Disclaimer: The main characters in the story belong to NBC Television, Dick Wolf and whoever else has a vested interest in Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and Law & Order: The Original Series.  The supporting characters in the story belong to NBC Television, and whoever else has a vested interest in The Facts of Life.  The rest of the recognized characters mentioned in passing herein belong to a number of people who are not me.  Popular was created by Ryan Murphy, Gina Matthews and the WB.  The Devil Wears Prada is owned by Lauren Weisberger and 20th Century Fox. Credit for In Plain Sight lies with David Maples, Paul Stupin and the USA Network.  No money is being made from this and no copyright infringement is intended.

 

Thanks: To my beta readers Phil, Mac and Jeanne.  Their diligence made this a much more pleasant story for everyone to read.  They picked up all the missing letters and words I dropped since Pink & Fluffy the brain cells continually outdistanced Pink & Fluffy the typing fingers.  I appreciate it. :-)

 

Special Thanks: To Phil for pushing out the final read-thru so I could get this posted quickly.

 

Author’s Notes:  Okay, so this story went on WAAAAAAAY longer than I intended for it to... by about a hundred and twenty pages, give or take.  It moseyed, it meandered and it took some wicked, unexpected left turns at Albuquerque.  However, the characters were kind enough to finally let me wrap this one up. 

 

The Storyteller’s Cardinal Rule is in effect.

 

 

Devil in Blue Jeans

 

By D

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Long before the book became a hit movie, Olivia Benson knew that the Devil wore Prada... and Gucci... and Armani... and Jimmy Choo, and she carried Louis Vuitton bags.  The one-six had inherited their very own Devil when Alexandra Cabot had been introduced as their new ADA.  It hadn’t been smooth and it hadn’t been easy – selling your soul and making deals with the Devil was never without cost, but eventually things settled down and they came to an understanding.

 

Slowly, surprisingly, Alex and Olivia became friends – bonding first over their work and then moving on to more personal topics... commiserating over their love lives, or the lack thereof; telling bits about their families and background; even discussing difficult topics like politics and religion.

 

As their friendship deepened, they flirted occasionally – teasing, but never crossing the unspoken barrier they had set for themselves.  It was fun and it was safe and it was the most dangerous game they could play.

 

And then Alex was gone.

 

The squad had been glad to see the new ADA that followed her wasn’t a Devil of any kind, but was instead more of a nervous kid... everyone but Olivia Benson.  Liv had resented Casey Novak at first because she *wasn’t* Alex Cabot, but eventually they formed a good working relationship that developed into a solid friendship, though Olivia never opened up to Casey the way she had to Alex.  She just wasn’t willing to risk losing someone that close to her again.

 

Then Alex Cabot came back to stay and Olivia was reminded how much she had lost on that fateful night Alex had been shot.  Alex never called and as much as it hurt, Olivia realized that the Devil she’d known was no longer her Devil and she closed off that part of her life for good.

 

Until the day the Devil knocked on the door of her apartment dressed in cowboy boots, a teal tank top and painted on blue jeans.

 

“Hello, Detective.  Long time, no see.” Alex smiled rakishly and removed the glasses of justice she knew Olivia was fond of, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing her arms over her chest with an arrogance that irritated Liv.  She wanted to slam the door closed and walk away, but her curiosity got the better of her.  Instead, she braced the door and glared at Alex.

 

"Counselor," she greeted coldly.  "How did you get up here?"

 

Alex held out the key Olivia had given her years before.  Liv clenched one hand around the doorknob and the other around the door frame to keep from snatching it away from her.  All things considered, she couldn't believe the woman's nerve.  Olivia took a deep breath and held out her hand; Alex reached to take it, only to have Olivia shake her dark head.  A frown crossed Alex's face, not understanding what Olivia was asking for.  Before she realized the detective's intention, Olivia had reached out and snagged the key from Alex's hand and slammed the door shut behind her.

 

Alex stood staring at the door for a long moment, hearing the locks slide into place before a determined look crossed her face and she knocked firmly.  "Olivia!" knocking again.  "Olivia Benson... open the door!"  She slammed her glasses back on her face before she could shatter them against the door.  She leaned her head against it and called out more softly, "Liv, I know you can hear me... please open the door.  We need to talk."

 

Liv opened the door a bare crack.  "We have nothing to talk about, Counselor... not anymore.  Go back to your boyfriends and your uptown penthouse.  You have no place here."  There was sadness and anger in Olivia's eyes and voice that touched her, but before she could respond, the door was closed again and Alex was alone in the hallway once again.

 

She slapped the door in frustration but Olivia ignored her and with a low growl of irritation, Alex stomped back down the hallway.  This was going to be harder than she thought.

 

************

 

The Story

 

Olivia scrubbed her face as she sat down at her desk the following morning.  Sleep had been a long time coming the night before and when she had finally drifted off, her dreams were haunted by the image of Alex being shot over and over and over.  She would have welcomed a call to a scene, except the delegation to desk duty while under investigation by IAB precluded that possibility.  So she gave up and went into work early on her own, determined to buckle down to the paperwork she had to go through.

 

"Rough night?" Elliot asked sympathetically as he placed a cup of real, hot coffee on the desk in front of her.  He perched on the corner of her desk and looked at her in concern.  "You look like you were out all night, and not having a good time while you were there."

 

Liv rubbed her eyes and smirked at him sardonically.  "I'm not sure I remember what that is anymore."  She sipped her coffee.  "How's Kathy?"

 

"Cursing my name," Elliot replied succinctly with a grin.  "This baby is giving her all kinds of morning sickness; some of it lasts all day.  She insists that I should share part of this with her and give her a break from it."

 

Olivia grimace.  "Ew... that sucks."

 

"Yeah, it certainly makes reconciliation a little more challenging, but I can't honestly say I am unhappy about having another child either.  As much as I worry about my kids, Liv, I love them all – I wouldn't change a thing if it meant not having one of them."

 

"I know, El... you're a great dad.  Your kids are lucky."

 

"So am I," he stated firmly.  "But enough about that... what kept you up?"

 

Olivia looked at him for a long moment.  "I had a visit from our erstwhile ADA last night."  Elliot's eyebrows popped off his forehead.

 

"Cabot came to see you?!?  Why??"

 

"Dunno.  I didn't ask.  I really don't care."

 

"You're lying, Liv... either to yourself or to me, but you are lying."

 

She glared at him.  "No, Elliot, I'm really not.  I'm past Alex Cabot and everything about her, all right?  I just want to get back to being able to do my job without having to look over my shoulder anymore.  I don't need any more complications in my life.  Simon has caused me enough problems."

 

"What are you gonna do about him?"

 

"Whaddya mean, El?  He's my brother."

 

"Is he?" Elliot asked as he slipped from her desk and moved to sit in his chair.  "Liv, we never got the results of his DNA test.  What if he's not your brother?  What if he's just a cousin?"

 

"He's still family, Elliot.  You of all people should understand how important that is... especially to me."

 

"I do understand, Liv, but it does make a difference.  For one thing it means that he lied to you."  A pause.  "Look, just don't let him take advantage of you.  You're better than that, and you've worked hard to establish the solid reputation you've got in the department.  Don't let loyalty to someone you don't even really know destroy everything you've worked for."

 

"A little late for that advice, El.  The damage has been done."

 

"A word to the wise, Detective," came a cool voice from the doorway.  "Listen to your partner.  You're in serious danger of losing your shield."  She was now dressed in the epitome of professional attire.

 

Elliot swiveled in his chair, his mouth dropping open momentarily before he shot to his feet.  "Alex!  What are you doing here?  I thought you were too good for the one-six now!"  His voice was a mixture of shock, pleased surprise and disdain.

 

Alex wasn't sure which to respond to and replied diffidently, "I've been busy."

 

That made Elliot angry and he crossed his arms over his chest.  "Yeah, I've heard.  So why exactly are you bothering with us now?  We don't run in your circles and we’re pretty busy ourselves."

 

"I came to speak to your partner, Detective Stabler."

 

"I thought I made it clear last night, Counselor - we have nothing to talk about.  Now if you'll excuse me, I do actually have real work to do," Olivia said dismissively without raising her eyes from her paperwork.  "You know the way out," waving her hand in Alex's direction.

 

Elliot looked at Olivia, only his eyes betraying his surprise at her attitude.  She really does have it bad, he thought, catching the anger and hurt in Alex's eyes before she shuttered her expression to one of impassivity. 

 

"This isn't optional for you, Detective.  I am here to offer you my expertise in your Internal Affairs query."

 

Olivia deigned to glance up at this pronouncement, her eyes burning in anger though not a muscle moved in her facial appearance.  She laid her pen to one side and slowly stood, never losing Alex's eyes.

 

"Sure it is... even if I *could* accept help from the DA’s office, I wouldn’t accept it from *you*.  I am officially refusing counsel from you.  I can manage on my own, thanks," she stated precisely.  "You can go now," stepping out from behind her desk and deliberately turning her back to walk to the coffee pot for a cup of sludge she really didn't need... considering there was a perfectly good cup of designer coffee sitting on her desk.

 

Alex watched her for a moment before turning her eyes to Elliot who simply shrugged and sat, turning back to the work on his desk.  Then gritting her teeth, Alex walked to Cragen's door, knocking softly and when she realized he was not in yet, she entered and closed the door firmly behind her.

 

Once she was gone, Olivia turned back to Elliot.  "Why do I have the feeling this is gonna be one of those days?"

 

"Good detective work?" he smirked at her, chuckling when she rolled her eyes.  Then Munch walked in and they turned back to their work while he headed to Cragen's office.

 

"Alex?" he said as he recognized the blonde head sitting in one of the guest chairs.  "What are you doing here?  I mean, it's nice to see you, but...."  He trailed off, not sure where he wanted to go with this conversation.  There were a lot of hard and mixed feelings concerning Alex Cabot and her behavior since her return to Manhattan.  For the most part, the one-six had written her off as a lost cause, not worth her time or theirs.  Casey had wisely stayed out of it, not wanting to aggravate either side of the line she had to walk, but the rest had definite, loud opinions.

 

"Hi, John," Alex answered wearily.  "I'm waiting to see Cragen.  I'm here to offer Olivia counsel for the IAB inquiry.  She's... resistant to the idea."

 

"Uh... huh," he drawled slowly as he walked around to take a seat at the desk.  He studied the woman in front of him a long moment.  Her eyes were much older, but aside from that she looked much as she had the last time they had seen her – when she had returned for Liam Connor's trial.  Her hair was still longish - a bit shorter than it had been then, but with the same honey-gold tint.  Her face was still clear and mostly unlined – it seemed most of her time in witness protection had taken its toll in her eyes.  She was thin, almost dangerously so, but it seemed to suit the image she was projecting.  One thing that did catch his eye was the distinct lack of a ring on her left finger, engagement or otherwise.  Munch wondered what had happened; he knew for a fact there had been an engagement at some point, not long after her return to New York.  Then again, given some of the other things they had *all* heard, maybe her single status wasn't that much of a surprise.

 

"Well, you might be waiting a while," he finally said, clearing his throat after the long silence.  "Don is out for a few weeks and I'm... here.  Damn shame too – he could order her to do it.  I can't and I believe she will be more than a little reluctant to agree to my sort of persuasion," pinching his lips together lightly.  Olivia had been one of the most silent about Alex's return and Munch had learned from long experience that the quieter Benson got, the worse things really were.

 

Alex blew out a breath.  This day was just getting better and better.  "All right... thanks, John.  I'll just have to do the best job I can for her, I guess... with or without her help."  She stood and Munch rose with her.  They reached the door together, but his hand covered it first, preventing her exit.  She arched an eyebrow at him in question, but waited for him to speak.

 

"Alex, why are you doing this?  I know several of the ADAs wanted to offer Olivia legal representation.  Now I realize that they are not supposed to do that, but then neither are you – you can’t... conflict of interest and all.  So what gives?"

 

"Let's just say I owe a debt, Detective, and leave it at that."  He scrutinized her carefully for another moment before nodding his head.

 

"Fair enough," he eventually agreed.  "Just... be careful, Alex.  This Olivia Benson is not the one you knew when you left.  A lot can change in five years."

 

"You think I don't know that, John?  My entire life changed in five minutes!  And changed again without so much as a by your leave.  And nothing was the way I left it... nothing was the way it was supposed to be!”  She bit her lip and drew in a deep breath, pushing insecurities behind walls that Munch had not seen in a long time.  “So yes, John... I do understand.”  Alex covered his hand and squeezed softly.  “But I appreciate your concern.”

 

With that, she motioned and he opened the door for her.  She stepped out, once more the haughty, confident lawyer that had shown up in the precinct another lifetime ago.  The entire room fell silent and watched her walk to the door when she turned to meet Olivia’s eyes squarely.

 

“The preliminary hearing is on Monday afternoon at two o’clock.  If you change your mind and decide you would like to hear my recommendations, you know where to find me.  It’s your career, Detective.”

