All police work has an element of danger, Alex knew that. But having Olivia behind a desk in computer crimes felt infinitely safer than knowing she was out on the street, chasing down rapists. It wasn't easy to lull Alex Cabot into a false sense of security, but when you wanted something badly enough, anything could happen. A ringing phone was all it took to shatter that illusion.

A one-shot...some winter smut.

"And how does that make you feel?" The doctor looked at Alex patiently, but expectantly. It always came back to that question, didn't it? How do you feel? "It scares me," Alex admitted. "I'm afraid of losing, I'm afraid of winning, I'm afraid of running, and afraid of passing up the chance to run. I'm afraid of what it means that I even still think about this type of thing."

All of Olivia's life, home had been a flimsy shelter, buttressed by longing and loss. How quickly that had all changed. Home was no longer just a word or an idea, but was now a very real and specific place: wherever Alex was. The job was still a very important part of who she was, but even it took a backseat to this. Nothing below that on the list even mattered anymore.

Power and control are not just professional skills.

A/O of course ...just a little bit of naughtiness written for someone's birthday. Actual story coming soon. I swear.

Just a teeny, tiny one-shot of A/O smut, written as a gift for the best beta ever. Happy birthday, you!

A short-ish 4-chapter fic-my take on the events surrounding the episode Ghost. "I took a few liberties," the detective finally said. "So what? Connors took a hell of a lot more than that." "Did he?" Alex hated to ask, but had to know if there was still even a strand of anything tying them together, however thin it might be.

A short four-chapter prequel, of sorts, to "Flight Pattern," and my two cents on the events surrounding the episode "Loss." "Don't let this get you down, Alex," Olivia said. "We'll get the next one, and Zapata will get his." "I'm not sure if I can keep doing this," Alex confessed. "I don't know how much I have left in the tank."

Sequel to "Flight Pattern." "You make me happy, Olivia," Alex said. "I just want you to know that." It was one of the most important things anyone had ever said to her. Olivia had loved lots of people who made her unhappy, who weren't good for her. To know that she made Alex happy touched her in a place she hadn't known existed. "I love you, Alex," Olivia said.

"Does it matter that every time I've kissed her, it felt like I was somehow cheating on you?" Alex's breath caught, her resolve threatening to waver. She breathed once, twice, before answering. "Yes, it matters. But it doesn't really change anything, does it?"