Title: A Sense of Deja Vu 7/?
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU & Grey’s Anatomy - crossover</span>
Pairing: Olivia/Alex & Izzie/Addison
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.
“Alex?” Olivia called gently.
“Are you ok?” she asked. Alex stirred and sat up, her hair tousled, her eyes bright yet vulnerable, Olivia could see the raw emotion on the blond’s features.
“Yeah.” Alex replied with a yawn. Olivia smiled at the cuteness before her. She brushed an errant strand of hair from the counselor’s face, Alex in turn blushed at the contact.
“We should eat, it’s getting cold.”
“Mmm it smells so good.” The blond said as she picked up her abandoned carton. Olivia followed suit and reclaimed her own carton of Chinese food. “And you remembered my favourite. I might keep you.” Alex joked.
“It wasn’t hard to forget Alex, every time we had Chinese food you chose the same dish.” Olivia smiled, “And for the record I wouldn’t want to be kept by anyone else.” She said, her face serious.
“Olivia Benson, a kept woman, I can’t picture it.” Alex laughed.
“Alex!” Olivia warned sternly.
“Olivia!” Alex mimicked. The brunette laughed at the playful Alexandra Cabot. “Liv?”
“Yes Alex?” Olivia replied with a question before popping some noodles into her mouth.
“What’s going on between you and Izzie?” Alex asked, prodding her food with her chopsticks. Olivia choked at the unexpected question.
“There’s nothing going on between us. Why would you think that Alex?”
“You seem really friendly with her.”
“Alex.” Olivia sighed, “How many times do we have to go through this?”
“I’m sorry, ok? I’ve not been the most secure of people since, since I got shot and nearly died.” Alex was close to donning her court persona, Olivia decided to nip it in the bud before the situation once again got out of hand. She put down her carton once again, she took Alex’s too and placed it on the wood of the table. The detective shifted in her seat and faced the ADA, she scooped up Alex’s hands into her own.
“Alex,” Olivia looked at their joined hands, took a deep breath then looked into Alex’s baby blues. “There’s nothing going on between myself and Izzie because she knows that I only have eyes for someone else.” The brunette smiled. “Besides, she came all the way out here to follow her own heart and trust me, it doesn’t belong to me.”
Alex smiled, “I think we need to continue this conversation anywhere other than my office.”
“Ok.” Olivia thought for a moment, she composed herself, “Miss Cabot, would you like to accompany me for a drink this evening?”
“Miss Benson, I would love to accompany you for a drink this evening.” Alex replied with a full beaming smile.
Izzie shifted in her seat, she pulled away from Addison, wiping the last of the tears from her face with a napkin.
“What for sweetie?” Addison said with concern, she gently stroked the young doctor’s cheek.
“This, for crying, for being unbelievably embarrassing in such a public place.”
“Don’t ever be sorry for showing your emotions Izzie, it’s one of the things I love about you.” Addison smiled sweetly, rubbing the younger woman’s back.
“Do you want something to eat? We could move into the restaurant.” Izzie asked, sensing the need for further conversation. She was also very aware of her growling stomach.
“That sounds like a great idea.” Addison confirmed and downed the rest of her drink. The redhead swivelled in her seat to dismount, right at the same time as the blond, as they both dismounted, they landed in very close proximity to one another, Izzie’s hands found themselves on Addison’s hips. “Erm, hi.” Addison joked. Izzie shuddered at the way the surgeon’s breath danced across the skin on her neck, she dropped her head which landed on the redhead’s shoulder. Naturally Addison put her arms around the blond and pulled her closer, making up for the loss of intimate contact after all those months. “God knows how I’ve missed you Izzie.” Addison sighed. With one last squeeze, she gently took a hold of the blond’s arms and prized her away. “You look tired.” She stated, seeing the slight darkness beneath the chocolate eyes.
“I am.” Izzie replied with a small smile. “A lot has happened over the last few days.”
“Come on.” Addison said, grabbing her coat, “You can tell me all about it over dinner.”
The bar was off the beaten track, a bijous setting that felt private and intimate. Olivia had discovered it one night when she was out walking not long after Alex had left the first time. The detective would spend hours walking the streets of Manhattan, trying to fathom what had happened and trying to come to terms with her loss.
“I love this place.” Alex said sipping from a glass of red wine. “How did you find it?”
“I sort of stumbled across it.” Olivia replied, not wanting to go into detail.
“It’s cosy.” She smiled and glanced sideways at the detective who was sat next to her in the booth.
“So . . .” Olivia began, suddenly bashful and unsure of herself.
“So . . .” Alex mimicked, “Are you going to tell me it is who you have eyes for?” she asked, taking the bold first step. Olivia looked down at the glass between her hands, she took a sip of the whiskey and set it back on the table, she turned to look at the waiting crystal blue eyes which harboured a hint of hope.
“You Alex, it’s always been you.”
The Carlton Hotel on Madison offered modern luxury in a building over one hundred years old. It’s mix of tradition and modern interior was welcoming and stylish. Addison felt at home in the building, especially with her present company. The Country restaurant on the hotel’s premises offered fine cuisine and dining. It was a little lavish, compared to what Izzie was used to, but this was an extraordinary situation and having dinner with an extraordinary woman.
“I like this.” Addison said, her hand flailing around in the air.
“I thought you might.” Izzie smiled.
“You seem to pay a lot of attention to my tastes Stevens.”
“We spent a lot of time together, and you sort of had an effect on me.” The blond responded.
“Only sort of?”
“You know it was more than that Addie.” Izzie was tired and somewhat fed up of the verbal sparring.
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I meant what I said Izzie, all that’s missing from my life is you.”
