AN: It's a miracle... Don't forget about me!

Ch. 9

A week had passed.

Technically 6 days and almost 4 hours.

Pacing the apartment, sit-ups, staring out 1-way windows, reading, cards games - Gin, War, Blackjack, a rousing game of strip poker.

Alex found out Olivia's love for The Office on Netflix and swore she had never heard her laugh the way she did at that television show. Olivia now knows Alex has seen just about every 80's rom-com movie her undying crush on Patrick Dempsey.

The time was also passed with a case of nerves and fear.

A fear of what if, a fear of what was to come.

Moments of fighting and tears, and consoling, and desperate I love you's while the world turned without them.

The last 6 days and 4 hours had been a time of reckoning.

Olivia sat slouched down on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table in front of her.

Alex has joined her, now sitting snuggled against her, her head resting on her shoulder. Alex slid her hand under Olivia's t-shirt and over Olivia's belly, reaching below the waist of her joggers.

They had also found another way to pass the time.

Olivia looked at Alex as her hand slid further between her legs grazing across Olivia's silk panties.

"We've seen this movie twice," Alex smirked as to answer the question on Olivia's face.

"Changing the ending?" Olivia teased.

"Making a little more interesting, racier ending," Alex said, now climbing on top of Olivia, keeping her hand right where she wanted it.

Olivia gripped Alex's ass, a cheek in each hand, pulling her even closer against her.

Alex leaned in kissing Olivia, tugging at Olivia's bottom lip. "We've been so stressed, so bored... waiting..." she kissed again.

"Not bored right now," Olivia breathed.

Alex kissed Olivia lips, down her neck her neck, the edge of her collarbone that peaked out of her v-neck t-shirt. She slid her fingers inside Olivia's panties.

"Baby," Olivia moaned.

Alex grinned, focused on her task.

"Say my name again," Alex said, her voice low and slipping between Olivia's wet lower lips.

"Baaaby," Olivia drug out.

Olivia pulled the hips of her pants down to give Alex better access.

Looking down, watching Alex hands in her panties working her finger rhythmically against her clit, Olivia was so turned on.

Olivia's hand reached under Alex's sweatshirt to her bare breast, kneading her right breast slowly, one hand still cupping her ass.

This woman.

She would do anything for this woman.

Olivia was under Alex's spell.

It was Alex's turn to moan as she tried desperately to keep her rhythm.

Alex's own core pressed against the back of her hand.

Olivia grinned watching her.

Watching Alex get her off and herself off and the same time was hot.

Alexandra Cabot was so fucking hot.

Olivia moved with her.

She could tell Alex was about come.

"I'm so close," Olivia said breathlessly. "Wait for me."

"Please baby," Alex panted, her eyes trying to focus.

A few more strokes, a few more rocks against her on hand that was buried inside of Olivia and they both came undone.

Bodies shaking, grunts and moans, releasing their love for each other.

Alex collapsed against Olivia, burying her mouth against her neck.

"Al, that was, God, that was amazing," Olivia said breathlessly.

Alex pulled back on Olivia's lap, her breaths slowing.

"I've wanted to do that since you made me come so hard last night," Alex grinned.

They had found another way to pass the time.

"Being locked up together in this apartment might make us sex addicts." Olivia teased lazily.

AOAOAOAOAOAO

"Captain said, this looks like the guy you were looking for. Some teenagers found him, looks like he's been here for a couple of hours."

Michael followed the officer to the elongated black bag lying on the ground.

"Body been moved?"

"Only to bag him."

Micheal pulled back the black plastic.

"Just to the head?" He asked eyeing the bullet lodged between the dead man's forehead.

"Yes, sir."

"Anything on him?"

"Fairly good size switch blaze, wallet, burner phone…"

"Anything else?"

The officer motioned for Michael to follow him over to one of the police vans.

He held up a clear envelope with a crumpled photo placed inside.

The photo clearly of Olivia and Alex together, taken recently here in New York City.

Michael flipped the bag over, handwritten on the back of the photo were the names "Samantha" and "Caroline" scribbled just legible enough in blue ink.

AOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOA

Olivia backed Alex against the wall of the opening of the hallway.

They kissed fervently.

"I can't get enough," Alex said pulling Olivia's t-shirt from her, palming her breasts.

Olivia pressed against Alex kissing her. Olivia's sweats already gone...

Their clothes had made a sex trail from the couch around the living room.

As their kiss broke, Olivia's eyes locked with Alex, staring at her hungrily and intently.

Olivia dropped to her knees, the tips of her fingers dragging down Alex's naked skin.

Olivia slid Alex's panties, the last remaining article of clothing between them, down her long legs and into a silk puddle.

"Liv" Alex said her eyes fixated on Olivia and her moves.

Olivia spread Alex's stance, looking up at her once again, making sure she was watching her.

Olivia licked her lips.

She began to kiss the inside of Alex's right thigh, then her left to tease her. Slow languid kisses that was making Alex so wet.

Kisses and licks and nips until Olivia nestled her nose against the small patch of blonde hair right above Alex's slit.

Olivia's tongue darted out, quickly finding Alex's clit.

Alex tangled her fingers in Olivia's hair, holding on, losing her ability to think, to stand…

Two of Olivia's finger's slid easily inside of Alex and she began to glide in and out of her.

"Another?" Olivia asked.

Alex could only shake her head yes as Olivia inserted a third finger, this time thrusting into Alex.

