” the woman’s voice was gravelly. She crossed her arms and turned around, and Alex took a large step back.
“Jesus…” She’d recognize that ass anywhere. She tried to gather her wits together. “Olivia?” She needed a drink.
“Why the hell have you been ignoring me, Alex?”
“No…wait…” Alex was shaking her head, still unconvinced. “You’re saying you - you - you’re Olivia Benson?”
“Honest to god, yes.”
“The Olivia Benson that wore those…tight sweaters…just to drive me crazy.”
“Yeah, Alex.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“You’re Olivia?”
Olivia glared at her coldly, which made Alex feel a little more certain of her identity. Her eyes traveled down Olivia’s body, and stopped at the point where her stomach jutted out in a small bump. “Jesus. You’re pregnant?”
“I’m not pregnant. It’s just the outside assignment. I do what I'm told.”
Alex felt even more confused. “How is that your assignment?”
"Things changed after you left."
"No kidding," Alex looked her up and down again, disappointedly. "And your assignment?"
"It’s obvious enough, isn’t it?" Olivia snapped. "We don’t have to bother with too many details. I’ve just gotta be gone 'til it’s done.”
Alex still wasn’t getting it. “And when you’re back, what happens to the baby?”
“There’s no baby! I told you I wasn’t pregnant.”
Olivia looked close to tears again. Alex held her hands up.
“Ok, fine. But you honestly do look pregnant.”
Olivia narrowed her eyes. “Look, Alex - why do you keep hanging up on me?”
“Wait,” Alex said, giving Olivia another disbelieving glance. “You’re not that strange woman who keeps calling me, are you?”
“It’s just me, Alex.”
Alex tried to believe it. “You know, it really isn’t. Have you had surgery - is that it?”
“No.”
“Maybe it’s all the highlights in your hair, and….did you change the way you walk?”
Olivia bit her lip, and tears began to well up and trickle down her face. Unfortunately, Alex couldn’t muster any sympathy.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are….you’re confusing me.” She sighed as Olivia’s unpretty crying worsened. “Do you want a kleenex?”
“Yeah,” Olivia sobbed.
Alex waited for her to be done, but the crying didn’t lessen.
“Can I call anybody for you?”
“I don’t understand this,” Olivia wailed. “Do you hate me?”
“Look, maybe I should get someone’s secretary to escort you out…”
Olivia slammed her fist into the wall, making Alex jump.
“Jesus, you just don’t give a damn, do you?” Her tears suddenly seemed to dry up. “Alex, you’ve come back from witness protection, for chrissake.” Olivia gave her an interrogative look, and Alex was suddenly unable to look away. Olivia was standing over her - legs as far apart as the skirt allowed, arms crossed
“Olivia-”
“You’re not even gonna try, are you?”
"Wait, have I missed something?" Alex raised her eyebrows. “You’re asking me to start seeing you again?”
Olivia looked down at her high-heels. “Why are you treating me like this?”
"You can't see it?"
"What? See What?"
"Listen," Alex gazed at her critically. “Can you just give me a second?” And without a pause, she ran her hands over Olivia’s body, lingering appreciatively over her chest. Olivia gasped when Alex stroked down to her abdomen.
“What are you doing?”
“I just have to see...something,” Alex murmured, distractedly. “Here.”
She stuck her hand down Olivia’s skirt, and smiled wryly when she found what she was looking for.
“A pillow, detective?” She threw it to the ground.
“Ok. Fine," Olivia said, evenly. "I was keeping it for someone." She let out a long breath. "You don't know, ok? It’s just how things are, now."
"And the crying?"
"It gets her the awards."
"I'll bet," Alex muttered. “And what about the rest of this crap?”
Olivia paused and then leant back against the door, tiredly. “She thinks I need to look more feminine,” she shrugged.
Alex rolled her eyes. “One of those.”
“It wasn’t my idea.”
“So," Alex hesitated. "There was another woman, then?”
Olivia hesitated. “Not exactly.”
“Then how, exactly?” Alex questioned. “Is she the one making you go on this ridiculous assignment?”
Olivia quirked her lip, looked down at her flat stomach. “I think the reason for that kinda just evaporated.”
Alex paused and pulled a kleenex out of her bag. She wiped the thick layers of make-up off Olivia’s face and as she did so, the blonde-highlighted wig tumbled off.
Alex stood back and nodded appreciatively when she took in the sight of the short, dark hair and a bemused expression.
“I was wondering where you’d gone.”
“Was I really gone?” Olivia smiled, flirtatiously.
“Take a look a yourself, Olivia.”
Olivia glanced down at her pink clothing. She kicked the heels off.
“Ugh. This is embarrassing.”