The blond sighed, “What are you saying Addie?”
“I miss you and I didn’t realise how much until I left and I couldn’t have you anymore and I know you feel the same because you told me.” Addison said across the table.
“It’s the reason I came looking for you.”
“Do you like New York?” the attending asked nonchalantly before placing a forkful of food in her mouth.
“Yes, and no, I can’t say I’ve had the best of experiences.”
“You should be proud of yourself Izzie, for what you did.”
“Anyone would have done the same.”
“Not just anyone Iz, Manhattan has it’s charm, but it also has it’s flaws.”
“I can think of one charm in particular.” Izzie said brazenly.
“Do share . . .” Addison asked, an eyebrow raised. She took a chance and with her Christian Laboutin designer shoes stroked the inside of Izzie’s calf. It was Izzie’s turn to raise an eyebrow, she offered a cocky grin before speaking.
“You Addison Forbes Montgomery,” Izzie used the other woman’s full name, “are the one attraction I’d like to revisit.”
“Just once?” Addison rasped.
“No.” The blond stated simply.
“Iz, please don’t leave tomorrow.”
The attorney could see the honesty in the depths of Olivia’s orbs. Her mind started to flashback on moments they had shared together. Their first encounter of one another, their first social outing, the moment Alex knew she was falling for the detective, the night she was shot. The latter was a particularly poignant memory. The scar on her shoulder twinged with pain at the mere thought. Alex visibly winced, her shoulder instinctively rolling in toward her body for protection. Olivia reacted quickly offering her friend help. The moment the detective’s hand touched her face, Alex snapped out of her reverie.
“Sweetie, are you ok?” Olivia asked, concern pouring from her eyes.
“Yeah, I just got a twinge.” Alex replied holding her shoulder.
“I thought it may have been something I said.” The detective said sadly.
“No! No,” Alex reassured immediately, her hand reached out to Olivia’s and clasped it in her own. “I was thinking about the time I started falling for you.” She said dreamily.
“And that caused you pain?” Olivia joked. Alex swiped her free hand at the detective.
“Again, no.” She said sternly. “It was the first time you stood up for me against the rest of the squad, like you were defending my honour.”
“That was,” Olivia paused, thinking, “that was like years and years ago.” She couldn’t put an exact timeframe on it.
“I know.” Alex sighed.
“I know.” Alex repeated.
“And do you know why I defended you?”
“I have no idea, because I’m pretty sure the squad were right that time – and only time.” Alex clarified with a smirk.
“Because I had a major school girl crush on you.” Olivia revealed, a goofy grin appearing on her features.
“That makes sense.” The ADA pondered.
“So now we’ve established we have a mutual appreciation for one another, what are we going to do about it?”
Alex adopted her thinking face, “I guess we could do this.” She said before leaning into the detective and capturing her lips with her own. It had been years of dreaming of this moment, their hands still clasped as their lips unified. The kiss was tender, careful, a moment to be cherished for the rest of their lives. Olivia brought her hand up, tangled it in the blond locks and pulled the ADA closer. Alex’s tongue sought the entrance to Olivia’s mouth, she obliged, allowing the blond to explore her mouth with her velvety, wine tasting tongue. Olivia gave everything she had, she poured all her emotion into this one act, showing Alex how much she wanted her, her tongue danced with Alex’s, entwined into one entity. The blond’s free hand sneaked it’s way under the brunette’s shirt, her finger nails scraping delicately against the toned skin of the detective’s stomach, leaving a path of goose bumps in their wake. The moment was electric, Alex felt alive for the first time in years, she could quite happily stay locked in this embrace forever, but realised she would soon have to cut short for fear of running out of breath. Should she run out of breath however, she would die a very happen woman. The taste of the tall dark brooding detective was everything she expected and more, the kiss was explosive, Olivia really was what fantasies were made of. It was the detective that gently tugged herself away.
“Hey.” She grinned.
“Hey yourself.” Alex replied goofily.
“I could totally do that again.”
“I would totally let you.” Alex said as she leaned in again to capture the detective’s swollen lips.
“I’m not going anywhere for now, I was starting to think I wouldn’t find you.” The blond replied.
“Maybe, just maybe, it was meant to be.” Addison pondered.
“You think fate brought us together?” Izzie quizzed.
“A little and your stubborn streak, once you set your mind to something you don’t give up easily.”
“Yeah, there is that.” Izzie smiled.
“So why did you travel all this way Iz?”
“I wanted to find you and tell you how much it hurt to have you walk away from me, from us.”
Addison’s head dropped, the hurt in Izzie’s voice was too much, to look her in the eye now would completely tear her apart.
“I didn’t know if there was an us Izzie.” Addison said truthfully, she spared a glance at the blond. “I didn’t know what we were and by the time I had decided to leave you had done a darn good job of pushing me away.”
“We can keep talking about the same thing Addie or we can decide what happens next.”
“I think that all depends on you.” The redhead said earnestly.
“Yes, I’m happy here, I’m not going back to Seattle Izzie, there’s too much I needed to get away from in the first place, and before you jump in, you’re not one of them, I want you Isobel Stevens, I want you here with me.” Proclaimed Addison.
“You want me to move to New York?” asked the startled doctor.
“May be not at first, you said yourself you wanted to revist me," Addison smiled with the reminder, "I just want you in my life again Izzie, I want to be able to hold you and kiss you and stay in bed on Sunday mornings reading the papers and drinking coffee, I want to walk with you in the park, hold your hand and throw snowballs in the winter. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you Izzie and seeing you again has made me realise.” Addison poured.
“Realise what?” asked Izzie tentatively.
“I love you.”
TBC . . .