 

And without another word, she swept out of the room.

 

“Damn,” Elliot said after the door closed behind her.  “I guess the Ice Princess is back.”  He looked over at Olivia.  “You better make sure you don’t wind up with frostbite.”

 

“I’d have to move to the equator too, to keep that from happening with her.  Guess I’ll just have to keep my distance.”  She looked around the room.  “There was a time this was all I ever wanted, El.  I’m not sure it means that much to me anymore.”

 

“You’re not serious,” his voice flat.

 

“As a fucking heart attack.  Look at us, Elliot... look around you.  Cragen’s been suspended... indefinitely, from what I hear.  Fin’s under investigation for drug dealing; you’re up for misconduct about Kathleen’s DUI cover-up.  IAB is looking to bust my ass for helping my bro... for helping Simon.  Even Casey got reamed for losing a case she couldn’t possibly win.  Only Munch is status quo at the moment, though with him in charge, how long is *that* gonna last?  I’m just not sure it’s worth the effort anymore.  Maybe I should just make a deal with IAB and walk away.”

 

“And do what, Liv?  What are you gonna do if you’re not an SVU detective?  It’s your whole life... has been for as long as I’ve known you.”

 

Brown eyes gone almost black in their intensity met open blue ones.  “Maybe it’s time I got a new life, Stabler.  Maybe it’s time I had a life I could call my own for a change.”  Then Olivia got up from her desk and moved to put the stack of finished files away.  Elliot just watched her for a long moment, before the ringing of the phone put his attention back on the job.  It was shaping up to be one hell of a day.

 

************

 

"Ms Cabot... could I speak with you in my office now please?" Arthur Branch requested as she walked into Hogan Place.  He was polite but Alex could see the fury in his eyes and knew it for the order that it was.  She nodded and followed him through the lobby and into the elevator, remaining silent as it climbed to the top floor.  He held the door and motioned her out and Alex stepped from the elevator, leading the way to his office.  She opened the door and waited for Branch to inform his assistant that he was in conference and not to be disturbed for less than a phone call from Washington.  Then he opened the door to his inner sanctum and waited for Alex to precede him before crossing the threshold and closing the door firmly behind him.

 

Alex placed her briefcase on the floor but remained standing.  Arthur walked around to stand behind his desk, staring at Alex for a long moment before motioning to a chair across from him.  "Take a seat."

 

"If it's all the same to you...."

 

"It isn't, Alexandra... take a seat."  Alex sighed and took a seat, sitting on the edge ramrod straight.  She had known she would never get away with trying to help Olivia, but she had hoped for a little more time before having to explain her irrational actions.  Arthur continued to stare; Alex kept her eyes locked on his, forcing herself not to fidget.

 

"Ms Cabot," he finally said, breaking the silence and leaning forward with his fingertips pressed on his desk.  "Would you like to explain to me what the hell you were thinking??"  Silence.  "I have come to realize that your time in witness protection changed your perspective of some things in your life," remembering some of the rumors that had made their way to his ears.  "But I did not realize it had made you completely ignorant in the ways of the law."

 

"How dare you?!"

 

"How dare *I*?!  Alexandra, you are on very dangerous ground right now.  You are bucking for dismissal!  Regardless of what is between you and Detective Benson in your private life, you are on opposite sides where her IAB review is concerned.  You don't get to ignore that for any reason."

 

Fiery blue eye drilled into Branch's and for a moment he was tempted to step back.  Instead, he held her gaze and Alex was compelled to speak.  "There is nothing between Detective Benson and me, Arthur – personal or professional.  I owed her a favor."

 

"And jeopardizing your job and your standing in this office is beneficial to that how exactly?”  He took a seat and steepled his fingertips together while he regarded her.  He waited, watching something break in her eyes though she never dropped his stare or answered his question.  “Alex, given some of your actions since your return from witness protection, I think you need some time to figure out what you really want to do with your life.  I am placing you on thirty days administrative leave....”

 

“You’re suspending me??”

 

“No... this will not go on your record as a suspension.  But I expect you to decide what you really want out of your life now, Alexandra – at least on a professional level – and commit to it.”  He paused and cleared his throat.  “I would suggest you give some thought to your personal life as well... especially if you have thoughts of sitting in this chair some day.  I can’t force you to, of course, but it might be a good use of the time... especially considering what I’ve heard.”

 

“My personal life is no one’s business, Arthur... not even yours,” her voice ice cold with contempt.

 

“You’re right, Alexandra... it shouldn’t be.  Maybe you should contemplate why it is I’m hearing about it.  You’re better than that.”

 

“Why do you care, Arthur?  What difference does it make to you?” all the fight suddenly gone from her eyes, voice and posture.  For the first time, Arthur saw past the façade Alex Cabot had worn since her return from witness protection.

 

He put his fingertips to his lips and looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.  “Professionally?  You were the very Devil around here before, Alexandra, but you were the best kind of Devil – passionate, determined and driven.  You were one of the best ADA’s this office ever had and as a Bureau Chief you’ve done some remarkable work with kids as green as this office has ever seen.  Some of them may actually be good prosecutors one day,” said with a slight smile.

 

“And personally?”

 

He hesitated.  “If you’re so unhappy in your personal life that you continually sabotage yourself in all aspects of your life, maybe it’s time to figure out why that is.  Because ultimately you’re not going to be happy in anything until you like the person you are.”

 

Alex didn’t answer, simply picked up her briefcase and rose.  She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob before turning back to look at him.  He remained seated, fingertips still against his lips as he returned her intensity.

 

“How did you know?” she finally asked.  Arthur actually smiled.

 

“About your visit to the one-six?  I have eyes and ears everywhere, Alexandra.  You should know that by now.  About the rest... let’s just say I once had occasion to be where you are now, though not for the same reason.  It was time to pay it forward.”

 

Her brows scrunched up as his wording, but she nodded before leaving his office.

 

“Alexandra?” he called before she shut the door.  She looked up at him with a questioning glance that was clear even through her famed glasses of justice.  “Good luck.”  She nodded again and closed the door, heading to her office to drop off the files she carried.  Administrative leave meant work stayed at Hogan Place, but strangely, Alex couldn’t make herself feel anything beyond relief.

 

She decided that would be something to think about while she was gone.

 

************

 

“Olivia, is everything all right?”  Benson looked up with a frown and cocked her head at Casey. 

 

“Aside from the fact that I’m stuck on a desk for the moment, everything’s great.  Why?”

 

Casey crossed to Liv’s desk and took a seat beside it, folding her hands in her lap and meeting brown eyes with green.  She leaned forward conspiratorially, even though they were the only ones in the squad room at the moment.  Olivia leaned forward as well and propped her head on the hand resting on her desk, waiting with an air of expectancy.

 

“Word at Hogan Place is that Cabot’s been suspended for harassing you.”

 

Olivia’s eyebrows shot into her hairline and she sat up straight.  “Excuse me?”  She held up her hands to stop Casey from answering.  “I heard what you said.  I’m trying to make it make sense to me.”

 

“So she didn’t harass you?”

 

Liv shook her dark head.  “No... not exactly.  She came by to offer her ‘expertise’ on my behalf for the IAB thing.  I turned her down flat, though.  She’s the enemy... I don’t want or need her help.”

 

Casey smiled wryly.  “Technically, so am I.”

 

“Yeah, but you’re my friend.  Alex Cabot is still the Devil.”

 

“I remember hearing that about her when I first got here, but I don’t think it’s true, Liv... not anymore.  I think Alex Cabot is a lost soul.” She held Olivia’s gaze for a long moment, allowing her to see the sincerity in Casey’s words.  Then Casey rose and extended a hand to the detective, who accepted it and allowed Casey to pull her to her feet.  “C’mon then, friend. It’s lunch time, and I have time to actually sit down to eat today.”

 

“I know just the place.”

 

“My treat then.  Let’s go.  I hear ice cream calling my name.” 

 

************

 

“Alex?”  Jim Steele stuck his head in her door without knocking and Alex blew out an irritated breath before motioning him inside. He closed the door behind him and crossed to her, opening his arms for an embrace that never came.  She deliberately moved to the other side of her desk to put distance between them.  He frowned and looked at her.  “What... I can’t even offer you comfort now?”

 

“I don’t think so, Jim... not anymore.”

 

“Why?  I thought we were more than fuck buddies, Alex.  I thought we had something special.”

 

“No you didn’t,” she stated bluntly.  “A sordid tryst on my desk doesn’t even make us a tawdry office affair, much less the elevated status of fuck buddies.  It makes it a mistake.”

 

“What about the time we spent together before?”

 

The eyes that met Steele’s were full of disgust and disdain and Jim recoiled from it, though he wondered how much of that look Alex was directing at herself.  Without warning, it faded and the blue eyes went gray with sadness.  “I’m sorry, Jim.  Despite what you told Rossi, we were never dating – even when we *were* fuck buddies.  There is nothing between us except carnal knowledge... not even friendship.”

 

“You’re serious,” his voice flat, his expression incredulous.

 

“I am.  And if you think about it, you’ll see I’m right.  You’ve got a good thing with Jessica – don’t waste it pining for something you know is never going to happen."

 

Steele cleared his throat.  "Well, this is going to be awkward.  We still have to work together."

 

"Well, you'll have the next month to get used to it.  Now if you'll excuse me...."

 

Jim turned away from her and hesitated, then looked back at Alex.  "What changed, Alex?"

 

"Nothing... everything... I don’t know.  Look, I've gotta get out of here," motioning him out in front of her.  "If you have questions, go to Branch.  I will be out of touch for the next thirty days."  She closed the door behind them and headed down the hall without a backwards glance.  Jim Steele watched her go before shaking his head and heading back to his office.

 

************

 

“I shouldn’t be eating this, you know.  It’s going to go right to my hips.”

 

Olivia snorted.  “Like you won’t work it off before the end of the day.  C’mon Casey, you’re the most active person I know.  I don’t think your hips would notice.”

 

“Oh, I never said they would notice - they know better.  It will still go straight there, and I’ll know it.” 

Liv chuckled and the relief was evident in Casey's eyes even as she grinned broadly.  “That’s something I haven’t heard in a while – nice to see you smile again.”

 

“Yeah, it’s been major suckage around here lately,” Liv agreed with a sad smile.  “I’m starting to wonder if it’s all worth it.”

 

Casey sobered.  “You’re serious?”

 

“Yeah... I am.  At the end of the day, the payoff just isn’t worth the cost any more.  I could go into the private sector today and make at least double what I am now without seeing children whose lives have been destroyed, teenagers with their guts spilling out around them, adults raping and robbing and killing just because the moon was full.  It might be nice to be able to sleep through the night... without nightmares or the fear of being woken up by a phone call dragging me to the next scene.”

 

Casey sat back and regarded the ice cream only half eaten.  “I can’t imagine SVU without you.”

 

Liv sucked the ice cream off her spoon, rolling it around in her mouth for a moment before swallowing.  “Well, I haven’t decided to quit yet, Case.  I’m just saying the thought has crossed my mind a little more often lately.”  She sighed.  “I’m tired.”

 

“I can only imagine – I’ve been at this less time and I don’t see any of it first hand and there are still some days... some cases....”  She scooped another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, enjoying the decadence with a hum of delight.  “I need a vacation... maybe Australia or a cruise. Maybe both.”

 

“You hedonist you!” Liv exclaimed with mirth twinkling in her wide eyes.”

 

“If I won the mega millions – in a heartbeat.”  Casey looked at her watch and stood.  “C’mon... I’ve gotta get back to work.  I have an arraignment in Petrovsky’s court at two.”

 

“Yeah, I need to get back to that paperwork.  I swore I was going to clear my desk.”

 

“Will it stay in place if you do that?”

 

“Funny Casey... real funny.”

 

Casey just smiled as they headed back to work.

 

************

 

Alex waited patiently for Judge William Franklin Harriman to recess court for lunch and return to his office.  She wasn't waiting long, having deliberately timed her appearance in his office to coincide with that particular break.  Harriman blinked when he saw her sitting in one of his guest chairs; his niece had studiously avoided him since shortly after her return to New York and her subsequent appointment to Bureau Chief.  He had vigorously protested her accepting the job as well as her involvement with Robert Sheldon and they had barely spoken beyond platitudes since.

 

To see her here now....

 

"Alexandra," he greeted and removed his robe.  "What a surprise," he continued cordially... until he turned and saw the distraught look on her face.  He stepped in front of her and waited for her eyes to track to his and what he saw broke his heart.  He extended his hand and she stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment before accepting it and allowing him to pull her to her feet.  "Come on," he urged her.  "It's time for lunch and you look like you could use some."

 

"That sounds great, Uncle Bill.  I'd like that."