"Oh god, yes baby," Alex moaned. "Fuck me, please fuck me."

This is when Olivia wished that she had a particular toy that she and Alex liked to use on each other.

She wanted to fuck her, hear her favorite sound of Alexandra Cabot coming.

Alex's knees began to buckle.

Alex slid down the wall, her legs still spread, heels digging into the hardwood below. "make me come," Alex ordered.

Olivia knew exactly how she wanted Alex to come. She buried her mouth back between Alex's thighs, plunging her tongue into Alex's wet folds, finder her rhythm.

Marks of Alex's fingernails trailed down Olivia's back, down her sides.

Alex's body began to quiver as she begged Olivia not to stop.

"God, I love you… so much," Alex said, certain she was seeing stars as she came.

Olivia didn't stop and if she had any other thoughts she would be certain that whoever was in proximity of their apartment would have heard Alex come.

At the moment though she didn't care.

As long as Alex came she didn't care at all.

Olivia fell against the floor beside Alex.

When Alex composed herself she rolled on her side facing Olivia. She pushed the damp strands of Olivia's hair from her face as she couldn't help but grin.

"I love that smile on your face," Olivia said barely above a whisper.

"You put this smile on my face."

Alex leaned in giving Olivia a soft kiss before reaching for her sweatshirt and then for Olivia's panties then her t-shirt.

"Can't get caught with our pants down," Alex teased, knowing they had come close before.

Olivia rolled her eyes and slid on her panties and then lay there watching Alex get dressed.

There was something about this woman and how she could make putting clothes on sometimes just as sexy as taking clothes off.

A knock on the door interrupting Olivia's show.

"See!" Alex laughed. "Caught pants down!"

Olivia grinned.

It was Michael.

Only Michael came to the apartment.

Alex scrambled pushing Olivia towards the bedroom with her clothes as Alex made herself presentable to answer the door.

Alex looked through the peephole confirmed indeed it was Michael and then turned off the alarm, and unlocking the door.

"Hi, Michael."

"Alex," Micheal said, stepping inside. Alex looked at two unfamiliar men standing just across the hall. She noted they were wearing bulletproof vests under their suit jackets. "Where's Olivia?" He asked skipping the pleasantries.

"Liv!" Alex called out as she stood aside letting Michael in.

Seconds later Olivia appeared in the living room.

"Michael," Olivia acknowledged.

"You both need to get your go bags."

Olivia's spine straightened.

"We need to leave here as soon as possible."

"What? What's wrong?" Alex asked speaking up.

Neither answered, Olivia only glared at Michael.

"Do we have time to change?" Olivia asked.

Michael nodded yes.

She turned to Alex, walking towards her, reaching out her hand. "Babe we have to go, he'll explain later ok."

Olivia could tell Alex was shaken by Michael's abruptness so she shook her head assuringly.

Alex took Olivia's hand, and Olivia looked back to Michael, "we'll be ready in a few minutes".

Back in the bedroom Alex watched Olivia physically and mentally change.

They had discussed what they would do if this moment came, Alex just wasn't prepared for the what she saw in Olivia.

"What do I…?" Alex asked, her hand s physically shaking.

"Al, just get changed, get whatever personal you need and shove it with the stuff in your go bag. We'll get more stuff ok… we have to go, we talked about this." Olivia said trying to speak calmly.

"Will they tell us whats happening?" Alex asked, pulling a pair of jeans over her thighs.

"Michael will."

Alex shook her head and finished getting dressed in the clothes she and Olivia had discussed they would put on, the things they would gather if this very moment.

A silent elevator ride with Michael and the two men that had waited for them in the hallway, out the back of the building to an awaiting black suburban in the alleyway. They sat in the back seat, Olivia held Alex's hand tightly in reassurance that everything would be ok though she had no idea herself.

They were heading outside of the city.

"Michael," Olivia said finally speaking up.

"Hutch is dead."

"How?"

"Bullet between the eyes."

Alex tried not to gasp, not to flinch at the emotionless conversation going on between the two of them.

"When?" Olivia asked.

"It was in the last 12 hours."

"Where did you find him? You saw his body?"

His body?

Alex's eyes widened as she listened to Olivia gather information.

"81st and 2nd, saw him bagged up," Michael said blankly.

Olivia took a deep breath but said nothing.

Alex looked at Olivia. "That was close to us."

Olivia nodded confirming.

"We're headed to JFK?"

Michael handed two passports back to them.

Alex opened her passport.

"Erin Claire Bennet"

She looked over to Olivia's passport.

"Cara Lauren Parker"

For now, this was the base of who they now were.

A change of clothes, new identification, a plane ticket.

Samantha and Caroline were gone and Olivia and Alexandra were now buried even deeper.

A private plane waited on the tarmac.

Engines roaring, they boarded the plane.

"You're headed to San Francisco. Adam will be waiting on you." Michael handed both Olivia and Alex tablets. "Study your new identities, also information about Adam, and where you will be staying for now. This move is temporary." Michael said walking towards the door of the plane. "Cara, Erin, have a safe flight and good luck."

The door of the plane closed.

"Liv?" Alex said, her arms now folded against her chest.

"Cara," Olivia said, making a point to Alex that, that was now her name. She would have to call her by another name like before.

"We'll be together?"

Olivia reached for Alex, reached for her arms, her hands now tightly into her own.

"Of course, of course, we will. I told you I won't let them separate us."

Alex nodded, "ok… ok, I can do this."