Title: A Sense of Deja Vu 3/?
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU & Grey's Anatomy - crossover
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 Stevens, if you could take a seat.” Olivia offered the doctor a seat in one of the interrogation rooms. The young doctor looked like a deer caught in headlights as she took in her surroundings. “You have nothing to be worried about, I’m just going to ask you a few questions about what happened, what you saw, you’re not under arrest, you’re not a suspect. You saved the boys life.” The doctor nodded in response. “Can I get you a drink Dr Stevens?”
“Call me Izzie, it feels weird being called Dr Stevens outside of the hospital. I’d love a coffee please.” Izzie smiled. Olivia walked to the door and yelled through the squad room.
“Finn, can we get a couple of coffees in here?” the detective turned back to the doctor, a smug look on her face. “He’ll hate me for doing that.” That she explained.
“Got to keep them in their place.” Izzie agreed.
“Ok, I know this is going to be hard, but what can you tell me? Start from the beginning, what were you doing in the park?”
“I was taking a walk, I had to clear my head. I’ve had a lot on my mind recently.”
“Were you with anyone?” Olivia asked carefully.
“No, I was alone.” Izzie confirmed.
“Do you recall anyone acting suspiciously?”
“I honestly don’t remember detective, I was lost in my own little world, I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” Olivia reassured the young woman by patting her clasped hands. There was a clatter at the door, the detective rose from her seat and opened the door to see Finn standing bemused holding two cups of coffee. He crossed the threshold and placed the cups on the table.
“Let it be known I only do this for pretty ladies.” He joked.
“Izzie this is Detective Tutuola, Finn, Dr Izzie Stevens.”
Finn extended a hand, “ Nice to meet you. You must be our hero.”
Izzie blushed at the compliment, “I did what I had to do.”
“You’d be surprised how many people around here would have walked straight passed.”
“That’s awful.” Izzie responded.
“Thank you Odafin.” Olivia hissed, the streetwise detective took his cue to leave. “Right where were we?”
“I didn’t see anyone acting suspiciously.”
“Were you listening to an mp3 player? Using your cell phone?”
“No, I really was on another planet.” Izzie laughed nervously.
“Can you describe where you were and what happened when you saw Bradley?”
“Bradley? I didn’t know his name.” The doctor paused. “I’d been walking around aimlessly for ages and so I saw a bench and headed toward it. I saw a sneaker on the floor and just presumed it was lost. Then I heard a rustling in the bushes behind me and a low groan.” Izzie’s eyes were focused on her hands around the coffee cup, she briefly closed her eyes before opening them again, “I stood up but I couldn’t see anything, then a figure just bolted.”
“Ok, what did the figure look like?” Olivia asked gently.
“Human, definitely human.” Izzie laughed.
“I’m relieved you can recognise a human with you being a doctor and all.” The detective smiled.
“It’s something I picked up.” The blond returned, “ Judging on build and height I would say male. But, he was dressed head to toe in black, he was wearing a hoody and I didn’t see his face.”
“Not at all?”
“No. Not even a glimpse.” Confirmed the doctor.
“How tall was he?”
“A rough guess, 6 feet, athletic build.”
The brunette was writing down everything the blond was saying.
“What prompted you to move into the bushes?”
“I heard a cry for help.”
“At which point did you call the police?”
“I walked over, slowly, to see who was calling and I saw a foot, with the same sneaker as the one on the path, only there was someone attached to this one. I looked closer . . .” Izzie fought back the tears as she spoke, “and there was a little boy.” The tears spilled and flowed down the blond’s features.
“Shhhh, it’s ok, you’re doing really well.” Olivia soothed. Izzie used her sleeve to swipe at the tears. “Is that when you called 911?”
“Yes, I spoke to the operator and explained I was a doctor and the boy needed help.”
“She told me a unit was two minutes away and to wait for the police.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I’m a doctor, detective, I had to do something.”
“It’s ok Izzie, you saved his life.” Olivia assured, “I think we’ve got all we need for now. Do you need a ride somewhere?”
“I could use a ride back to my hotel, if it’s no trouble?”
“No problem, look, I’m going to get a bite anyway, why don’t you join me?” the brunette asked with a warm smile.
“Sure, that sounds great.” Izzie beamed. She had felt lonely since arriving in the Big Apple. Izzie Stevens had not visited New York before, this was surely an adventure and not one she would forget in a hurry. She was here on a mission, and so far, she had only been delayed in her task.
Izzie sat silently picking at a salad while Olivia chewed on her club sandwich, there hadn’t been much dialogue and the young doctor looked like she needed a distraction, so the detective initiated conversation.
“You here on business?”
“I’d say pleasure, but I’ve not had much of that yet, in a none dirty way of course.” The scatty doctor clarified, “I’m looking for someone.” She sighed.
“Manhattan’s a big place.”
“I’ve noticed, needle in a haystack and all that.” The blonde waved her hand around indicating the vastness.
“Where’ve you come from?”
Olivia whistled, “That’s a long way from home, he must be worth it.”
Izzie snorted, “There is no he. I’ve a lot to think about and if I find her, then we’ve a lot to talk about.”
“Sounds like you’ve done a lot of thinking already.” Olivia popped a potato chip into her mouth.
“Well she must be something special if you’ve come all this way.”
“She can definitely be described as special.” Izzie laughed.
“She a doctor too?” Olivia guessed.
“Yeah, how’d you . . .”
“I figured your profession’s not dissimilar to mine in the meeting people department.”
“I’m not even sure which hospital she’s at, if she’s even working at one.”
“There’s a few.”
“I’ve noticed that too.” Izzie smiled sadly.
“I’d ask you what you think of the city, but I don’t think you’ve had the best experience of it so far.” The brunette smirked.