 

After they were seated and their lunch orders taken, he began, "So tell me, Lexxie," calling Alex by the childhood name she had rarely heard since the onset of puberty.  "What brings you to see me?" right to the point, but Alex smiled.  She had missed talking to her Uncle Bill and his directness and at the moment, couldn’t remember why she had allowed their separation to happen. 

 

"I wanted you to hear it from me – I've been put on administrative leave."  Bill's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could ask, Alex continued.  "I... I overstepped my bounds and Arthur called me on it."

 

"Was he right?"

 

Alex took a sip of her water and met his eyes.  "Yes."

 

"Would you like to talk about it?"

 

"Not yet... but soon.  I need to get it clear in my own mind first.  I was wondering if I could have the keys to the hunting lodge."

 

"Certainly," Harriman agreed immediately.  "How long...?"

 

"I don't know.  My leave is for thirty days."

 

Bill took his keys from his pocket, removing one and passing it across the table to her.  Alex picked it up and dropped it into her purse, then sat back and allowed the waiter to place her salad in front of her.

 

"Take as long as you need, Lexxie.  I’ll call Jason and have the place stocked before you arrive.  If you need anything or just want to talk...."

 

"I will, Uncle Bill.  I promise. I just need some peace to think in right now.”

 

He didn't offer advice or make suggestions.  Instead he simply said, "I hope you find the answers you need, Lex."  Then they turned their attention to eating, the silence comfortable between them for the first time since the argument that had pushed them apart.

 

************

 

“Hey, Fin!” Elliot called, waving their colleague over to the table where the detectives of the one-six were currently holding court.  Fin waved back and pushed his way through the crowd to the table in the back.  Munch poured him a beer even as he fell into a chair.

 

“Ain’t right,” he muttered and took a long draught before saying hello.

 

“Remedial classes...?”

 

“Damn waste of time.  Punk kids tryin’ to teach me how to do my job,” he snorted.  “You know how many times I done hadda correct their puny asses??”

 

Elliot shook his head.  “I don’t envy you, man.  How much longer you got?

 

“Three more weeks – IAB said a complete refresher on procedure.”  He drained his glass and set it down in disgust.  “Damn pansy asses... don’t know nothin’.”

 

“At least you already got yours,” Liv commented as she signaled for another pitcher to be brought to their table.  “This waiting is gonna drive me nuts.”

 

“Not much longer, Liv.  ‘Sides... I hear it got you a visit from our girl Cabot.”

 

“She’s not our girl, Fin,” Olivia bit out.  “But I heard it got her suspended.”

 

“Actually,” Munch cut in, “she was placed on admin leave.”  All eyes turned his way and he shrugged.  "It's the difference of a mark on her record or not.  Personally, I think it was ballsy of her to walk into the lion's den, knowing what could happen."

 

"C'mon, Munch... that wasn't ballsy – it was stupid grandstanding.  We haven't been a blip on her radar in over two years... five if you start counting when she went into witness protection.  Why suddenly decide she needs to make some sort of statement just because I'm under investigation by IAB?"

 

"I figure there's a political reason somewhere," Elliot commented.

 

"I figured the mothership finally picked up the pod person that got left here in Cabot's place and returned the real one to us."  Munch ducked as Fin swung at the back of his head.  "What?" he whined.  "It makes more sense than trying to figure out the Cabot pod that's been Bureau Chief for the last couple years."

 

Elliot pinched his lip and nodded.  "Man's got a point."  His eyes widened.  "My my my... isn't that our lovely Ms Novak?"  Three heads turned towards the door.  "And who is that with her?" watching as the two women headed out the door.  All eyes turned to Liv, who shrugged.

 

"Beats me.  She didn't say anything to me about having a date."

 

"You think it was a date?"

 

"I think if Casey wants us to know, she’ll share.

 

"Girlfriend's right.  Look, I gotta get outta here.  Got work to do for this damn class."

 

"I'll head out with you, Fin," Liv said as she stood and stuck her arms into her leather jacket.  "Have to meet with my union rep first thing tomorrow."  She dropped some money on the table.  "Then I'm gonna talk to a lawyer."

 

"You think it's gonna be that bad?" Elliot asked as he and Munch rose as well and followed suit.   They headed out the door single file and Olivia didn't answer until they were gathered in front of the bar.

 

"I think," Liv said slowly, "that if Cabot felt the need to break years of silence, then maybe I should take the precaution of having someone on my side for this thing.  If I'm gonna leave the force, I want it to be under my terms... not theirs."

 

"You thinking of leaving, Liv?" Elliot asked, concern coloring his voice.

 

"I'm thinking I should protect my assets, El.  Dismissal is an option... we all know that."

 

"Maybe you shoulda let Cabot offer advice."

 

"Good night, John," Liv said as she turned and walked towards her apartment.  Elliot just glared at him before jogging to catch up with her.  Fin shook his head and grabbed Munch by the elbow.

 

"C'mon, you bony assed fool.  You oughta know better'n to play in that pond."  Munch opened his mouth and Fin held up a hand before he could take a deep breath.  "Don't even.  They'll get it or not on their own – not our job to do it for 'em."

 

"Ya know, Fin...."

 

"I know if you don't shuddup and move, there's gonna be issues coming outcha ass."

 

"No one appreciates the wisdom that comes with experience anymore."  Fin snorted and opened the door to his car.  With luck, he'd get Munch home before he got started again.

 

************

 

Alex crossed the threshold to her penthouse, dropping her briefcase in the closest chair and walking to the bedroom without stopping.  She stepped into the closet, kicking off her shoes and shedding her suit with a sigh.  She slipped into the drawstring pants she'd come to favor in her off time, soft and comfortable in all the right places.  A soft cotton shirt to go with it and she turned to grab the suitcase she hadn't used since returning to New York.

 

She placed it on the bed and opened it, trekking back and forth as she slowly filled it with jeans and silk and flannel – comfortable things she'd worn in her other life that she hadn't been able to part with.  Once it was packed, she moved it to the living room and walked back to the kitchen, pouring a glass of white wine and padding back to the bedroom.

 

She crossed to the bureau and opened the top drawer; she pulled out the ring that had been resting there for the last several weeks.  She took it out and examined it from all angles, remembering the elation she'd felt when Robert had slipped it on her finger.  She wondered what had happened to the passion she thought they'd shared between them.

 

Their enthusiasm had been high for the first few weeks of their engagement, what with celebratory parties and moving in together, but as time marched forward, that enthusiasm waned and they'd never actually gotten around to planning a wedding, much less having one.  And for the past few months, they hadn't even managed to have obligatory sex, to say nothing of spontaneous, loving sex and Alex realized she felt like she was living with a roommate instead of a lifemate.  That was when the ring had come off and she wondered if Robert had even noticed yet.

 

Alex bit her lip and shook her head, knowing it was time to put an end to things.  Then she stuck the ring back in the box and shoved it into her pocket, picking up her wine and returning to the living room to wait for Robert to come home.

 

She watched the shadows grow in Central Park until darkness started to blanket the city.  As the twilight elongated, the door to the penthouse opened and Robert stepped into the dark room.

 

"Alex, honey?  Why are you standing here in the dark?"  He flipped on a light and noticed her suitcase by the door.  "Where are you going?  Is there something wrong?"

 

"Several somethings," she replied without turning from the window.  "For quite a while now."

 

He walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, then dropped them to his side when she pulled away from his touch.  "Alex?"

 

"Robert... why did you asked me to marry you?" she asked in a resigned tone.

 

He blinked, obviously not expecting the question.  Then he cleared his throat.  "Because we are good together, Alex – same social standing, same background, same ambition and drive to succeed.  We'd have beautiful children if we decided we wanted them some day...."  He trailed off, knowing instinctively that what he was saying was insufficient and plainly not what she wanted to hear.

 

She pulled the ring box from her pants pocket and turned, holding it up to him.  "I think it's time we be honest with ourselves, Robert."  He took the box and looked his question at her.  Alex turned back to the window.  "Robert, I care about you; I even love you on a certain level – God knows we make a great match for one another in a lot of ways."

 

"But?"

 

"But I'm not in love with you any more than you're in love with me.  Deciding to get married just because it makes social or financial sense... it's lost its appeal for me and I'm pretty sure you can say the same.  Otherwise we wouldn't keep finding excuses not to get married or be intimate with one another.  We can't keep lying to ourselves or each other – all we're ever going to feel for one another is affection and friendship.  That's just not enough for me anymore."

 

"What changed?" not heartbroken, merely curious.

 

"Nothing... that's just the point.  Nothing changed.  We settled... and I don't want to do that."  She turned and set her glass down on the table beside the couch and faced him.  "We deserve better, Robert... we both do."

 

He nodded.  "I suppose we do.  Love should be about feeling... not logic."

 

"Exactly."

 

"So now what?"

 

Alex sighed.  "Now, I am on administrative leave for the next thirty days.  I'm going to go up to the lodge in Connecticut and see if I can figure out where to go from here.  I'll see about getting some movers in here to....  What?" she asked when Robert started shaking his head.

 

"No, Alex... you keep this place.  You really wanted it and I still have my rooms at the club.  If you move out, we'll just be putting it up for sale, so you might as well hang onto it for now.  Consider it my going away gift to you," taking her hand and holding it lightly.

 

"Robert... it's too much."

 

"No, it isn't, Alex.  This is something I want to do.  Let me."

 

"If you really feel that way."

 

"I do.  I'll clear out in the morning and leave my key with Alphonse.  That way if you get things figured out and return early, you'll have a place to go."  She nodded and squeezed the hand she held.

 

"You are too good to me, Robert."

 

"What can I tell you?" he joked lightly.  "I'm bucking for sainthood.  Now can I call the car to take you to the lodge?"

 

"I already arranged transportation with Uncle Bill.  I think he thought I might disappear again if he didn't take care of it."

 

Robert smiled sadly.  "So I guess this is goodbye."

 

"I guess it is," Alex agreed with a touch of melancholy in her voice.  "I hope if we see one another again, we can be friendly."

 

"Alex, despite everything, we are still friends.  I'm not giving that up so easily."

 

"Promise?"

 

"Absolutely.  Maybe one day you'll tell me what precipitated all this."

 

Alex didn't answer but leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she pulled away and gathered her things before stepping into the hallway and closing the door firmly behind her without a backwards glance.

 

************

 

"Well, Detective," the attorney confessed, dropping the briefcase into an empty chair between them before taking a seat across from her.  "I must admit I was surprised when I got your call.  Since you made it clear this was business and not pleasure, what can I do for you?"

 

Olivia blew out a breath – she hated this, but it was obviously necessary.  She met green eyes.  "I have a preliminary IAB hearing Monday afternoon and I need representation.  I may not like you when we're on opposite sides of the aisle, but I am smart enough to recognize that you're one of the best defense attorneys I know," not admitting that he was also one of the few.

 

Langan's eyes grew round and he cleared his throat.  "I see.  May I ask why you waited so late to seek counsel?" motioning the waitress over.  "Coffee, please," he requested and turned his attention back to Olivia.

 

"I wasn't going to have anyone," she responded honestly.  "But it was made clear to me that it would be in my best interests to have a lawyer present."  She folded her hands and sat back to allow the waitress to pour her another cup of coffee.

 

Trevor cocked an eyebrow but she ignored his unasked question.  After a long moment of silence, he reached for his case and pulled out a tablet and pen.  "All right – tell me everything."

 

Olivia signaled the waitress again.  "We should order lunch.  We're gonna be here a while."

 

Trevor asked questions and took copious notes of Olivia's answers.  She reached into her handbag, pulling out a file copy of her service record and passed it to him.

 

"Here," she offered.  "I thought this might help."

 

"Where did you...?"

 

"I've kept a copy of everything that's been put into my jacket."

 

"Are you sure about this?" Langan asked even as he accepted the folder from her.  Benson shrugged.

 

"If I am gonna be forced out, I want it to be on my terms.  I know I'm a good cop, Trevor.  I think that should count for something."

 

"All right," placing the folder down beside his notes without opening it.  "What am I going to find in here?  What is this file going to tell me about Detective Olivia Benson?"

 

"You don't think you should read it and find out for yourself?"

 

"I will... but I want to know what you see."

 

"Um... okay – I see a decorated police officer that cares a little too much; most of the reprimands in there are because I took a case too personally.  The performance reviews are excellent and so is the job performance."

 

"So why did you jeopardize it?"

 

"I told you... I did it for my brother.  He's family and he needed my help.  Trevor, the only family I ever had was my mom – when she died...."  Langan put a hand on her arm to calm her and Olivia broke off before she got angry.  It wasn't like they were somewhere where things couldn't be overheard.  She took a deep breath and changed tactics.  "Do you know what it's like to be alone... really truly alone?  When you are the only one left in your family?"  She shook her head.  "Of course you don't.  You have parents and grandparents and brothers and nieces and nephews."  She pinned him with fiery, dark eyes.  "Let me tell you, Trevor – it sucks.  Finding out that I was part of a family...."

