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‘Lt, that smells like your perfume. are you sure you’re not the killer?’ one of the detectives chuckled along with the others. “Detective, I am your boss you are subordinate — you shouldn’t be making jokes, you should be more interested in finding the killer.” silence arose after Olivia spoke her tone as cold as ice; she may have been a girl but she had the detectives at her feet, literally: Olivia was a medium built, with brunette hair falling just below her shoulders, olive toned skin complimenting her dark hazel eyes, how her lips were a dark but rosy pink, she was friends with the detectives but she had to keep up her tough façade, she wouldn’t have made it to a place of power if she showed weakness.
back at the precinct
Olivia sat at her desk debating whether to call ‘her.’ she shouldn’t, she had to - Olivia dialed the number, one ring, two, after the third, a voice on the other end — “Liv, what’s going on your calling me during work hours. Are you okay?!” the voice was soft, innocent, caring with a hint of stress, Olivia spoke; “Lex, I’m okay don’t worry but do you mind coming by the precinct to my office?” — the girls' response was happy, less worried, “Olivia. how do you expect your detectives to react to having a Defense Attorney coming into a homicide unit? No one knows you are dating anyone: let alone a girl, even worse a defense attorney” emphasizing defense attorney. “Alexandra Cabot, just come, Sooner rather than later." Olivia's voice was more annoyed, she hadn’t thought about the fact that she would be exposing herself, oh well.
Olivia sat sifting through the case files, that Goddamn perfume would haunt her, she didn’t even hear Alexandra come through the precinct, not until there was a knock on her door. “Come in!” Olivia yelled shuffling all the case files away, “Alexandra, good to see you. Shut the door behind you and lock it please.” Alex complied, after doing as Olivia said she made her way over to her, standing just over the brunette “So Benson, what is this social call for?” Olivia sighed, “I think you know.” Alexandra stood slightly looking down at the brunette, speechless. Alexandra had short blonde hair, black glasses sitting on the edge of her nose, she was tall, taller in heels, legs for days enough to make Olivia comply to her every word, “Alexandra. I can’t believe you killed him.” Alex managed to say, “Olivia. Margaret. Benson. How dare you. I would never, I could not hav-“ Alex muttered, she wasn’t even halfway through when something covered her mouth, well not something -- someone, leaning into the kiss, Olivia broke apart hands still cupped against Alex's Cheeks, “Lexie, It was your perfume. I know that because one of the detectives joked about it being my perfume. I used your perfume this morning not my normal one. Now don’t worry, just next time you decide to do that, Lex please bring me in, I’ll help you cover it up, don’t try and do it yourself.” another kiss.