Title: A Sense of Deja Vu 2/?
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU & Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Olivia/Alex & Izzie/Addison
Rating: PG - NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: Set in NY, two old friends, Alex and Addison, find it difficult to communicate their feelings to their respective crushes. Multi chapter fic.
Spoilers: Starts after season 3 in Grey’s Anatomy and after Alex’s return to SVU during season 10.
Dr Addison Forbes Montgomery sighed as she pulled the scrub cap from her head, her eyes dropped to the floor as she mentally prepared herself to tell a waiting father she was unable to save his unborn child, though his wife had pulled through and was now in recovery. Ever the professional, she delivered the news with poise and enough emotion to show she cared, yet enough detachment to not become too heavily involved. It was a skill she had perfected over the years and was a contributing factor to her mantle as one of the most acclaimed neonatal surgeons in the country. Other than her old friend Alexandra Cabot and the family she had grown accustomed from being independent of, all Addison had was work. The demands of being who she was meant she had little time for social activity. She met with Alex when she could and had missed the blond lawyer dreadfully during their years apart and catching up was high on her personal agenda. They had been so close whilst growing up, her surrogate sister was everything to her, and when she thought she had lost her forever, it was a pain she would never want to endure again.
The auburn haired beauty sat her weary body down onto the couch of her office, she glanced briefly at the New York skyline, unsure when darkness had descended. She knew she had been there beyond her required working hours yet again and after pronouncing the death of the baby, she had no concept of the time, having spent a long moment with the father and ensuring his wife was stable in recovery. She shifted and brought her legs up and reclined back onto the sofa, the fatigue taking over. Her mind drifted to the conversation she had shared with Alex that very day, the blond’s revelations of her feelings for a certain detective. The surgeon’s mind began to drift, to her own somewhat previous messy love life, or current lack of. A lone tear made a track down her tired features as she drifted into a light slumber dreaming what she had left behind and what could have been.
It felt that as soon as her head hit the softness of the pillow, her alarm sounded to wake her for another day of hard graft. She groaned as she reached over to hit the off button to end the shrill that had rudely awoken her. Addison mindlessly worked through her morning routine, preparing herself for work, she had it down to a fine art, every morning she looked immaculate, hair and make-up faultless, her designer garb perfect, what would take the average person a couple of hours to look this poised took Addison less than half the time, one of the ‘hazards’ of the job she would explain with irony.
Setting her coffee down on the desk before her, she leaned back in the oversized leather chair and momentarily closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for a group of interns she had inherited for the day, through no choice of her own. An incessant vibrating shook her from her reverie.
“Hey.” The surgeon smiled into the handset upon answering.
“So, I said I’d call, I’m calling.”
“What do you mean?”
“You never call at,” Addison twisted her wrist to check her watch, “seven thirty? Alex, what’s going on?”
“I just thought I’d call before I got to the office and the day disappears.”
“Sure ok. How’s Olivia?” The redhead asked sceptically. The sigh on the other end of the phone confirmed her suspicions that Alex had indeed called for a reason. “Spill, what happened?”
“We had dinner.” The lawyer responded wistfully.
“And? Geez, Alex, it’s like drawing blood from a stone and I’m a great doctor, but even I can’t do that, you’re going to have to help me out here.”
“Wow, conceited much?”
“You have five minutes Alexandra before rounds, tell me now.” The redhead demanded losing patience.
“What do you mean nothing happened?” the redhead’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t tell her.”
“Ok . . .” Addison paused, knowing the poised and sensible ADA would have a very good reason, “why?”
“It didn’t feel right, we’ve both changed Addie, and it wouldn’t be fair to spring this on her right away. I’m just going to sit back and see if we can build on the friendship we had before.”
“That’s not like you Lexie, you usually go for what you want.”
The counselor sighed, “I’ve learnt the art of patience Addison, I’ve had to.”
Addison closed her eyes, regretting the words she had spoken, “I’m sorry Alex.”
“I know you are.”
“So, what happens next? I mean, do I get to spend my time with a brooding Alexandra Cabot?” the doctor joked.
“Yes, I’m going to be the insufferable teenager, like when I was so in love with Jimmy Van Borden in high school.”
“Oh please, you cannot be that bad.” Addison winced at the memory of a lovesick, teenaged Alexandra Cabot.
“You haven’t met Olivia.” Alex smiled.
“Touché, when do I get to meet the lovely detective?”
“I’ll arrange something, schedules permitting.”
“I’ll hold you to that counselor, I need to meet the woman held so close to my Lexie’s heart.”
“You’ll love her.”
“I trust your judgement . . . most of the time.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You know full well Alexandra.”
Alex groaned, she had her fair share of calamities in the past. “Fair point.”
“I am going to have to love you and leave you Lexie.”
“Ok, I’ll call you.”
“Just not so early next time.”
“Agreed. Have a great day.”
“You too. Bye.” Addison sighed as she hit the end button. She would have to talk to Alex soon, the turmoil inside her was beginning to eat her alive. She was happy to help Alex with her love life, happy to help her dear friend and listen to the perils of being so deeply attracted and connected to someone, only it hit a little too close to home.