 

He nodded, removing his hand from her arm and sitting back in his chair.  "All right, Olivia.  I will see what I can do to minimize the damage.  If what you've told me is true, they won't fire you.  I need to check some things out, but I think we can get you out of this with minimum damage."

 

"Which is?"

 

"A fine... perhaps suspension or desk duty?  I can't say for sure.   There will certainly be consequences.  This is a political year – that means they're going to be a lot tougher about deals and slaps on the wrist.  On the other hand, your record and time in service has to count for a lot – one emotional misjudgment shouldn't be able to screw that up."  He watched the fire grow in her eyes and held up his hands to stave off the tirade he felt was ready to burst forth from her lips.  "Detective... Olivia – I am only trying to prepare you for the likely way this will go down.  All kinds of old history will be brought up – what matters is what we do with it."

 

"All right, Trevor.  I'm trusting you with my career."

 

"I appreciate the trust, Olivia.  I'll be in touch."  She nodded and Langan stood, picking up the file and his notes and stuffing them back in his briefcase.

 

"About your fee...."  She hated to bring it up, but she needed to know what this was going to cost up front.  Trevor shook his head.

 

"It's on the house, Olivia."

 

"Trevor...."

 

"Olivia, despite the fact that we are usually mortal enemies, I like you.  You're classy, stylish, strong, beautiful and honest.  You rarely hold back."  He held her gaze a moment, then relented.  "I tell you what – I'll do this for you and you go out with me one night and we'll call it even."

 

"Trevor, no.  I'd be more comfortable if you let me pay you for your legal services.  I don't...."

 

"No strings, Olivia.  I would simply like to have dinner."

 

"Trevor, it would never be anything more than dinner between us."  She stared at him for a long moment then stood.  "But if that will settle our debt, then fine.  You name the time and place."

 

Langan dropped some bills on the table to cover the charge and hoisted the briefcase with a smile.   "I know, Olivia," he said cryptically.  "I'll be in touch," he reiterated, before turning and walking out the door.

 

Benson scrunched her forehead, trying to figure out what on earth she'd missed, then shook her head and followed him out the door.  She just hoped she had done the right thing.

 

************

 

"Stabler."

 

"Detective Stabler, this is Trevor Langan."  Elliot cringed but didn't hang up and Trevor pushed forward.  "Listen, Detective Benson just asked me to represent her on this IAB thing she's got coming up Monday and I wondered if you could spare a few minutes to talk to me."

 

Elliot sighed.  He'd suspected who Liv was going to lawyer up with, but the man just made his skin crawl.  Still, if he was going to represent his partner, the least he could do would be to have her six.  "Sure, Langan... whaddya wanna know?"

 

"Tell me about this brother."

 

Elliot hesitated.  Talk about walking through a minefield....  Then he figured that if Liv trusted Langan enough to tell him about Simon, he would make sure Trevor got the whole story.  Elliot motioned to Kathy and then went into the study and closed the door.  This phone call was going to take more than just a few minutes.

 

"So can you get me a copy of that DNA report?" Trevor asked after Elliot had explained all he knew of Simon.  "I doubt Olivia put that in the file she gave me to go over."

 

"Probably not," Stabler agreed.  "She really wants him to be her brother.  Despite what she says, just family isn't as important as immediate family and I don't think she wants to know he lied to her to protect himself.  I'll call Melinda Warner... see if we can get something."

 

"Wait," Langan frowned so hard Elliot could hear it over the phone.  "You don't have a copy of the DNA report?"

 

"No... I dunno if Liv put a slow down on things or of it just got pushed aside in light if everything else that's happened since, but as far as I know, it hasn't become public knowledge.

 

"If you'll call Warner, I'll see what I can find out from my end.  Call me if she has anything."

 

"All right.  I'll let you know if Warner has anything."  A click hung up the phone and Elliot dialed Melinda Warner at home, hoping she'd have some answers.

 

************

 

Alex unlocked the door to the lodge, picking up her bag and waving off her uncle's driver before crossing the threshold and closing the door behind her.  Jason had left several lights on throughout the house, creating a warm and welcome atmosphere.  Alex strolled through the house slowly, reliving some of the happier times in her life.  A lot of her best memories were tied up in this place.

 

She remembered peeking into the study when her grandfather was holding court with her father and uncles.  She remembered playing chase with her cousins and hearing the nannies' exasperated voices following them.  She laughed to herself when she stepped into the parlor - here her grandmother and 'the girls' would enjoy afternoon tea... with a kick.  She remembered accidentally finding out about that kick when she was sixteen and the hangover that had resulted from it.  She had learned to be more careful with her alcohol consumption after that.

 

There was the dining room where the whole family had gathered for holiday meals and the conservatory where the children and grandchildren had been required to learn to dance together.  Rustic this lodge certainly wasn't, but it was as much home to Alex as anything she had ever known... especially while her grandparents had been alive.

 

She made her way up the stairs – as a child, she hadn't spent nearly as much time up here as she had downstairs.  Coming to the lodge had always meant time with the extended family and cousins to play with.  As an only child and the only girl in the younger generation, Alex had fought for her spot among them, but once she had proven herself, the boys always included her in their play.

 

As they had grown older, Alex took to spending more time upstairs, and it was into the room she had always been assigned when staying here that she turned into now.

 

The walls were a pale blue with deep blue carpet on the floor and immediately Alex felt herself relax.  Tonight she'd unpack then see what she could find for dinner from what Jason had stocked the kitchen and bar with.  After a long bath, she'd find a good book and curl up for the night.  She'd worry about thinking about things tomorrow.

 

************

 

"Melinda, this is Elliot Stabler."

 

Melinda frowned and looked at her cell phone before putting it back up to her ear.  "Detective, what can I do for you on my day off?"

 

Elliot cringed.  "I'm sorry, Doc.  I wouldn't call if it wasn't an emergency."

 

Warner sighed.  "I know, Detective.  It just seems like it's always an emergency.  What can I do for you?"

 

"You know Liv has an IAB preliminary hearing on Monday," waiting for her affirmative.  "Well, her defense counsel could use the DNA results from Simon Marsden if you've got 'em."

 

Melinda blinked.  "Um... let me think.  That was the guy claiming to be her brother, right?" knowing the answer but not wanting to commit herself.  "I'm not sure if they ever got done after my preliminary test – if they were being tested as evidence it could take months.  You know how long it takes for some of these things to come through.  But since the charges were dropped....  Is it important?"

 

"Langan seemed to think so."

 

"Liv hired Trevor Langan to represent her?  Wow... I guess she thinks this is pretty serious."  Warner cleared her throat.  "Um... I'll tell you what, Elliot.  I'll make a few phone calls... see if I can find out if the paperwork is even in the system anymore and if we can get a rush on it if it is.  If it's not, I'll see what I can work up by Monday morning."

 

"Thanks, doc... that'd be great."

 

"I'll get back to you as soon as I know something."

 

************

 

Alex stepped from the shower and slipped into the most comfortable pair of jeans she owned.  They were so worn they were barely respectable, but she figured there was no one around to see them but her so it really didn't matter.  A flannel shirt to ward off the morning chill and her ensemble was complete.  Later she would trade in the flannel for cotton, but for now, she needed the warmth.

 

She walked sedately down the stairs, a little melancholy for the days when she ran down or slid down the banister with a squeal, the nanny's scolding ringing in her ears.  Somehow, somewhere she had lost her zeal for that particular venture, though that might have had as much to do with the fact that there was no nanny to infuriate as it did with the fact that she was a mature, responsible adult.

 

Alex went into the kitchen, grinning at the scent of coffee.  Obviously Jason had set things up for her morning before he had departed the main house the previous evening.  She hoped he would be by at some point.  Although she had requested to have the house to herself as much as possible, Jason had been part of this household for as long as Alex could remember and she would never run him out of his home.   Maybe talking to him would help clear her head - always Jason and Geraldine had had time for each of the children in the Cabot household, but Alex was generally the one who took the most advantage of the attention.  Many times when she was ready to take a break from roughhousing with the boys, she would go to the kitchen.  Geraldine would always draw Alex into whatever she was doing or she would help Jason in the flowerbeds.  They had been her cherished confidantes growing up, always taking the time to listen to her, and she had missed having them in her life.

 

As if on cue, Jason stepped through the back door, and Alex reverted into the child she had once been, greeting him with an enthusiastic hug.  Jason wasn't shy and lifted her off her feet as he returned the embrace.

 

"Lexxie!" he exclaimed.  "I couldn't believe it when your uncle called to let me know you'd be here.  You haven't been here since...."

 

"... since I went into witness protection, I know."  Alex stepped back and Jason let her go, sensing her discomfort.  He watched as she poured two cups of coffee, offering one to him before adding a dash of cream to hers.  "I missed being here," she said as she took a seat at the table and waited for him to do the same.

 

"So what brings you home, Lexxie?"

 

"I'm taking a bit of a sabbatical from work... trying to figure out what I want to do."

 

Jason frowned.  "In what way, Lexxie?  I thought you had it all... good job, nice place, wealthy, handsome fiancé – what's left to figure out?" covering the hand that rested on the top of the table.

 

"Jason, did you ever stop and look back at your life and wonder?" keeping her eyes on the table.

 

"Wonder what, Lexxie?"

 

"Wonder if you've wasted your life... if you're doing the best that you can with the chance you've been given."

 

Jason tapped her arm.  "Sounds like you need to talk – let me call Geraldine.  I think it might be time to make cookies."

 

Alex smiled and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.  They had always made cookies together when Alex had a difficult problem she needed to talk about.  It took the direct attention away from her and gave her something to focus on besides herself.  It was where she first learned to find the poise she needed in the courtroom.

 

"I'd like that," she confessed blinking back tears.  "I've never outgrown my sweet tooth... or my appreciation for Geraldine's sugar cookies."

 

Jason chuckled and rose to collect the coffee pot and bring it back to the table.  He refilled their cups and replaced the pot.  "Honey, I've been married to her for forty years.  I can say without a doubt that you never will."

 

Alex chuckled.  It wasn't much, but it was a start.

 

************

 

Olivia took a deep breath of the air outside her apartment, almost tasting the scent of the city as it wafted through her system and onto the back of her tongue.  She winced slightly and headed for the closest subway station, intent on making her way to Central Park.

 

After her meeting with Langan the previous day, she had come home and cleaned her apartment with a vengeance.  There wasn't much else to do, and with no likelihood of being called in for duty, she figured she had plenty of time to get things in order again.  She wryly thought it was quite the metaphor for her life at the moment – she felt like she'd been off course for a while now.  Maybe this IAB thing was just the impetus she needed to take a long hard look at things and see if she could get her life back on track – headed in a direction she wanted to go instead of simply allowing it to meander from day to day and case to case.

 

Hence her escape early Sunday morning to claim her thinking bench and enjoy the solitude and the relative fresh air she knew she would find there, especially this early.  She exited the station, looking around at the high-rises and brownstones she knew she could never afford and idling wondering which one of them belonged to Alex Cabot.  Then she chided herself for allowing her mind to wander there and crossed the street into the park.

 

Despite the fact that fall was still more than a month away, it was unexpectedly cool and Olivia was glad for the leather jacket she had pulled from the back of her closet before leaving home. 

 

She passed a number of people out enjoying the crisp day as much as she was.  They were mostly quiet - strolling the paths, riding their bikes, and in the case of several, stretched out in the grass reading.  Olivia took her time walking around the park, appreciating the fact that there were no expectations, no deadlines, no pressures out here.

 

She followed the path around until she reached her thinking bench.  She took a seat and closed her eyes, letting her other senses function in their place.  And for a while, filtering out and cataloguing the sounds and scents she was experiencing took all the effort she could muster towards it.

 

After a while though, Liv let her mind travel down the garden path, thinking back over the events of the past few months, trying to figure out when things had started to unravel.

 

She started with Alex Cabot's unexpected arrival at her front door – obviously not the beginning of her current issues, but definitely odd on its own merit.  Olivia frowned; she couldn't figure out why Cabot had bothered... it wasn't like they'd been a blip on the Devil's radar since she'd gone into witness protection.  Neither her return for Connor's trial nor her subsequent homecoming had changed Olivia's perception of who Alex Cabot was – or who she had become once more.

 

The red-hot Devil that Alex Cabot had been before Velez's entrance into their lives had disappeared and become the Ice Princess that had originally come to the one-six as the new ADA.  Olivia frowned deeper – so why the sudden turn around... why the sudden apparent change of heart... especially given the rumors that had circulated Police Plaza and Hogan Place that made Cabot out to be some sort of pod person in place of the real thing?  The Alex Cabot she had known, whether Devil or Ice Princess, had always had too much determination and fire for that.  Liv shook her head to clear it; she didn't need Cabot in any incarnation in there cluttering things up when there were more important personal concerns for her to focus on.

