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"Alex, where are you going?" Olivia asked seeing that Alex was headed to her car instead of the bar, as planned. "Oh, I don't know, Liv. I don't feel like being in a social setting too much, tonight," she replied as she continued walking, showing no signs of stopping. Olivia set into a light jog to catch up to Alex, slowing as she neared. "So our plans are canceled?" she inquired, looking over at the ADA as they continued their walk. Olivia could feel her heart begin to wilt at the thought of spending another night by herself, doing absolutely nothing in her apartment. She had been eagerly awaiting her plans with Alex all day and was doing

It was a surprisingly slow day for SVU which meant that the detectives had plenty of time for the worst part of the job: paperwork. It was boring. And exhausting. Olivia had loaded her body with coffee that day but to no avail. She found herself slumped over at her desk, staring at a piece of paper and reading the same line over and over again without making much sense of it. Her vision soon blurred and she felt her eyes slowly beginning to snap shut when a sudden disturbance at the side of her head jolted her back from dreamland to the dull reality of the day. "El. Quit it," she instantly said as she straightened herself out, grabbing the p

Olivia's POV It was weird when she first showed up. Another woman was stepping into my territory. And I instinctively put up my defense. The tension between us was palpable from the first moment we met. I had no intentions of becoming her friend and made no secret that I wasn't happy about her joining our happy little family. It's hard enough holding your ground in this field, and it's ten times harder when you're a woman but I managed. And then she sauntered in here looking all perfect in her dress shirts and pencil skirts, catching the eyes of every person in the squad room. Alex Cabot. Assistant District Attorney and infamous Ice Queen. S

He was her first. In many ways. As she sat there next to him in the car post-kiss, gazing into his eyes, she was reminded of days past and taken back to a place that felt like home. Days that melted into one another due to hazy hours in bed where the only thing that seemed worth waking were the wandering hands that held promise of pure ecstasy. She reveled in it. Hot summer afternoons were spent underneath light silken sheets holding bodies that ached for the others soothing touch. But that was all over now, and Maura Isles knew that they could never go back to that. She didn't need or want Garrett Fairfield anymore. That was clear to her now

Bellatrix looked on as Hermione continued another one of her stories – only after Bellatrix's constant insistence, of course. Sitting on one end of her couch while Hermione sat at the other, keeping at a safe distance from one another due to the silent uncertainty and discomfort that came upon them as the two sat alone in the living room while the sun disappeared from the sky. She was having a hard time keeping her mind in the present to listen to the story that she had convinced Hermione she wanted to hear so badly. She kept going back to that night with every stolen glance of Hermione's moving lips. Though she felt more comfortable si

The mid-day sunshine came showering down onto Bellatrix's face, causing her eyes to retreat to the safety behind her eyelids. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and she shifted form foot to foot on Hermione's doorstep, fighting to keep her eyes open. Fighting to keep them on Hermione. It was one of the hardest things she had put herself through in a while, and she used every bit of her strength to keep the thoughts of a stolen midnight kiss at bay. Unknown to Hermione, it too had been keeping Bellatrix awake at night. It had been keeping her away for all this time. And now, upon seeing Hermione at near ruin, she had resolved to keep it out of c

As she appeared from the brush covered trail she saw a small flash of fiery-orange hair before it disappeared into nothing in the front of Hermione Granger's house. She walked further down the pathway, shaking her head with a bittersweet smile. "Foolish boy," Bellatrix hissed to herself, coming from a place that held unknown hatred for the boy. She had changed her ways and herself – this was true. But she still did not like that Weasley boy. She rapped her knuckles against the wooden door and waited, leaning against the frame of the door. Knocking. That was something she still had to get used to. Heavy footsteps became louder along wi

"I don't know what to do, Ginny," Hermione sighed, staring down at her cup of tea. "What, something with the house elves again?" Ginny asked with little interest as she stirred the contents of her cup. "You know, I don't know why you go on letting things like that get to you, Hermione. It's a wonder you don't walk around depressed all the time." "I've done something terrible," Hermione went on as if she was somewhere far away from the kitchen table. Ginny had noticed her friend acting strangely ever since she arrived at her house. Hermione had invited her over for dinner, and it was apparent from the moment she stepped in the door that thi

It had been months since her realization. Months since she had been happy or even content with her life. The only time she was not miserable were those stolen moments where she was hidden away in the garden of her backyard, having hushed conversations with the woman that had found her way underneath her skin. Tonight they sat out on the cement wall bordering the garden from the rest of the yard, bathing in the moonlight as usual. "Tell me another story," Bellatrix said, bathing in the light of the moon. "You can't possibly have any enjoyment from my stories nor my thoughts," Hermione said, a smile on her face. Ever since the unlikely duo ha