Detective Olivia Benson chased the gurney into the Emergency Room, eager to stay as close to the victim as possible. She cringed as the sound of the gurney crashed through another set of doors, this time she was halted.
“Ma’am you can’t go in there.”
“I’m Detective Benson, Special Victim’s Unit.” She said flashing her badge, trying to look passed the nurse before her.
“I understand detective, but you are not authorised to enter the trauma room. Let the doctor’s do their job, and then you can do yours.”
“Ok.” Olivia put her hands up in surrender, “Ok.”
“Have you located the boy’s parents?” asked the nurse.
“My partner’s picking up the mother, they’re on their way.”
The brunette sat on the plastic seating, silently waiting for her partner to arrive. Her mind drifted to the previous night. She frowned as she remembered how on edge the blond ADA had been when Olivia first arrived at the office. It had made her concerned, if not a little uncomfortable, however a glass of wine later and the counselor had seemed almost like her old self, laughing, joking and talking freely with the detective. Olivia had missed Alex terribly, having her wrenched from her life had left a huge void in her life, not only did the squad miss her professionally, but the sultry detective had felt a massive loss personally. She and the blond had grown closer after a seemingly frosty start. Olivia had never been one to befriend anyone easily, despite her compassion and empathy in her job, she was very guarded and protective when it came to Olivia Benson the person. Elliot she considered her best friend, she could pretty much talk to him about anything. Almost anything. Her burgeoning ‘relationship’ with Alex had not been one of them. Even after that fateful night, Olivia decided to bury her head in the sand and carry her burden alone. It wasn’t healthy she knew, but she did not want to share her feelings for Alex with anyone but the woman herself.
It had broken her heart all over again when she had learnt of Alex’s return, with no word from the ADA, it left her feeling confused and alone on another level. She wasn’t proud of her reaction to Alex when she returned to the unit, it had ultimately been a shock to see the blond standing before the squad once again. Her initial reaction was to put her emotional shutters up again for fear of being hurt further. The frost between them had quickly thawed as they spent more time together on cases, realising once again what a great team they made on the job. It began stirring old feelings for Olivia, who, after several conversations, realised how hard it was for Alex to adjust to a life she never thought she would have again. Having to be Alexandra Cabot again, with the expectations that came with it, must have been a chore in itself. The detective also realised she too hadn’t initiated contact with Alex, and while she understood the ADA to be the confident kick ass lawyer with a swagger, Miss Cabot was as vulnerable and human as she was and the victims she saw on a daily basis. Alex had been a victim. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts that plagued her, Alex was back in her life, they were having dinner and conversation again, it wasn’t yet what she ultimately wanted, but it was a start. Her phone began ringing in her pocket. The detective smiled at the identification of the caller.
“Hey yourself. Where are you?”
“I’m at Bellevue.”
“Oh Liv, are you ok?” Olivia smiled at the panic and concern in the ADA’s voice.
“I’m fine Alex, I’m on a new case.”
“Oh good, I mean not good because someone’s in the hospital but good because . . .”
“You’re rambling, what’s wrong?”
“I hate how you know me so well detective.” Alex smiled into the phone.
Alex sighed in response, she didn’t hate it at all, the opposite in fact. She avoided the question and decided to deal with the business at hand. “Don’t get mad.”
“Alex, what is it?”
“Are you sitting down?”
Olivia looked perplexed, she looked around, ensuring there were no eaves droppers in sight, “Yes?”
“Is that a question or a statement detective?”
“Alex, I’m sitting down, get to the point, you’re scaring me.”
“Barami got out on bail.”
“WHAT?” the detective acclaimed, a little too loudly, “How?” she said quieter.
“Who? How? There’s no way he knows anyone who could afford that.”
“I don’t know Liv, I’m sorry.”
“What for? It’s not your fault Alex.”
“I know.” The blond sighed, her detectives had worked solidly for almost three weeks to bring a case against David Barami, a dust cart operator for the city.
“So don’t beat yourself up over it. Promise me?”
“I promise.” Alex smiled, she loved how Olivia reassured her.
“Err, Detective Benson?” A tall, slender blond woman hovered over the brunette.
“Alex, I’ll call you later.” She swiftly removed the phone from her ear and stood to greet her intruder.
“Yes?” Olivia said, smiling briefly at the memory of Alex’s response to the same word in their recent conversation. She also used the smile to put the woman at ease, she appeared to be late twenties, early thirties at most, someone nervous and fidgety, yet unthreatening, her brown eyes looking questioningly at the detective.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was told to come and speak with you, I’m . . .”
“Are you the doctor who was at the scene?” the detective realised.
“Are you ok to come down the station to talk to us?” the brunette asked.
“Yes ma’am.” The doctor replied.
“Can you just wait here while I make a call . . . sorry I didn’t catch your name.”
“Dr Stevens, Isobel Stevens.”
To be continued . . . .