 

So if not Cabot, what next?  Olivia let her mind move farther back.  There was Simon, of course – he was the cause of her current misery.  But despite that, whether he was her brother or not – and she believed it was true though she knew Elliot did not – he was not the reason her trouble had started.  He was simply the reason things had come to a head.

 

Beyond that were her problems with Elliot – that had led to their estrangement and subsequent temporary separation.  But they had resolved those issues as much as possible and Olivia was honest enough to admit that even that was not the root of her problem.  She continued to examine her recollections, chasing cases and memories looking to find what had brought her to this point in time.

 

Of its own volition, her mind went back to the night outside Mahoney's and the sound of gunfire.  The blood and the fear and the pain when she realized Alex was gone from her life.

 

"Dammit!" Olivia cursed and slapped her hands against the bench.

 

"Problem, Detective?"

 

Olivia's eyes popped open and her head turned in the direction of Casey's voice.  She raised an eyebrow in question.

 

"What are you doing here, Counselor?"

 

"In Central Park?  Just out enjoying the day."  She nudged Olivia over and waited for her to sigh dramatically and slide over before Casey took a seat next to her.  "So what was so wrong with your day that you felt the need to slap the bench and curse?"

 

Olivia shrugged.  "Just thinking... working out my frustration a little bit.  It's been a long few months."

 

"It's been a long few years," Casey stated firmly.  "Anything I can help with?"

 

"Yeah," Olivia said after a couple minute's contemplation.  "Take my mind off of it – tell me about your date the other night."

 

Casey flushed.  "How did you...?"

 

Olivia chuckled.  "Casey, you were at a cop bar.  Even if me and the guys hadn't seen you there, we would've heard about it before you got home.  You know cops are worse gossips than lawyers and the grapevine moves at the speed of light when cops or lawyers are involved."  Liv chuckled again.  "So you wanna share?"

 

"It was nothing really – Jessica is an old girlfriend from college.  We just got together for drinks and dinner."

 

"But...?"

 

"But... she reminded me that there is more to life than just work, and if I don't take a little time to take care of myself, I will burn out and grow old before my time."

 

"Kinda like me, huh?" Olivia said sadly.

 

"Nah... you're still a beautiful woman, Liv."

 

Olivia shrugged.  "Maybe, but I *am* burning out, Casey.  I can feel the years...."  She shook her head and looked away.

 

Casey absorbed the information with a thoughtful pause.  "C'mon... I think part of your problem is you're worrying about what might happen Monday."  She stood and held out her hand.  "Let's go get some ice cream.  Then if you want to go back to worrying you can.  But at least you'll have a bit of a respite in the meantime."

 

Olivia accepted the proffered hand and stood before releasing it and tucking her hands into her pockets.  "Sounds like a plan, Counselor," nodding her head.  "Lead the way."  Casey stuck her hands in her own pockets and together they started out of the park.

 

************

 

Geraldine handed Alex the towel and motioned to her face.  "Still trying to learn the trick to making cookies without making a mess I see," she teased gently as she placed two pans of cookies into the oven.  Then she pulled out two more sheets and she and Alex started cutting another batch.

 

"Yeah," Alex drawled slightly, smearing a little more flour across her cheek.  "I never quite got the hang of it, though at least I haven't caught anything on fire recently."

 

Geraldine's eyebrows went to her hairline.  "Do I even want to ask?"

 

"Well, thanks to witness protection I no longer need to marry a chef to keep from starving to death, but it was a near thing for a while.  I managed to catch the stove on fire once that I clearly remember, and I'm pretty sure I burned more than one pot trying to boil water."  She shook her head.  "It wasn't pretty."

 

"Witness protection taught you to cook?"

 

"Witness protection forced me to learn to survive.  Wisconsin was nothing like Manhattan – no local delis on every corner... no restaurants to stop at on the way home.  It was either learn to cook or eat cereal and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day."

 

"And you hate peanut better and jelly."

 

"It's never been my favorite," Alex smirked, "but I adjusted."

 

The timer went off and Geraldine opened the oven and withdrew the cookie sheets from within, placing them on the trivet.  She grabbed the other pans to place inside while Alex proceeded to remove the cookies and transfer them to the cooling rack.

 

"And how are you adjusting now?" Geraldine asked with forthrightness.  She knew when Jason had escaped outdoors that he believed Alex needed to talk to her privately.  Alex just arched an eyebrow.

 

"How do you do that?  I know Jason didn't say anything to you – I was standing here when he called you and he didn't say a word before he went outside."

 

Geraldine smiled.  "Sweetheart, when you've been married as long as Jason and I have, you learn to speak in any number of ways.  Not all communication is verbal – as a lawyer you should know that.  And when you've had as much practice as Jason and I have....  So," Geraldine said as she turned to pull the second batch of cookies out of the oven.  "What's going on with you, Lexxie?"

 

Alex sighed, lifting the cookies from the pan and smiling when Geraldine put a plate underneath her spatula.  Then she sat down across from Geraldine at the other woman's insistence and waited, knowing what was coming.  Sure enough, Geraldine poured them each a tall glass of cold milk and handed Alex a napkin.  Then she helped herself to a still hot cookie and looked at Alex expectedly.

 

Alex also took a cookie but she placed it on her napkin and gazed at it unseeingly for a long moment before raising her eyes to meet Geraldine's compassionate brown ones.

 

"I don't know, Gerry," reverting to the familiar address from childhood.  "I have everything I could possibly want."

 

"But...?"

 

"But... it's not enough.  It's not making me happy anymore... I'm not sure that it ever did.  It feels as though my entire life has been a waste – as if nothing I have done makes a difference... to me or anyone else."

 

Geraldine sat silently as she nibbled on her cookie and contemplated Alex's words.  "What changed, honey?  What brought about this rather sudden change of heart?"  She paused.  "I thought you were happy... we all did.  You returned from witness protection a conquering heroine; you have a job that put you on the road to the district attorney's office or higher; you have a wildly attractive and successful fiancé.  I'm not sure I understand what I'm missing."

 

Alex rose from her place and walked to the windows, looking out at Jason as he puttered in the gardens.  "I'm not sure I understand it either, Gerry... but there is no passion in my life now."  She raked her fingers through her hair, leaving it slightly messy, but she never turned her gaze from the window.  "When I first went into law, I was zealous about what I did and stupid with idealism.  I had morality on my side; I was righting wrongs and bringing justice to victims who deserved it.  And it didn't hurt that I was pushing towards what I felt were higher goals at the same time."

 

"When I went after Velez, I was absolutely certain I was right, and all that certainty did was nearly got me killed.  And it cost me everything... everything I cared about at the time.  It forced me from my home, my job, my detectives and it left me with nothing."

 

Alex fell silent and Geraldine let her be, confident that she would continue when she resolved her thoughts in her mind.  It wasn't like any of this was news to either of them, but apparently Alex needed to review old history to put things into perspective.  As the silence continued, however, Geraldine felt compelled to push a little bit.

 

"What happened, Lexxie?"

 

Alex turned from the window.  "Emily happened.  She was boring and passionless and worthless, really.  She did nothing... accomplished nothing... was no one.  I hated her!" Alex replied with vehemence.  "I was so glad to return for the Connor's trial if only because Emily had to die when I did."

 

"But you went back into the program."

 

"Reluctantly... and *not* as Emily.  I steadfastly refused."  She chuckled softly.  "I think Hammond realized the Devil he was dealing with then.  He'd only thought I was bad the first time out."

 

Geraldine laughed in sympathy.  "He should have known you as a child."

 

"He should have known me as an ADA," came Alex's rejoinder.  Then she fell silent again.

 

"Lexxie, honey... I already knew most of this.  What does it have to do with what is going on with you now?  You came home – as Alexandra Cabot – and you reclaimed her.  You have been more successful in your life since your return than you were before you left.  Your mother would have been proud."

 

"I don't think so, Gerry.  Society expectations aside, my mother wanted me to be happy – and I'm not.  I haven't been happy in a very long time.  It just took me a while to figure out that I was still unhappy, even though I no longer had reason to be."

 

"Do you know why?"

 

"Not yet, but I will.  I have time now to figure it out.  And no one but me to satisfy with whatever answers I find."

 

"Well, I'll be here whenever you need to talk or just want some company to commiserate with.  And in the meantime, I'll fatten you up a bit.  I don't know what you've been eating, but it's time you get back to real food and my sugar cookies," pointing to Alex’s place at the counter and motioning her to sit and eat.  "Start with the cookies – I'll work on lunch.  That way I can be sure you won't catch the place on fire, because I'm not about to explain that to your uncle."

 

"I told you I haven't done that in a while," Alex mumbled around a mouthful of cookie.

 

"Uh huh… when was the last time you cooked?" watching Alex blush and bow her head.  "Thought so - means you're about due for a disaster then.  Now eat," Geraldine commanded. 

 

Alex scowled, but obediently took another bite of her cookie, satisfied that she would find her answers in time.

 

************

 

Melinda sighed when she perused the final file.  When the case against Simon Marsden was dropped, so was the paperwork that had gone with it.  It had never gone any farther than her office and her results had been inconclusive.  She picked up her phone.

 

"Stabler."

 

"Elliot, it's Melinda Warner.  Listen, can you and Langan meet me for coffee?  I've got the information you asked for, but it isn't much."

 

"Um, sure.  Where are you?"  Melinda told him.  "All right... give me half an hour to contact Langan and get there."

 

"All right.  I'll be waiting."

 

"So... what've you got, doc?" Elliot asked as he set a cup of coffee in front of her and took a seat across from her.  Trevor pulled out a third chair and sat, placing his cup on the table and offering Melinda a muffin as well.  She smiled and thanked him, then folded her hands and placed them on the papers in front of her.

 

"What I've got is a lot of nothing," she said succinctly.  "When the case against Simon Marsden was dropped, all the evidence and paperwork that went with it stopped cold.  There is nothing except my test of his DNA against Olivia's and that could actually get her in more trouble - it could be considered a misuse of city resources.  She and I could both be reprimanded for that, actually."  She took a sip of her coffee and passed her findings over to Trevor.

 

"So what does this mean, exactly?"

 

"It means," she said slowly, "that Simon Marsden is a blood relative of Detective Olivia Benson, but there is no conclusive proof that he is her brother.  Her belief in that comes from other things he shared with her, and the stories that his mother told them."

 

"Did she share those things with you?"

 

"Some of them.  The rest I found on my own... much like she did I imagine."

 

"Things that make it possible that Simon was telling her the truth."

 

Melinda nodded.  "Yes... probable even... but not necessarily true."  She sighed and set her cup down once more.  "The thing is – Olivia wants to believe it.  True or not, she wants Simon to be her brother... even her half brother... because that makes him family and it gives her a place to belong.  She's been alone so long – she needs that.  I'm not sure trying to take that away from her, even to save her career, is the right thing to do."

 

Trevor looked through the papers and then back at Melinda.  "Can I keep these... at least until the hearing is over?"  She nodded.

 

"Those are copies.  You can keep them as long as you need.  Just please destroy them or return them to me when you are done.  I don’t need to get into any more trouble than I could already be in for having them in the first place."

 

Langan smiled.  "I'll keep that in mind, Dr. Warner.  I don't want to cause anyone anymore problems than we've already got."

 

"So will this help Liv?" Elliot asked after a moment.

 

"I think I can make a case for leniency," Langan stated honestly.  "Like I told Olivia... they won't dismiss the charges or go for a slap on the wrist – it's an election year and they need to be seen as taking care of business.  But the fact is she’s a good cop who has been without a real family her entire life.  It's not surprising she wants to believe Simon, especially if there is any probability at all he is telling her the truth; it’s even less surprising that she wanted to help him out of a jam.  I'll try not to bring the DNA into it at all."

 

"What a mess," Elliot muttered.

 

"No kidding," Melinda agreed.  "And what about you, Detective?  What did you end up with?"  Trevor perked up and turned his attention to Elliot.

 

"Something happened to you as well, Detective?"  Elliot glared at Melinda and she shrugged.

 

"Let's just say most of SVU had a meltdown recently.  *I* am having to teach traffic school one night a week for six months – still have a while to go on that actually.  But thanks for bringing that up, doc."

 

"Sorry, Elliot.  I didn't mean...."

 

Stabler took a deep breath.  "I know, doc.  It's all right.  The whole thing is fucked up... like someone was gunning for us or something."

 

"I hear that.  Even Huang is convinced there is some sort of conspiracy at this point, though he'd never say that in front of Munch."

 

Elliot laughed.  "Smart man. He’d never get out of that conversation alive.”  He stood up.  “Look, I've gotta get home to my wife.  Thanks for the info, doc.  And thanks for helping out my partner, Langan.  She doesn't deserve the shit she's in."

 

“No, she doesn’t,” he replied forcefully.  “I’ve been reading her jacket; I meant what I said about her being one of the good guys.  I know we are rarely on the same side in any given situation, but we are all on the same side this time.  I don’t want to see the city lose Detective Benson as a police officer.  If we had more like her, the world would be a nicer place to live in.”

