Disclaimer: Characters are not mine…

Writer's Note: This scenario is probably a little over done, but it's a good one in my book. This is my first fanfic, so I decided to go with something simple and fun. This can be a one shot or I could drag it out some. Completely up to the reviews, so let me know. The M rating is for if it will be continued.

It felt as if someone were doing a tap dance on her skull. Although she knew it was not the thing to do, she opened her eyes to make sure that wasn't the case. She had to force back a whimper when the sun seared her retinas.

She just laid there a moment trying to remember the night before. She had only planned on having a few drinks. She had wanted to have a good time with her friends, but she hadn't wanted to be fuzzy headed the first day on the job. Looking back, there had been no hope. She vaguely remembered stumbling out of one club with the intent of heading to another. But everything after that was a blank.

After verifying her head was safe from mad tap dancers and her eyes cleared, she focused on the clock on her bedside table. She attempted to jump out of bed, but barely sat up before having to pause; taking her head in her hands to make sure it stayed intact with the rest of her body.

The groan coming from the other side of the bed had a scream rising in her throat. She looked behind her seeing the short cap of brown hair rolling to face her. At least she had done well for herself.

Now she really wished she could remember what had happened last night.

"Quiet. Early." The woman grumbled as she rolled over placing the pillow over her head.

"Can't. Late," She said while running around her bedroom picking up the woman's clothes and throwing them at her.

The brunette followed the blonde running around the room as if she didn't know what to do the morning after. Her actions this morning were those of a nervous virgin. The brunette shook her head at that thought because the blonde's actions the night before were definitely not a virgin's actions. She mentally winced at the burning in her thighs as she slowly sat up. Definitely not the blonde's first time.

"I have to get a shower." The blonde said without looking at the other woman. "Just let yourself out." She ran into the bathroom closing and locking the door behind her.

A small smile came over the visitor's face as she thought back on the nights events. She could remember everything. The moment the door of the club had opened to allow the professional blonde in she hadn't belonged. As soon as there was a drink in her hand and a crowd around her, that image had changed. Instead of mingled through the club, she danced through it. Instead of enjoying just a dance, she began karaoke in the middle of the room.

Every person there had gravitated to her. It had been to the brunette's surprise when the blonde seemed to be gravitated towards her. She generally enjoyed observing everyone's good time, trying to place who might be more her style. Last night, the blonde had drawn her onto the dance floor and hadn't let her leave it until they left entirely.

The aroma of coffee had her searching for the kitchen. She found a fresh brewed pot with mugs hanging from hooks under the cabinet. After taking the first much needed sip, she went in search of glasses and medicine. She had seen the pain of a hangover all over the gorgeous blonde's face.

At least we wound up at my place last night, the blonde thought to herself while rushing through the shower. She tried real hard to think back to the night before, but to no avail. The woman had been gorgeous! The short light brown hair had shined, showing off natural streaks of auburn. The big brown eyes were made to drown in. One nighter, she reminded herself.

She had gotten over questioning the fact that she continually woke up to a woman instead of a man in her bed after a drunken night after it happened repeatedly. But she still denied the fact that she was a lesbian. It wasn't as if she were ashamed of it. But a woman in her position and with her aspirations had an image to uphold, and being a lesbian in no way fit that image.

She hurried out of the shower and began rushing around the apartment trying to get ready. As she stepped to her dresser to finish her make-up, she saw the cup of coffee, water, and aspirin sitting on top.

A smirk crept across her face. This was defiantly not one night stand actions. She should know; she'd had plenty of them.

What happened last night? She thought as she downed the aspirin and water before taking the first sip of glorious coffee.

1-6 Precinct, later that morning

"Come in," Captain Don Cragen answered the door without looking up.

"Captain Cragen, I'm Alexandra Cabot. You're new ADA."

Captain finally looked up with a small smile on his face. "Nice to finally meet you Ms. Cabot. I can't say everyone necessarily agrees, but…You can't really blame them can you?"

"I don't intend on coming in and causing any complications Captain. I'm just here to do my job. Just like you and everyone else here. You can only take it so far. I take it the rest of the way," she answered trying to start things off as smoothly as possibly.

"Yes. Well, let's meet the detectives shall we?"

"Attention everyone," Captain Cragen announced while stepping out of his office with the ADA beside him. Three male detectives stood up from the paperwork they had been working. "Where's Olivia?" He asked looking at one detective in particular.

"She just called and said she was running late, but she'd be here any minute," the detective answered.

"Alright. Well, she'll just have to meet our ADA another time then. Alexandra Cabot, this is Elliot Stabler. Olivia Benson is his partner. These two gentlemen are Odafin Tutuola, or Fin, and John Munch."

Each man slowly walked to the blonde and gave a slight nod and a small handshake. It was obvious that none of them were very excited about the new ADA assigned to their unit. They had formed a family and didn't take well to outsiders being pushed onto them.

They all turned at the sound of footsteps moving quickly down the hall. Detective Benson flew through the room, not making eye contact with anyone, saying an apology for being late to the room in general. She walked past them to the coffeemaker across the room.

"Don't worry about it. There's no pressing issues at the moment," the captain assured her. "You do need to meet the new ADA though."

"Great," she mumbled. "Just what we need, our own personal babysitter."

"I assure you Detective, I have no plans of babysitting. I will trust you to do your job to insure that I can do mine," Alex answered the detective's ill-mannered suggestion.

Well hell, Olivia though. I didn't realize he meant meet her this second.

Olivia slowly turned to the group at large with an apologetic smile on her face. "I didn't mean anything, ADA. It's just…" Well fuck me! 'Cause I already have her!