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Silly Phone Call Thing
By Del
The haggard voice was barely recognizable. "Hello?"
"Alex?"
Oh, shit. Glancing at the bedside clock, Alex realized her
mistake immediately. How was she going to explain to Cragen why she
was answering Olivia's phone at this hour? That's what she got for
letting thoughts of Olivia distract her all day, finally culminating
in a phone call expressing appreciation for the detective's "nice
bust," with a request to "go over it thoroughly" that evening. When
Olivia finally fell asleep, exhausted, Alex had thought nothing of
simply covering the both of them where they lay. Unfortunately,
that left her on the phone side of the bed, reaching for it out of
habit on the first ring.
"Yes, Don, is there something I can do for you?" Alex replied matter
of factly, as if to say, "Of course I'm at Olivia's. Where else
would I be at 3 o'clock in the morning?" Surely, if there was
something urgent enough to call in the middle of the night, he
wouldn't waste time asking--
"Why are you at Olivia's?"
"At Olivia's." For once, Alex drew a blank. "Well, I'm at Olivia's
because . . . ." She noticed that her lover was now
awake. "Cragen," she mouthed.
"Shit," Olivia mouthed back.
No kidding.
". . . because . . . I needed to . . . ."
Beside her, Olivia began gesturing with her hands. What . . . ?
The palms were starting out together and then moving apart.
". . . to spread . . ."
Olivia's eyes widened, and she shook her head, trying again. This
time, one finger, pointing toward Alex, moved in a downward
direction.
". . . to go down . . ."
Panicked, Olivia waved both hands at her. With finger and thumb,
she mimicked the grasping of a piece of paper, then drew "the paper"
over the top of a clipboard or something.
". . . to bend over . . ."
Olivia groaned quietly. Just then, she reached across Alex for a
pencil and paper on the table, and quickly wrote a few words on it.
She shoved it toward her lover.
"Oh -- to review a file!" Alex exclaimed.
"Ohhh-kaaay," Cragen said. "Well, anyway, tell Benson I just got a
call from Lewis over at the 2-9. They've agreed to release Ortega,
so Benson can have her for the op tomorrow morning."
"Good," Alex replied. "I'll tell her." She hung up and relayed the
message.
"That's terrific, Alex, but did you have to give him a rundown on
everything we did this evening?"
"Well, excuse me for not figuring out what your hands were supposed
to be doing."
Olivia raised an eyebrow. "You couldn't figure out what my hands
were doing?"
Hmm . . . Alex liked that expression. "Not a clue," she
declared. "I don't know what we'll do if that ever happens again."
"Well, I guess we have no choice then," Olivia replied. "We need to
practice." She laid one hand on Alex's breast and the other on her
stomach. "What does that tell you . . . ?"
"Ohhh," Alex moaned. She shook her head slightly. "Sorry, not
getting anything yet."
Olivia smiled at her. "God, you're bad at this," she said. "Looks
like this is gonna take all night . . . ."
The End