“And I would say you were right detective.” The doctor smiled genuinely. It was the first time Olivia had seen it, Izzie Stevens was quite a picture, the detective thought.
“Call me Olivia.”
“Oh hey Your Honor.” Olivia frowned at how ridiculous the casual greeting went with the formal title. “Izzie this is Judge Donnelly.” She said introducing her lunch date to Alex Cabot’s former supervisor.
The two women exchanged polite smiles.
“I trust Alexandra informed you about Barami?”
“There’s nothing I could do, the bail was set and then posted.”
“I understand Your Honor, it happens.”
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
“We’ll get him at trial, Alex will nail his ass to the wall, er, Your Honor.”
Liz Donnelly chuckled at the detective’s use of language, “Alexandra is the best we have, of course she will, I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Olivia beamed with pride that her friend is held in such high esteem. “Right well, I have to be back in chambers. Bye detective, Izzie.” The judge bid her farewell and left the bistro.
“Alex? She’s our ADA.”
“Is that all?”
“She’s a friend.”
“Uh huh.” Izzie teased, she’d not known the detective long but felt comfortable in her presence.
“She’s just a friend.”
“Oh please.” The blonde retorted.
“What do you mean by that?” exclaimed the detective.
“Your eyes light up whenever someone says her name.”
“They do not.” Olivia defended.
“They so do.”
“I’m afraid so.” Izzie agreed, sensing the detective’s feelings were under wraps. Olivia sighed.
“I think I have myself a similar little situation to yours.”
“Alexandra, two of my old favorites in one day, I am lucky.”
“I saw you just this morning Liz. And what do you mean two? And what do you mean by ‘old’?”
“Relax Alex, by old I mean passed, and by two, I saw the delectable Detective Benson dining with a beautiful young blond during lunch hour.”
“Detective Benson? Who was she with?”
“Izzie, that’s all I got. Quite a striking pair.”
“Olivia’s not . . .”
“Gay? Come on Alex . . .”
“I was going to say ‘seeing anyone’.” Alex said through gritted teeth.
“Well I certainly felt like an intruder.”
“You make her nervous Liz.” The ADA tried an excuse.
“You and I both know Alexandra that Detective Benson does not get nervous around the likes of lil old me. You need to sort your shit out Alex before Detective Benson does start seeing someone.”
And with that the Judge was gone, leaving a reeling ADA to process what had just happened.
Alexandra Cabot strolled through the doors of the 1-6 and straight up to Olivia’s desk.
“Counselor.” The detective greeted without looking up. She had sensed the whirlwind approaching.
“Detective.” It was the steely tone in the ADA’s voice that caused Olivia to look up. What she saw was not what she was expecting. The blond stood perfectly still, hands on the hips of her perfectly fitting navy skirt suit. Olivia couldn’t help but give the lawyer a once over before risking a look at the thunderous face of Alexandra Cabot. She daren’t think it, but right now, Alex was as sexy as hell.
“What, err, what can I do for you Alex?” the detective asked slightly nervous.
“Where were you?”
“1.30? We were supposed to be going over some case files.” Alex was seething.
“I told you this morning we caught a new case.” Olivia could feel the tension mounting so rose from her chair. In order to argue with Alexandra Cabot, you had to be on the same physical level as her. The whole squad room had come to a standstill. Olivia moved her eyes from side to side, Detective John Munch and Odafin Tutuola chose that moment to walk in.
“Looks like we’ve stumbled upon a lovers tiff. How I’ve missed those.” Munch said, his hand over his heart. He continued to his desk as if nothing had happened.
Olivia shook her head and grabbed Alex by the elbow manoeuvring her to an empty interrogation rooms. Alex waited until they were out of ear shot before she spoke.
“I am not one of your suspects detective, you cannot manhandle me.”
“Of course not, you’d enjoy it too much.” Olivia muttered.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing it doesn’t matter.”
“You said you’d call back.” Alex accused, quickly throwing herself back into the argument.
“I didn’t have time.”
“But you had time to have lunch.” The ADA accused.
“I have to eat Alex.”
“We all have to eat Olivia.”
“What is your problem counselor?” The blond was sounding a little childish to the detective.
“You are my problem detective, you should have been with me when you were on a date.”
“On a date? Seriously Alex? Is that what you think?”
“I, no, Liz said . . .”
“Liz Donnelly? Alex, I thought better of you than to listen to the likes of Liz Donnelly.”
“She’s a judge!”
“She’s your old boss!” Olivia finished, exasperated. A thought suddenly occurred to her. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Which one?” Alex asked childishly.
“You thought I was on a date?”
“But you’re just itching to know who I was with.”
“I am not.”
“You are, I can tell. Why are you so bothered Alex?”
“I’m not bothered, I . . .” Alex straightened her posture, “I want an explanation as to why I wasted my time waiting for one of my detectives without so much of a phone call.”
“You want to know where I was and who I was with? That’s not the behaviour of an ADA Alex, it’s the behaviour of a . . .”
Olivia paused and took a deep breath to calm herself, “I was with a witness, she’s not from around here and she was first on the scene, she saved the life of the boy, so I bought her some lunch before taking her back to her hotel.” The detective paused, “Ok, that could sound really wrong, but I assure you it’s not.” She said holding her hands up.
“If you’d have just let me explain in the first place we wouldn’t have had to go through all . . . that.” Olivia said waving her hand toward the squad room.
“I’m sorry Liv.”
“Are you ok Alex? You don’t look so great.”
“Just a little stressed, I’ll be fine.” Alex looked sheepish as she began to speak again, “You’re very compassionate detective and I’m sorry I didn’t give you the benefit of the doubt.”
“And I should have called to reschedule.”
“Truce?” offered Alex.
“I’d like that.”
“It’s just like it used to be.”
“It almost is Alex.”
To be continued . . .