 

Elliot’s eyebrows hiked up to his high hairline.  “Nursing something of a crush for my partner there, big guy?”

 

Langan laughed.  “No, Detective... not hardly.  I learned a long time ago how to tell the possible from the never going to happen.  I know a lost cause when I see one, and having Olivia Benson in my life as more than a friendly acquaintance is definitely a pipe dream for me.  That is not to say I won’t try for friendship with her though.  I think she could probably use all of those she can get.”

 

“Probably,” Stabler agreed.  “Just don’t cross the line with her.  Despite what Simon has made her believe about her family, the truth is she has a whole list of brothers she can call family who will be there for her in a New York minute.  And they all carry guns.”

 

“Warning noted, Detective.  But trust me when I tell you that I’m just happy she asked me to defend her.  I would like to be her friend.”

 

“Maybe one day, Counselor.  After all – you *are* the enemy most days.”

 

Langan smiled and held out his hand.  “It’s nice not to be for a change.”  They shook hands briefly and Elliot headed out the door.  Trevor turned to Melinda.  “Can I see you somewhere, Dr. Warner or perhaps call you a cab?”

 

Melinda picked up her half-eaten muffin and the remainder of her coffee.  “A cab would be great.  I need to get to the Park to join my family for what’s left of our day together.  Thank you, Trevor.”

 

“My pleasure, Dr. Warner.  I think your information will aid Olivia’s case immensely.” 

 

She nodded and stepped into the cab that stopped at Trevor’s hail.  Then she waved as it sped off towards Central Park.  Trevor Langan watched it out of sight, then turned his feet towards his apartment some blocks away.  He had some thinking and strategizing to do and walking would give him the perfect opportunity to do so.

 

************

 

Alex lay on the grassy knoll a short distance from the back door of the old hunting lodge.  She realized now it was nothing like a hunting lodge, but that is what she had known it as in her youth and that was the way her mind continued to think of it to this day.  There were a number of fluffy white clouds in the sky and she let her eyes chase them, even as her mind refused to focus on anything more serious than the shapes they made.

 

Unfortunately, her subconscious was much stronger than her conscious will and soon Alex was finding Olivia Benson in the clouds.  That was followed by a smoking gun... a dead body... a set of handcuffs... then Olivia Benson again, this time holding a key.

 

Sighing, she flopped over onto her belly, never realizing when she dozed off.

 

She shivered when Jason’s hand shook her awake, gladly accepting the blanket he held out to her and wrapping herself up in its warmth.  Alex blinked slowly as her senses returned and wondered why she was outside on the ground as the sun was sinking below the horizon.  Then it occurred to her what she had been doing prior to her impromptu nap and she blushed, the blood warming her body as it sped through her system.

 

“Geraldine sent me to tell you it’s time for supper.  She’s not gonna let you skip meals while you’re here, Lexxie, so don’t even bother to say it.”  He held out his hand to her. “C’mon... she fixed common food tonight, but I’m betting you’ll find it to your liking.”

 

Alex took his hand and rose, then brushed the grass from herself before wrapping the blanket more firmly around her.  “Jason, I have yet to find anything Geraldine’s cooks *not* to my liking.”  She scrunched up her nose in distaste.  “Except for liver and onions.  There is nothing *anyone* could do to that dish to make it to my liking... there is nothing there to like.”

 

Jason guffawed heartily.  “We figured that out the first time I found it buried in the garden, honey.  I don’t think Geraldine would do that to you when she is trying to put a bit of meat on those bones of yours.  Did you enjoy your nap?”

 

“Surprisingly, yes.  I think I needed it.”

 

“Well, one of the nice things about this lodge is there is really nothing to disturb you if you’re looking for peace and quiet.”  He held the door open for her and Alex preceded him into the mudroom off the kitchen.  The both slipped out of their shoes and then padded silently into the kitchen. Geraldine motioned them both to the small kitchen table and Alex relinquished the blanket she had wrapped around her.  He placed it to one side, and seated Alex then his wife before taking a seat himself.

 

After saying a brief grace Geraldine looked at Alex.  “We’re going to church tomorrow, so you’ll have the place to yourself unless you’d like to come along with us,” knowing what her answer to that would be.  “I’ll put on a pot roast for you that you can eat whenever you’ve a mind then.”

 

“The two of you don’t need to wait on me hand and foot.  I’ve gotten very good at taking care of myself over the years.”  Jason covered her hand.

 

“Lexxie, don’t spoil our fun.  We haven’t had anyone up here to spoil for ages.  We promise not to hover too much, but we can’t not keep an eye on you while you’re here.  We always have.”

 

“And know, and I appreciate it, but it really isn’t necessary.  You two enjoy your day off together.  I’m probably going to go down to the stream and have a picnic.”

 

“That sounds lovely,” Geraldine agreed.  Then they turned their attention to eating and the conversation moved to other things.

 

Sunday passed in a pleasant haze for Alex, but in the back of her mind loomed Olivia’s IAB hearing.  She wished she could be present for it – maybe then she would find closure for the ache in her chest and could move on with her life.

 

************

 

The catcalls and whistles were enough to bring a blush to Olivia's face when she stepped into the precinct Monday morning.  She glared around the room only to find everyone staring back at her with frank, appreciative grins.  She finally relented and smiled, giving them a small curtsey to a round of applause.  Then she took her seat and started in on her paperwork.

 

Elliot got up from his desk and leaned up against hers.  "You ready for this?" he asked.  She took a deep breath and met his eyes, allowing only him to see the doubt she felt.

 

"Do I have a choice?"

 

"No, but if it makes you feel better, everyone here is pulling for you.  The odds makers down in vice are giving you two to one on escaping clean."

 

"El, we both know that's not gonna happen.  Trevor was right about one thing for sure – they're gonna hang me out to dry to show they mean business... to make sure that the public knows the police department is taking care of wrongdoers within the ranks."

 

"Liv, your case isn't public knowledge – they're not gonna fire you over this, especially since the Feds aren't pursuing a case against you.  If it makes you feel better, me, Fin and Munch have got ten to one odds that you will get by with a suspension."

 

For a long moment, he thought Olivia was going to get angry, then she smirked at him.  "Did someone at least cover that bet for me?"  Elliot laughed out loud.

 

"You know it, partner."

 

As the morning wore on, a number of officers from several different precincts stopped by to offer their support to Liv.  She smiled and graciously accepted their support, realizing what Elliot had said about her reputation as a detective and the respect she had garnered in the department was complete truth.  Then the unexpected happened.

 

************

 

Alex woke slowly Monday morning and lay there debating whether or not she wanted to get up and drive into the city for the day.  Despite what Olivia had said... despite what she recognized as the truth of Branch's words... part of Alex's heart and mind were drawn to the IAB hearing she knew was going to take place today.  Surely there was something she could do.  Then the phone rang and interrupted her train of thought.  She glowered at the offensive noise, wondering who had the audacity to call this early in the morning, then she lifted the receiver from the cradle.

 

"Cabot."

 

"Don't even think about it, Counselor.  You stay safely tucked away in the ritzy house you call a lodge and let us worry about Olivia's hearing."  Alex sat up, tucking the sheet around her after pulling her knees up to her chest.

 

"Us?  *You* get to help her??"

 

"I'm not the enemy here, Cabot... hers or yours.  Nothing changes the fact that as far as the world is concerned, you're on the other side of the line – not even the fact that you're madly, passionately in love with her."

 

Silence greeted the words, prompting the speaker's tone to change slightly to one of concern.  "Alex?  You still there?"

 

"How did you know?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.  All out laughter met the question and Alex lifted the phone away from her ear and glared at it.  "It's not funny."

 

"Oh sweetheart," the voice replied soothingly.  "I know it's not.  If you're asking about how I knew you are in love with her - that was easy.  It shows in your eyes... and hers.  It always has.  If you're asking how I knew you were considering trying to attend her hearing, let's just say I've known you long enough to understand the way you think."

 

Alex sighed.  "I hate you, you know."

 

"No you don't.  You love me and you're going to invite me up to that lodge when this is all over."

 

Alex sighed again.  "You know you're always welcome, but you call and let me know how things go as soon as you know something."

 

"Good girl.  I'll call as soon as the hearing's over, though it will probably be at least three or four days while the board considers their options.  We don't expect her to be fired, but we all believe they're going to do something if only to make the statement that no one including the police is above the law."

 

"Idiots," Alex mumbled.

 

"Yeah, but the die's been cast.  I'll call you back this afternoon."

 

"Apparently I will be here.  But call the cell – I may be outside."

 

"All right.  Try to stay out of trouble."

 

"You too."  Another laugh met her ears just before the sound of a dial tone told her the call had ended.  Alex let a wistful smile cross her face before replacing the phone and sliding from the bed.  Maybe she would pack a picnic basket; it would be a nice way to spend the day... trying not to worry.

 

************

 

The complete silence in the room was the first thing that drew Olivia's attention from her work.  She had forced herself to focus, hoping to lose herself in her task and make time pass faster.  The lack of sound, however, caused her to blink and look up – finding a long pair of legs leaning against her desk.  She arched an eyebrow and followed the line up, wondering if the Devil has shown up despite everything.  Instead she met the classic smirk and amused brown eyes of one Abbie Carmichael.

 

"Carmichael... what the hell are you doing here?"

 

"Well hello to you too, Detective Benson.  What the hell kind of greeting is that for an old friend?"  Abbie's eyes twinkled with secrets and Olivia just managed to stave off the blush that wanted to course through her body at the personal knowledge she held of those secrets.  Instead she stood up and opened her arms, relishing the feel of the other woman pressed up against her again.  The two hugged for a long moment before a throat clearing pushed them apart to glare in Elliot's direction.

 

"Something I can do for you, Detective?" Abbie asked in her trademark raspy drawl.  Munch leaned against the doorjamb of Cragen's office and clutched at his chest dramatically.

 

"You could just stand there and speak for a little while," wincing when she turned her force ten glare in his direction and then scowled for good measure.

 

"Or you could share some of that whole hugging thing you and Liv had going on there," Elliot said, opening up his arms and waiting for her to step into them.  "How are ya, Abbie?" Stabler asked after a brief embrace.  "We still miss you around here."

 

"Nah... you just miss hearing my sexy little drawl," Carmichael argued with a smirk and a glance in John Munch's direction.  He simply offered her a tiny smile and a bow.  "However, if you gentlemen will excuse us, Detective Benson and I have a few things to discuss before her hearing."

 

"Wait... you're here for my IAB hearing?" Liv asked in a low tone.  "Abbie, you can’t do that."

 

"Actually, I can.  I'm here representing the United States government.  C'mon and I'll explain it to you over lunch."  Olivia nodded her head dumbly and picked up her purse before following Abbie out the door.  The silence remained for a moment longer before the regular buzz of work returned to the precinct once more.  Munch crossed over to stand next to Elliot, whose eyes remained glued to the door the two women had just disappeared through.

 

"Well, that was an unpredictable turn of events.  You think Abbie is here to help Liv?"

 

"I don't think even an order from GW himself could make Abbie turn her back on a friend," Munch replied.  "I imagine she's going to remind internal affairs that good ol' Uncle Sam isn't pressing charges against Olivia."  He turned and looked directly at Elliot.  "I'd say our bet was in the bag."

 

"Kathy will be glad to hear that.  She's already informed me we need to go baby shopping soon."

 

Munch winced and turned to go back into Cragen's office.  "I don't envy you that, my friend.  Kids get more expensive by the minute."

 

"Tell me about it," Elliot grumbled, shaking his head.  He plopped down into his chair and sighed.

 

Munch smirked.  "Maybe we should give you a baby shower."  Elliot looked up, mouth dropped open and eyes wide as visions of diaper pin games and baby diapering contests flashed through his mind at lightning speed.  Munch chuckled.  "Then again, maybe not."  Then he walked into the office and resumed the work Abbie's arrival had interrupted.  It was another long moment before Elliot was able to do the same.

 

************

 

Olivia and Abbie stopped right outside the precinct when Casey called Benson by name.  Abbie's eyebrow went up and she waited for Olivia to introduce them.

 

"Oh good," Casey breathed.  "I was afraid I might miss you.  I just wanted to come by and wish you luck."

 

"Casey, you could've done that over the phone."

 

"I know; I was going to offer to take you to lunch as well, but I think Ms Carmichael already has that covered."  She watched Abbie's brow arch in question and smiled, extending her hand.  "I'm sure you don't remember me, Ms Carmichael – I was an intern in the white collar crime division when we met.  I'm Casey Novak, ADA for the SVU."

 

Now both brows flew into her hairline.  "*You're* Casey Novak?"  She turned and punched Olivia on the arm, snickering at the glare it earned her.  "You coulda warned me, Yankee," she growled sotto voce.  Then she took Casey's hand.  "It's very nice to meet you again, Ms Novak.  Would you like to join us for lunch?"