“No," Alex let her hands explore the silky material. "No, it’s ok.”
“God, you can't be serious?” Olivia seethed. "You've gotta go talk to that woman, ok?"
"Olivia..."
"She needs to get what's coming to her - and this? What the hell was I thinking?"
"Olivia?" Alex said firmly. She dangled her keys suggestively and nodded towards the door. Olivia opened it for her with a smile.
"Listen," Alex smirked, already making plans for when they reached her apartment. "Let’s worry about clothes when you actually need them.”
Pairing: Alex/OliskaOlivia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,415
A/N: Here you go, aleatory_6. as promised.
Summary: Conviction Alex returns to find the new Olivia.
Crossposted to: lawandorderfic.
She cornered Elliot in the hallway, when he was half-way out of Novak's office. It was bound to happen eventually.
“So…” he gripped his paperwork tightly. “How’s it been?” He paused, after she shot him a glare. “I mean, how’s it going, now that you're…”
“Valez is dead,” Alex shrugged, a little too casually. “And I’ve managed some impressive employment. And I didn’t miss all of the decent productions in town.....”
Elliot smiled uncomfortably. “No, I meant…have you seen her?”
Alex narrowed her eyes. “I’m responsible for a large number of people now. I’m not responsible to her.”
“But have you seen her?”
“It’s none of your goddamn business, Elliot.”
“You haven’t, have you?”
She crossed her arms. “She still works for SVU, right?”
“She’s about to go on a temporary outside assignment. Should’ve been transferred out years ago.”
“And how long have you worked this precinct, again?”
Elliot ignored her. “Have you called her?”
“There’s another woman staying with her. Ok?” Alex looked at her watch, seemingly regretting this encounter. “Are you satisfied?”
“Yeah, right. How the hell can you know that?”
“I don’t have time for this,” Alex muttered, closing her eyes. “The other woman answered the phone, she always answers it. I’m not a simpleton.”
Elliot shook his head. “There’s definitely no woman. Trust me.”
“And she’s always made sure she’s never at the precinct when I visit.”
“She what? That’s a load of crap, Alex,” Elliot clenched his jaw. “You just ignore her, ok? You turn up and stare right through her.”
“No I don’t,” Alex said sharply. “She hasn’t even had the decency to come and see me. Or call me - is she incapacitated?”
“She’s definitely called you.”
“Don’t patronize me, detective. I know she’s avoiding me. I’ve been back in New York for months.”
“She called you, Alex,” Elliot said slowly. “She never stops being pissed at you for always hanging up on her.”
Alex breathed through her teeth. “You’re delusional. This isn’t a rational conversation. If Olivia wants to come crawling back to me, tell her she needs to do it herself. In those jeans that give her a nice ass.”
“You…what? You’re completely out of line, counselor.”
Alex narrowed her eyes. “That’s right, go tell her I’m a cold bitch, tell her whatever you damn please. But if you'll excuse me, I have children pretending to be lawyers to babysit.”
***
Alex had seen this particular woman frequently, loitering outside of her office. Pink sweater, skirt, heels. She dismissed the visitor with a glance. Goddamn Vultures. She hadn't time for whatever reporter or sycophant that decided to crawl by, intent on resurrecting her heroic/tragic/marketable past.
“Alex?”
The woman’s voice was familiar, but Alex wasn’t sure of the context. She’d met too many new people in recent months.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she was getting ready to shut the door. She'd do it before the woman had time to argue. “I’m really pressed for time.”
The woman seemed baffled. “You’re what?” And her eyes narrowed. Alex felt a jolt of recognition, which quickly dissolved when the woman ran a hand through her shaggy...was that a mullet? Then she pushed inside Alex's office.
“Do I know you?” Alex raised her eyebrows.
The woman gave her a dark look. “What did I do to deserve this?” She seemed almost about to cry. “Alex.”
Alex felt her patience wearing thin. “I don’t know you. And you’re wasting my time.”
“How can you say that?”
“Well, you haven’t even told me your name.”
“Olivia.” The woman spoke through her teeth.
Alex blinked. “What?”
“It’s Olivia,” the woman’s voice was gravelly. She crossed her arms and turned around, and Alex took a large step back.
“Jesus…” She’d recognize that ass anywhere. She tried to gather her wits together. “Olivia?” She needed a drink.
“Why the hell have you been ignoring me, Alex?”
“No…wait…” Alex was shaking her head, still unconvinced. “You’re saying you - you - you’re Olivia Benson?”
“Honest to god, yes.”
“The Olivia Benson that wore those…tight sweaters…just to drive me crazy.”
“Yeah, Alex.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“You’re Olivia?”
