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Silly Elevator Thing
Olivia appeared in the doorway of the attorney's office. "You ready
to go?"
"Yep." Alex rose and tucked her legal pad into her briefcase.
As the two women walked toward the bank of elevators, Olivia
asked, "Anything else we need to go over?"
"No, I think we're good," Alex replied. She pressed the Down
button. "It's a he said/she said on what happened, and I
think the judge will believe what she said." She smiled at Olivia.
"So I should leave out the part where I stomped on Maak's fingers
right before the confession?" Olivia joked.
"That might be best." Alex impatiently pressed the button
again. "Good grief, this thing is even slower than usual today."
"Are we running late?"
"No, I've just had it with these elevators." She pointed toward a
set of metal doors in the corner. "Yesterday that one stopped about
a foot above the floor, and the day before that it was a foot too
low. They were supposed to fix it today." She waved her hand
across the empty hallway. "You can see they jumped right on it."
"Well, that's because they've spent all their budget on ADA
salaries."
Alex turned to her. "Are you on medication?"
A soft ping from the corner announced the arrival of the long-awaited lift.
"You sure that one's safe?"
"They assured us it was just a minor glitch," Alex replied. "I
think we can live dangerously this once."
The women waited for a couple of secretaries to alight, then stepped
inside.
"If Langan asks you about kneeing Maak's brother in the groin--"
Alex's advice was cut short by a loud screech, and suddenly the
elevator dropped several feet before coming to an abrupt halt,
sending both women tumbling to the floor.
"Ow!" Alex rubbed the back of her head.
"You OK?" Olivia asked. She scrambled over to the attorney's side
and laid her hand on soft blonde hair.
"Yeah, just banged up a little. What the hell happened?"
"Maintenance's idea of a minor glitch, apparently." Rising, Olivia
strode over to the rectangular panel at the front of the
compartment. She jabbed at one button, then another, and then the
alarm button. Nothing. "We don't seem to have any power," she said.
She reached to unclip her cell phone, but Alex had beaten her to
it. "Liz? Alex. We're stuck in the damn elevator. . . Just
now. . . . I don't know; it just stopped. Will you call Hal? . . .
Not funny, Liz. . . . No, it's not. . . . No, I won't think it is
later." She slammed the phone shut.
Pacing impatiently, Olivia eyed the control panel before extending
her scrutiny to the ceiling.
A few minutes later, Alex's phone rang. "Cabot. . . . I'm not
sure. We dropped first. . . . Olivia, will you yell out to see if
they can hear you?"
"Hey!" Olivia shouted. "We're in here!"
Alex spoke into her phone again. "Anything? . . . Try again,
Olivia."
"In here! Get this goddamned elevator moving, you mother-"
"OK, that's good," Alex said. "Still nothing?" With an exasperated
sigh, she closed the phone and leaned back against the wall. "They
can't hear us."
"Well, how hard can it be to find us?" Olivia exclaimed. "We're in
elevator number 666 somewhere between the 9th and the 1st floors.
Do the math."
"These guys are regular maintenance," Alex said. "Light bulbs,
pipes, wiring. They don't do elevators. We have a contract with
Otis for that."
"Oh, for Christ's sake."
"So we're here for the duration. Two hours at least, she says. Oh,
hell!" Alex grabbed for her cell phone again. "Liz? You'd better
call Preston and tell her we'll be late. Oh, yeah, and Cragen,
too . . . . Yes, she's with me. We're stuck in here together."
Alex didn't speak for a moment, but a slight red flush crossed the
attorney's face. "I don't know what you're talking about. Goodbye,
Liz," she said firmly.
"What'd she say?"
"Nothing," Alex said quickly.
"She's calling the judge?"
"Oh, that. Yes." Alex glanced at her watch. "We're late no matter
what now anyway."
Neither woman bothered to see how much time had passed when Olivia
finally groaned, "God, it's an oven in here. Are they working on
the damn thing?"