 

"I don't want to intrude...."

 

"Trust me, it would be our pleasure.  Maybe between us, we can give Olivia here enough good karma to feel relaxed at the hearing."

 

"You're sure you don't mind?" looking between Liv and Abbie and realizing Abbie still held her hand.  She tugged gently and found it released, though Abbie's wink at her when she did so was more than a little disconcerting.  Still, Casey smiled.  "I'd like that," she replied honestly when they both indicated their willingness to have her accompany them.

 

Abbie linked her arms through theirs and headed them for her favorite mom and pop place near the one-six.  And the best part was – they had ice cream.

 

************

 

"I shouldn't have eaten so much," Olivia complained as they stepped from the restaurant.  "I think I’m gonna throw up."

 

Casey bit her lip to hold in her smile, but Abbie chuckled out loud.  "You shouldn't have ordered that banana split.  Now all those nervous butterflies are having a field day," twitching her hands in circles to demonstrate.  Then she pointed at Benson and scowled fiercely.  "You're not allowed to throw up before or during this hearing, Detective, so let's move it."

 

Olivia returned the look then relented.  "Fine... I can always throw up afterwards."

 

"Benson, get a grip.  I'm not about to let you get fired and neither is Langan."  Abbie turned and glared at Olivia.  "Why did you choose him anyway?  How often did I listen to you and Stabler bitch about him and his evil, defense attorney ways?"

 

"I know, but he's about the only defense attorney I know well enough to ask.  Technically, you can't represent me, and neither can anyone I know in the DA's office.  And if Cabot was stupid enough to risk her career to make sure I had representation, then I figured it would be in my best interests to have someone besides me on my side."

 

"Olivia, we're *all* on your side," Casey assured her, "we're just not allowed to...."

 

"I know," Liv assured her.  "C'mon... you've gotta get back to work, and we don't wanna be late."

 

"Call me when it's over?  I know you won't get a ruling today," Casey assured them, holding up her hands to stop their protestations, "but at least then I'll know when to start worrying with you guys."  Abbie grinned and pulled out a card, scribbling something on the back before passing it to Casey.

 

"Call me when your day is over – we'll go to dinner and I'll tell you how things go."

 

Casey took the card and slipped it into her pocket.  Then she hailed a cab and waved goodbye before heading back to Hogan Place.  Abbie turned and slid her hand into the crook of Olivia's elbow, tugging gently to get them moving into the precinct.

 

"Nice of you to take advantage of my misery," Liv grumbled.  "I'm dying and you're making dates."

 

"Benson, stop being a drama queen.  You're not going to die today.  We're going to go in there and kick a little IAB butt and then we're going to go have a couple drinks with the guys and then we'll get some dinner.  In a few days, they'll come back with their ruling and we'll see where we need to go from there."  She put her arm around Olivia's shoulders.  "So no dying today."  Liv noted Abbie stayed away from the dating comment, but Langan was waiting for them at the top of the steps, which prevented her from responding.

 

She introduced them, knowing they had never been on the same side of the aisle before.  Abbie and Trevor spent a couple moments speaking to one another about Olivia's case, then Trevor turned a watchful eye to the detective that was trying her best to be somewhere else.  They flanked her and headed inside and up to the conference room where Liv's hearing was to be held.

 

The committee looked up when the door opened, surprised to see the good detective with such fierce looking representation.  The last they had heard, she was going to speak for herself.  Still, she was certainly entitled to legal counsel.  The chairman motioned to the chair across the table.  Olivia sat and Trevor pulled two more chairs from the wall and placed one on either side of Liv, allowing Abbie to seat herself before taking his own.

 

"Detective Benson, we had understood that you would be representing yourself, so would you care to introduce your legal counsel?"  Langan put a hand on her arm and shook his head slightly before turning back to the committee sitting across from them.

 

"I am Trevor Langan, representing Detective Benson and this is...."

 

"I'm Abigail Carmichael, representing the interests of the United States government."

 

The chairman's eyebrows went into his hairline.  "And what exactly is the government's interest in these proceedings, Ms Carmichael?  This is an internal affairs issue for the NYPD.  I'm not sure I understand your presence here."

 

"My interest is that of justice, Mr. Chairman.  The government is well aware that this is an election year – we do not wish to see an officer of Detective Benson's caliber sacrificed on the altar of public opinion and voter satisfaction... especially as we are taking no action against her for the very same charges you are attempting to bring against her at this hearing."

 

The chairman tilted his head.  "So you don't think there should be some sort of penalty for her actions, Counselor?  That as a police officer she should be above the law?"

 

"That is not what I said, Mr. Chairman," though both Olivia and Trevor heard the unspoken 'jackass' clear as a bell.  "I am here to be sure that the punishment you choose for Detective Benson is fair and reasonable."

 

The committee looked less than thrilled with her response, but it wasn't like they could make her leave.  The chairman turned his attention to Trevor Langan, then he looked at Olivia Benson who sat straight in her chair, her face a mask as she met each of their eyes honestly.  He cleared his throat.

 

"Detective Benson, do you understand the charges against you and the nature of their seriousness?"

 

"We do, Mr. Chairman," Trevor answered for her.

 

"Why don't you tell us what you understand and we'll go from there?  And we'd like to hear directly from the detective this time, Counselor."

 

Olivia exchanged a look with Trevor then faced the disciplinary board.  "I am being charged with aiding and abetting a wanted felon, misuse of city services and conduct unbecoming an officer.  Penalties range from remedial training and suspension to complete dismissal from the force and jail time."

 

"And what are your thoughts, Detective?  What do you think this committee should do to be fair?"

 

"We think you should consider not only Detective Benson's exemplary record, but also the circumstances that drove her to make the decisions that she did."

 

"Why don't you lay it out for us, Counselor?  Perhaps you can make a case that won't require us to dismiss Detective Benson from service."

 

"You've heard from Ms. Carmichael, a representative of the US Attorney General's office.  If they don't feel that the case against Detective Benson has merit enough to bring charges, why would this office?  But that aside, Detective Benson has earned the right for leniency in this case."  Trevor paused and rose from his seat, moving to stand behind Olivia without seeming to hover over her.

 

"Most of you are probably unaware of Detective Benson's past – she was conceived during an act of rape, and yet her mother chose to keep and raise the child that had been created during an act of violence upon her.  But doing so caused Serena Benson to turn to alcohol – a vice which destroyed her and nearly did the same to a daughter she both loved and hated.  When she died, Olivia Benson was left completely alone – no family to speak of.

 

In the meantime, Olivia had gone to college, graduating magna cum laude with a degree in criminal justice, then going directly into the police academy where she was first in her class.  She did her time as a beat cop, but as soon as the opportunity rose, she took the test for detective and passed, putting in for SVU immediately.  You see, her mother never found justice – her rapist was never caught, and Olivia had decided that wasn't going to happen to anyone else.  She'd seen firsthand the damage sexual assault and violence could do to a tender soul.  So she joined the Special Victims' Unit, and in the eight years she's been there, she's made the difference in so many lives.

 

Now I know you're all sitting there wondering why I am telling you this... what possible bearing this could have on this hearing.  Well, I'm going to tell you.  You see, several months ago when the opportunity arose, Detective Benson entered her DNA into the system, hoping to finally find justice for her mother.  What she found was a man who was definitely kin, but not her rapist father.

 

No... the man she found was her half-brother – a man who had a wife and kids and a stable life until he stood accused of the same crime his father had been guilty of on several occasions.  Is it any wonder she wanted to believe him... that she wanted to believe he was not guilty of the crimes of which he stood accused?  Simon Marsden gave Olivia Benson something she had never really had before – a family of her own... and a place to belong.

 

Was what she did right?  No, of course it wasn't – she freely admits that.  It was a severe lapse in judgment that could cost her everything she's worked for.  No one realizes the damage that has been done to her reputation as a police officer more than Detective Benson.  If she had the opportunity to do things differently, she would, even if it cost her the new family she's found.

 

But the fact remains that it did happen.  The question is – does one infraction erase all the good she's accomplished in her time with the NYPD?  Detective Benson is a good cop... a good officer... and when she realized her error, she helped the FBI catch him... believing him still to be a criminal.  Not the best way to ingratiate yourself into your new family.

 

The FBI had her dead to rights and yet they have chosen not to press charges, as Ms Carmichael's presence here on Detective Benson's behalf signifies.

 

Now ladies and gentlemen," meeting the eyes of each member of the committee before allowing himself to continue, "I didn't tell you all this looking for pity or sympathy on my client's behalf.  The truth is Detective Benson would never have shared this with you had she undertaken her own defense as she had originally planned.  But I think you all need to know where she came from – how that influenced her to do what she did."  He paused.  "Can any one of you here say you wouldn't have done the same... that you haven't looked out for family members who've gotten into trouble before?  Oh, I grant you it probably wasn't as serious a crime as aiding and abetting a fugitive, but I imagine every single member of this board has taken care of a few parking tickets or made a phone call to keep someone out of jail; maybe it was simply a matter of looking the other way.  Doesn't that make you just as guilty of the things you are charging my client with?

 

Think about it – too harsh a punishment will open up all kinds of avenues of investigation.  Soon a majority of the police department will be locked up or dismissed and then who will take care of the criminals whose actions hurt all of us?"

 

Trevor took his seat and Abbie nodded at him approvingly.  He may be on the wrong side of the aisle most of the time, but she was glad her friend had someone who believed in her as strongly as Trevor seemed to believe in Olivia.  The sound of a throat clearing brought their attention back to their surroundings and the three of them looked at the chairman.

 

"We need some time to look over Detective Benson's service record again and think about what you said, Counselor.  We will be in touch with you with our decision by the end of the week."

 

As one body, both sides of the table rose and the committee filed out while Olivia and her counsel stayed put.  When the room was empty save for the three of them, they all let out a deep breath... then chuckled at the reaction.

 

Liv opened her mouth to speak and Trevor shook his head no.  Instead, he and Abbie flanked her once more and together they escorted Olivia out of the conference room and then out into the sunshine.  When they were away from the building, they stopped walking.

 

"Thank you, Trevor," Liv said sincerely.  "That was incredible."

 

"Yes, Counselor," Abbie agreed.  "Very well done.  We're going to meet up with the guys for drinks and then have dinner... would you like to join us?"

 

Langan smiled and shook his head.  "I don't think so.  I'm a good guy today, but it doesn't change the fact that the detectives and I are always on opposite sides of the aisle.  Olivia should be surrounded by the people who are part of her life and my presence will only make everyone uncomfortable.  When we get a good verdict, I'll come along to celebrate."

 

Trevor waved goodbye to them and hailed a cab.  They watched until he was lost in traffic and then turned to one another.

 

"C'mon," Abbie said, taking Liv's hand and pulling her back inside.  "Let's go tell the boys where to meet us and go find some alcohol.  I need a good stiff drink."

 

"Me too," Liv agreed before they stepped back into the one-six and were swallowed up by the fray.

 

************

 

"Carmichael... yes... I'm sorry, honey – there really hasn't been a good time.  In fact, now's not really a good time either if you want to know the truth."  She stuck a finger in one ear and scrunched her eyebrows together.  "All right... all right... hang on."  Abbie gave a look to the rest of the table and signaled her intentions.  They nodded their understanding and Liv raised an eyebrow in question; Abbie shook her head and rose, heading towards the back of the bar and into the ladies' room where it was noticeably quiet.

 

"Jesus, Alex... what the hell's wrong with you?  I told you I'd call," Abbie said with exasperation.  "Are you *trying* to piss Olivia off by checking up on her or are you just looking to be fingered as a stalker?"

 

"Abbie... it's been four hours since the hearing.  What was I supposed to think?"

 

"You were supposed to think that I'd call you as soon as I had a moment free and clear of anyone overhearing us... since you're not supposed to have anything to do with this and all.  And I'm telling you – now's just not a good time to go into this."  The door opened and Liv stuck her head in.

 

"Everything all right?" she asked, noting Abbie was still on the phone and looking a little harried.

 

"Yeah," Abbie replied softly, deliberately not covering up the mouthpiece.  "Just a panicky intern that needs a little guidance. Thanks for checking though, Liv."

 

Liv nodded.  "All right... Casey's here, by the way," she added before backing out of the room.  Alex sighed loudly in Abbie's ear.

 

"You're out at a bar drinking and picking up women while I'm sitting here biting my nails?"

 

"Well, let's just say the hearing was kind of nerve wracking and Liv needed to loosen up a little when it was over.  But I think Trevor did a great job spinning the bits he had into a good defense."

 

"Trevor???  She chose *Trevor* to represent her???"

 

"Yes, she chose Trevor and he did right by her, so chill your jets, Cabot.  I promise I'll call later and give you all the juicy details, all right?  Now I've gotta go."  Abbie sighed.  "It'll be fine, Alex.  Things will work out."

 

Alex practically snorted into the phone.  "I'm glad one of us has faith."