Olivia glared at her coldly, which made Alex feel a little more certain of her identity. Her eyes traveled down Olivia’s body, and stopped at the point where her stomach jutted out in a small bump. “Jesus. You’re pregnant?”
“I’m not pregnant. It’s just the outside assignment. I do what I'm told.”
Alex felt even more confused. “How is that your assignment?”
"Things changed after you left."
"No kidding," Alex looked her up and down again, disappointedly. "And your assignment?"
"It’s obvious enough, isn’t it?" Olivia snapped. "We don’t have to bother with too many details. I’ve just gotta be gone 'til it’s done.”
Alex still wasn’t getting it. “And when you’re back, what happens to the baby?”
“There’s no baby! I told you I wasn’t pregnant.”
Olivia looked close to tears again. Alex held her hands up.
“Ok, fine. But you honestly do look pregnant.”
Olivia narrowed her eyes. “Look, Alex - why do you keep hanging up on me?”
“Wait,” Alex said, giving Olivia another disbelieving glance. “You’re not that strange woman who keeps calling me, are you?”
“It’s just me, Alex.”
Alex tried to believe it. “You know, it really isn’t. Have you had surgery - is that it?”
“No.”
“Maybe it’s all the highlights in your hair, and….did you change the way you walk?”
Olivia bit her lip, and tears began to well up and trickle down her face. Unfortunately, Alex couldn’t muster any sympathy.
“Listen, I don’t know who you are….you’re confusing me.” She sighed as Olivia’s unpretty crying worsened. “Do you want a kleenex?”
“Yeah,” Olivia sobbed.
Alex waited for her to be done, but the crying didn’t lessen.
“Can I call anybody for you?”
“I don’t understand this,” Olivia wailed. “Do you hate me?”
“Look, maybe I should get someone’s secretary to escort you out…”
Olivia slammed her fist into the wall, making Alex jump.
“Jesus, you just don’t give a damn, do you?” Her tears suddenly seemed to dry up. “Alex, you’ve come back from witness protection, for chrissake.” Olivia gave her an interrogative look, and Alex was suddenly unable to look away. Olivia was standing over her - legs as far apart as the skirt allowed, arms crossed
“Olivia-”
“You’re not even gonna try, are you?”
"Wait, have I missed something?" Alex raised her eyebrows. “You’re asking me to start seeing you again?”
Olivia looked down at her high-heels. “Why are you treating me like this?”
"You can't see it?"
"What? See What?"
"Listen," Alex gazed at her critically. “Can you just give me a second?” And without a pause, she ran her hands over Olivia’s body, lingering appreciatively over her chest. Olivia gasped when Alex stroked down to her abdomen.
“What are you doing?”
“I just have to see...something,” Alex murmured, distractedly. “Here.”
She stuck her hand down Olivia’s skirt, and smiled wryly when she found what she was looking for.
“A pillow, detective?” She threw it to the ground.
“Ok. Fine," Olivia said, evenly. "I was keeping it for someone." She let out a long breath. "You don't know, ok? It’s just how things are, now."
"And the crying?"
"It gets her the awards."
"I'll bet," Alex muttered. “And what about the rest of this crap?”
Olivia paused and then leant back against the door, tiredly. “She thinks I need to look more feminine,” she shrugged.
Alex rolled her eyes. “One of those.”
“It wasn’t my idea.”
“So," Alex hesitated. "There was another woman, then?”
Olivia hesitated. “Not exactly.”
“Then how, exactly?” Alex questioned. “Is she the one making you go on this ridiculous assignment?”
Olivia quirked her lip, looked down at her flat stomach. “I think the reason for that kinda just evaporated.”
Alex paused and pulled a kleenex out of her bag. She wiped the thick layers of make-up off Olivia’s face and as she did so, the blonde-highlighted wig tumbled off.
Alex stood back and nodded appreciatively when she took in the sight of the short, dark hair and a bemused expression.
“I was wondering where you’d gone.”
“Was I really gone?” Olivia smiled, flirtatiously.
“Take a look a yourself, Olivia.”
Olivia glanced down at her pink clothing. She kicked the heels off.
“Ugh. This is embarrassing.”
“No," Alex let her hands explore the silky material. "No, it’s ok.”
“God, you can't be serious?” Olivia seethed. "You've gotta go talk to that woman, ok?"
"Olivia..."
"She needs to get what's coming to her - and this? What the hell was I thinking?"
"Olivia?" Alex said firmly. She dangled her keys suggestively and nodded towards the door. Olivia opened it for her with a smile.
"Listen," Alex smirked, already making plans for when they reached her apartment. "Let’s worry about clothes when you actually need them.”