"I don't hear anything." Leaning back against the wall fanning
herself halfheartedly, Alex closed her eyes. "This is just great."
"You're not claustrophobic, are you, Alex?"
"No."
"Oh, OK. Then you don't need to be . . . held . . . or
anything . . ."
Alex sat up. "Well, now that you mention it, I do feel sort of
wired."
Olivia walked over and knelt beside her. "Poor thing. All that
adrenalin pumping to go kick some ass in court," she murmured, "and
then trapped here, getting all hot and sticky with me."
Light blue eyes followed a bead of sweat as it trailed down Olivia's
neck. "I am getting hot," she said.
"Maybe you should unbutton your blouse," Olivia said. "If you get
too warm."
"Well, I'm pretty warm right now." Alex unbuttoned the top two
buttons of her blouse, and then, after a brief hesitation, slipped
another one through the loop.
"Me too." Olivia slipped off her blazer. "How long did they say
it'd be?"
"Two hours, minimum."
Olivia checked her watch. "Another forty-five minutes at least,
then. With the AC out, it's just going to get worse," she
said. "Those panty hose will have to go."
The ADA hesitated briefly, chewing on her lip.
"No one will know," Olivia said quietly. "You can put them back on
later." She leaned back and stared as Alex slipped off first her
left shoe and then her right, then reached with both hands for the
hem of her skirt.
"Are you going to watch me?" the attorney asked a little self-consciously.
"Yes," Olivia said bluntly, her gaze boring into Alex's.
"Oh, God."
"Come on, Alex," Olivia urged. "You know you want to."
"Oh, God," Alex said again. After a moment, she slowly drew her
skirt up her thighs.
An appreciative "yesss" filled the small space. "What did Liz say
to you?" Olivia commanded softly.
"She said . . . ." Alex paused as the hem of her skirt reached the
top of her thighs. "She said `lucky me' to be stuck in an elevator
with you." She reached under her skirt and shoved her panty hose
down to her knees.
"Are you feeling lucky, Alex?" Olivia murmured. She edged closer to
the attorney and drew open her blouse, pressing her lips against the
thin silk covering Alex's breast.
"Yes." Alex closed her eyes as a hand slipped between her
legs. "Very lucky . . . ."
"Oh, yeah." Olivia moaned at the sensation. "Yeah, you are." She
gently thrust her arm forward.
"Oh, God . . . ."
EPILOG
As she neared the squad room, Alex's stride slowed instinctively at
the sight of the White Collar ADA temporarily assigned to SVU for
training in retaliation for a certain smartass remark to Branch last
week.
"Hey, Cabot," Munch greeted her. "Novak here was just telling us
about your shared experience with Benson."
"My what?"
"Novak and Liv had the same experience in the elevator this morning
that you had last week," Elliot filled in.
"She was amazing," Novak said, smiling widely at the detective.
"I see." Crossing both arms, Alex aimed a frosty glare at Olivia,
who was rejoining the group after filling her coffee mug. "And just
how amazing was that?"
"I said, `Good grief, we're stuck here for the next two hours!' but
Olivia didn't want to be late to court," Novak said. "She yelled
and pounded on the doors and called 911 and the fire department and
the CEO of Otis--"
"Otis?" Elliot interrupted.
"The elevator people," Novak said. "She threatened to insert a
repair contract into his shaft if he didn't have someone there in 15
minutes. And I said, `Well, I guess we can sit and chat until
then,' but Olivia was really worried about being late to court, so
she knocked out one of the ceiling tiles, crawled on top of the
elevator, scaled the elevator shaft, reconfigured the main switch,
and manually restarted the system."
All eyes turned to Olivia, including two blue ones.
"So we made it to court half an hour early," Novak finished. "Good
thing Olivia worked at her uncle's elevator repair shop all those
years in high school."
"Uh, yeah." Olivia scratched her neck nervously. "Guess those
memories came back at just the right time." She glanced up to gauge
the blonde's reaction.
Alex smiled slyly. "Just the right time. . .," she agreed.
By Del
The End