A/N: In celebration of tonight's new episode (that is TOTALLY going to get Chris another emmy nomination that he better WIN this time!!!) here is the first chapter of Alibi! It's going to be multi-chap, from a few different POV's. Little background… remember season 3, that episode with John "Hawk" Hawkins? Remember how Elliot told Hawk that Liv just didn't like him? Well what if she DID? What if she did so much that they were married? By the way, it is a little OOC for these two. Just go with me on this. Read it. There's EO, and it's rated M. You won't be disappointed, I swear. XO! KJ

Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me!

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I'd first met John Hawkins when I took a refresher course through the New York police academy. I was trying to get some more credentials under my belt to see if I could get a promotion at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He taught the class and the whole time, there was this constant spark between us. He was intense, but not so intense that he wasn't also incredibly charismatic. I couldn't stop staring at him all through the week-long class and on the last day, he asked me for my phone number. I handed it over, not expecting him to ever call. I figured that he had just caught my shameless staring and was trying to humor me. But a few days later, call me he did, and we went out on the first of an endless string of dates. We dated for about a year, and got married shortly thereafter. We went to Hawaii with only his parents and siblings present. My mother had died the year before I met Hawk.

I remember the night I met my husband's partner for the first time like it was five seconds ago. As if I was still standing in his presence in my short red dress and stiletto "do me" heels. Heels that he would see me in again. Heels that would be the only article of clothing on my body the first time he made love to me.

Hawk and I had been married about a year, and he was always telling stories about his partner – this Elliot Stabler guy. Good Catholic. Married to his high school sweetheart. Four kids. He sounded like a pretty stand-up guy, but Hawk always said he had a lot of rage. Rage that he kept bottled up inside. I could understand that. My husband was the same way. I knew the cases he and his partner dealt with as detectives in the special victims unit of the New York Police Department were very different from my work with the FBI. I'm not sure special victims is something I could ever do. The cases they deal with are some of the most heinous in the city. Rapes, child molestation, elder abuse, that sort of thing. It would hit way too close to home for me. In 1967, my mother was going to Columbia University and working in the dining hall to pay her tuition. On her way home one night, a man snuck up behind her and attacked her, later raping her. I'm the product of that rape. Never did a day go by when my mother let me forget it, either. Either by hitting me, yelling at me, or just plain getting so drunk she didn't realize I was there. I don't know how dealing with victims of the same heinous crime my mother faced would affect me. Especially knowing that their children could face the same thing I did. Deal with the same demons in their mothers that I had to deal with in mine. I think Hawk carries the knowledge that his mother-in-law was raped, and that his wife is a product of that rape, with him on every case. He works tirelessly to get justice for the victims.

Elliot and Hawk had been partners for almost ten years; looking back I don't know why I didn't press to meet Elliot or Kathy before I did. Maybe it was my subconscious telling me something was off. My husband was kind of a loner, the kind of guy who wanted to leave work at work, even though he admitted that Elliot was his best friend. They were just "work" best friends. When he was home, he wanted to spend time with me.

Anyway, Hawk had been telling me Elliot stories all week, and I suggested that maybe we should get together with Elliot and his wife, Kathy. She hadn't ever met me or Hawk, and I thought it might be nice to make a friend who was a fellow cop's wife. He agreed to talk to Elliot the next day and see if he and Kathy would be available for dinner that Friday night.

I remember walking in to the restaurant and seeing the most gorgeous man I'd ever met in my life. I was a sucker for Hawk with his square jaw and "Wyatt Earp" attitude, but something about this guy just struck me. Right in the heart and right between my thighs. He was simply amazing to look at. Huge blue eyes, a little-boy smile, dark brown hair with a slight receding hairline, a wide chest and these awesome arms. Arms that I chastised myself for fantasizing about being wrapped in. What was I thinking? What had become of Mrs. John J. Hawkins?

"Hawk," he'd greeted my husband.

"Hey man. Honey, this is Elliot. Elliot, this is my wife, Olivia."

"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. He had a powerful grip but his hand still felt so gentle wrapped around mine. I let myself wonder, for just a second, what those hands would feel like roaming the rest of my body. "This is my wife, Kathy," he'd said. "Kathy, this is my partner, John Hawkins, and his wife, Olivia," Elliot introduced. Looking back, I should have picked up on how Hawk and Kathy both seemed a little bit uncomfortable. But I was so focused on how my name rolled off his tongue. Slipping back into my dirty fantasy, I wondered what it would sound like… louder. If he screamed it when he was about to come. Or softer. If he whispered it when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and snuck his hands under my shirt.

I pushed these thoughts away and shook hands with his wife. I remember thinking how stunningly beautiful Kathy Stabler was, with her long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She carried herself with an air of confidence. When my husband or hers would make a joke, she would laugh flirtatiously, like they were the funniest guys she'd met in her life. She had a sparkling wit, and a brilliant mind. I felt somehow inadequate next to her. I wondered if Hawk was noticing how classically beautiful she was next to me, his mousy wife. I remember later, when I must have been showing these insecurities, Hawk whispering in my ear that I was a knock-out and never to forget it. That calmed me.

For about six months. Until I figured out the secret.

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A/N: What do you think so far? Think you know what's happening? Let me know, I'm excited to see your guesses! XO, Kinsey Jo