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Silly Phone Call Thing
By Del

The haggard voice was barely recognizable. "Hello?"


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

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