 

Abbie smiled.  "Look, I have to fly back to DC tomorrow, but I will definitely call you tonight.  We're not going to be here too late.  These guys all have to be at work in the morning.  Now go grab a beer and stretch out and relax."

 

"Yes, mom."

 

Abbie snorted.  "Be glad I'm not – I would be sending you to your room *without* the beer."

 

"I hate you."

 

"I know and I love you back, Cabot.  Later," shutting the phone on any retort Alex could make.  Then she headed back out into the noisy bar, grinning when she was welcomed back like a long lost sheep.  And she remembered what it was she had loved so much about working for the DA's office in Manhattan – because despite the upheaval and the competition, there was nothing like the camaraderie that she'd had with the detectives of the one-six to be found anywhere else in the world.  Abbie accepted the beer Elliot passed her and they raised their glasses to one another before drinking – just like old times.

 

************

 

Alex glared at the phone that was now emitting the rudest sound – a dial tone – before slapping it shut and plugging it in.  Being out in the middle of what she considered to be BFE drained the battery faster than it ever did in Manhattan she'd discovered her first night there.  It was as bad as Wisconsin as far as she was concerned, though truth be told, anything that *wasn't* Manhattan was bad – although there were a few cities in the world that came close to rivaling the energy and life that Alex related with Manhattan.

 

She knew that Abbie was right – at least the intellectual part of her did.  It still didn't make her appreciate the fact that Abbie got to sit beside Olivia and support her during the hearing or the fact that Trevor Langan of *all* people got to defend her anymore than it would have if she had been ignorant of the law.  And it certainly didn't help that now Abbie got to sit in the bar with Liv and the guys and kick back together.

 

Still, Abbie's idea of a beer had been a good one, and she needed to relax.  The day's tension had ratcheted up her anxiety so far, the headache that had started in her eyes that morning now went from her eyes to the middle of her back.  Sooner or later Alex was going to have to sit down and decide what the hell was going on with her – why she was taking all of this so personally and why now?  After all this time it seemed to matter.

 

However, that was going to have to wait for another day.  Right now, she was going to take a hot shower.  Then she would have a beer and a sandwich and wait for Abbie to call back.

 

************

 

Liv woke up the next morning with a smile on her face – something that hadn't happened for a very long time.  Despite the discomfort of the hearing, Olivia was glad to have it behind her and the night out with the guys had been great.  They hadn't done that together since....

 

Her mind shied away from that October night five years previously.  Instead, she deliberately turned her focus to the goofiness and fun they'd had, despite the fact that they'd kept it fairly short.  Abbie had been full of... well, to be honest, Liv wasn't really sure *what* she'd been full of exactly, but God knew she had been a riot.  The guys hadn't been far behind her either, with Munch spouting conspiracy theories left and right and Fin shooting them down in true gangsta fashion.  And when Casey had arrived, it just seemed to bump everything up a notch. 

 

After a couple drinks the guys had split and the girls had moved over to the restaurant side of the establishment and ordered dinner.  When Liv had suggested skipping out to leave Abbie and Casey on their own, she'd been pinned to her seat with a hand on each arm and negative shakes of red and dark heads.  She'd surrendered gracefully after another moment's protest and they'd enjoyed a nice evening of dinner and conversation.

 

So Olivia was in a decent mood for the first time in what felt like forever.  She decided that the committee's decision didn't matter as much, now that the hearing was behind her.  Though she still felt some apprehension about the waiting she had left to do, she felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.  And by the time she headed out for another day in the office at the one-six, she was feeling pretty good and deciding that she liked it.

 

Maybe they should start getting together outside of work more often.  Maybe they needed to remember that they were more than just colleagues – they were friends and family.  She decided to pick up doughnuts on the way in - Krispy Kreme should have hot ones by the time she got there.

 

She was met with a cheer when she walked into the precinct with four boxes of still-warm doughnuts.

 

************

 

Alex turned over on the bed and regarded the ceiling as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.  It was late – relatively speaking – though Geraldine did nothing to discourage what was rapidly becoming a bad habit.  She still chided her about her poor eating habits – to the point of threatening to spoon feed her to make sure Alex was actually eating.

 

Alex knew there was very little danger of that actually happening, though the concern made her feel....  She rolled her eyes.  Great... now I'm turning into some sort of touchy-feely fruitcake.  What the hell's wrong with me?  Warm and fuzzy indeed!  Since when have I needed warm and fuzzy?!  I'm the Ice Princess Alex Cabot for God's sakes!!

 

Alex crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the ceiling like it was to blame for her train of thought.  Then she sighed and rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to take a shower.  Her talk with Abby the previous evening had been enlightening if a bit frustrating as well.  She was satisfied that Olivia had indeed been well represented and that more than likely would suffer little lasting damage to her reputation or her career when all was said and done.

 

And yet, perversely, it didn't necessarily make her feel any better.  All Alex could seem to focus on was the fact that she'd been turned down flat and that Olivia Benson had gone to Trevor Langan as her replacement.  Despite the fact that they both knew Alex could never represent her in the hearing, she'd hoped for a positive reaction from Olivia... something that would show her that Liv appreciated the gesture she was making.  Instead, she got venom and ridicule.

 

Why was that?

 

Or perhaps the better question should have been, all things considered - why had she expected anything other than that?

 

Alex turned the shower off and wrapped herself in a towel, grabbing a second and wrapping it around her head.  She'd spent most of the night with these two thoughts running conversely through her mind.  It had taken until the sun peeked over the horizon that exhaustion had finally forced her mind to shut down, but here they were again - haunting her... mocking her.

 

She gazed into the mirror trying to figure out just who it was looking back at her.  Alex Cabot, to be sure, but who exactly was Alex Cabot... really?  Alex sighed and dried off, slipping into another pair of comfortable jeans and a baby doll t-shirt.  She snagged a jacket and a legal pad and pen.  It was time to find an answer to that question.

 

************

 

"So... where was Langan last night?" Elliot asked as Liv set a cup of coffee in front of him before taking a seat at her desk.  "I woulda thought he'd have wanted to be there as a show of confidence in your case if nothing else."

 

Olivia watched Elliot for a long moment, but there was nothing mocking in his gaze – unusual considering Trevor Langan's name had been brought up.  God knew there was no love lost between them and Elliot rarely missed an opportunity to get in a dig. Still....

 

"He didn't want to make things uncomfortable," she shrugged.  "Despite the fact that he represented me before the committee, we all know that we are enemies on opposite sides of the line most of the time and nothing is ever gonna change that."

 

"That's true," Elliot acknowledged with a nod of his head before briefly sticking his nose in his coffee.  "Well," he added after a bit of a pause, "maybe he can come out for drinks with us when the decision comes down."

 

"You think we'll have something to celebrate?" Liv asked with an arched brow.

 

"I think we'll all need a drink no matter what happens," Stabler prophesied.

 

Benson sighed.  "Probably.  At least I don't think I'll be fired.  And who knows... maybe a suspension is what I need.  It'll give me a chance to clear my head – help me figure out if this is really what I wanna keep doing with my life."

 

Elliot held her gaze.  "You do what you need to do, Liv; do what is best for you.  It's time you did that for a change instead of worrying about everyone else first."

 

"Even you?"

 

"Especially me," he replied gravely, though there was a twinkle in his eye.  He looked around the precinct slowly then allowed his stare to rest on her thoughtfully.  "I have to tell you, though... I'm not sure how this place would manage without you for very long.  You're kinda the glue that holds this place together most days."

 

Olivia smirked, trying to break the tension that settled between her shoulder blades at her partner's unexpected words.  "You calling me sticky?"

 

"Well," Stabler almost drawled, recognizing her deflection for what it was, "it's better than calling you nuts."

 

"Hello pot... this is kettle.  And I know where you live."

 

"Yes and you also know that I am the father of four with another on the way."

 

Olivia waggled her eyebrows.  "Yep, and that makes you crazier than me.  Now don't you have work to do?"

 

Elliot glared at her before turning his attention back to the task at hand – which at the moment meant following up a couple more leads so he would hopefully have enough evidence to convince Casey to get him a warrant.  Speaking of....

 

"Hey, Liv?" waiting for brown eyes to meet his before continuing.  "Are Novak and Carmichael... you know... dating?"

 

"Why would you ask me that, El?"

 

He shrugged.  "I just got a weird vibe from them last night."  He leaned forward conspiratorially.  "And Lake asked me if she was seeing anyone... Novak, I mean.  I got the feeling he was interested."

 

Now it was Liv's turn to shrug.  "I dunno.  Maybe you should ask Casey herself."

 

"Ask me what, Detective?" the ADA asked from the doorway.  Elliot glared at Olivia again, who simply returned his look with another smirk.  She stalked over to the desk and leaned over with her palms flat on the top.  "Hmm?  What would you like to know?"

 

"If you and Carmichael are dating," he blurted unexpectedly watching Casey's brow fly into her hairline.  "Lake asked me if you were available."

 

"And why would you think Abbie and I were dating?  We were barely introduced to one another when she was Jack's second chair and she lives five hundred miles from here now," biting her lip to keep from smiling while Elliot strove to keep from squirming in his chair.  "Makes it a little hard to date a person, you know?  And besides, we've really only just met."

 

Stabler cleared his throat.  "I'll um... I'll take that as a 'no' then."

 

Casey smiled.  "You do that, Detective.  And you can tell your friend Detective Lake that if he wants to know, he can ask me himself."  She turned to Olivia.  "Could I talk to you privately for a moment?"

 

Olivia nodded and rose to follow Casey to the ladies room, knowing there would be very little likelihood of their conversation being overheard.  Elliot just watched them go, mumbling under his breath.

 

The two women held it together until they were inside the restroom with the door shut behind them.  Then they both leaned against the door and broke into giggles.  After several minutes and several attempts, they finally managed to look at one another without breaking into more laughter.  Liv took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh.

 

"God, I needed that.  Thanks, Casey."

 

"Happy to oblige, Detective.  I have to admit it felt pretty good."

 

Olivia drew in another slow, deep breath.  "So what can I do for you?"

 

"Nothing," Casey confessed.  "You just looked like you needed a reason to leave before you exploded."

 

"Good call, Counselor.  Thanks."

 

"Anytime.  Now, I need to go see Munch about what I really came in here to discuss before I got sidetracked by your conversation with Elliot.  Looks like Cragen may be coming back in the next two to three weeks."

 

"And how did you get elected to share the news?"

 

"I volunteered," Casey said as she opened the bathroom door and motioned for Olivia to precede her.  "I promised Abbie I'd keep an eye on you."

 

Liv rolled her eyes.  "You can tell her for me that I'm fine, and if she wants to know so bad she can move back to New York," the last said with a crooked grin.

 

"I'll do that," Casey replied as they stepped back into the precinct.  "Thanks, Detective.  You've been a lot of help."

 

Olivia nodded her head seriously, though Casey didn't miss the twinkle in her eyes either.  Then she headed to her desk and immersed herself in the stack of paperwork that was waiting for her.  Elliot didn't even try to bother her and Olivia couldn't keep the grin off her face when she remembered why.  That little interlude was going to continue make her smile for some time to come whenever she allowed herself to think about it.  It had been that funny.

 

************

 

Geraldine looked out the window and shook her head as yet another crumpled paper went flying through the air to land on the umbrella covered table top some distance away from where Alex Cabot was lounging beside the pool.  Her warm flannel shirt had been removed much earlier and was currently functioning as a pillow for her blonde head and Alex had removed her shoes and socks as well.  Other than that, there had been very little movement from her position except to hurl another paper ball towards the table.  Geraldine was glad to see an increasing accuracy in Alex's throws.

 

She gathered the tray she had prepared and headed out to where Alex sat chewing on the end of her pen and frowning mightily as though a fierce expression would make some bit of difference in whatever task she was trying to accomplish.  Geraldine just had time to duck out of the way when the pad came flying in her direction.

 

"Alexandra!" she admonished, bringing the blonde head up and meeting chagrined blue eyes with reproving brown ones. 

 

"Oh, damn, Gerry... I'm so sorry.  I didn't know anyone was there.  I wouldn't have...."

 

"I know, dear," Geraldine said softly, looking pointedly at the table.  Alex blew out a frustrated breath, but rose and pushed all the wads of paper to one side, allowing Geraldine to place the tray on the table.  Then she put her hands on her hips and pinned Alex with a pointed stare.  "Now would you like to explain to me *why* you're out here throwing legal pad paper all over the yard?"

 

Alex rolled her eyes at the housekeeper's exaggeration, but she dropped into the chair Geraldine patted in invitation and scrubbed her hands through her hair - a sure sign she was annoyed about something.  Geraldine walked across the lawn to the abandoned pad and picked it up, not surprised to find it half-missing and blank on top.  She put it on the table beside Alex and tapped the empty page.

 

Alex sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, tilting her head.  "I'm...." She sighed.  "I'm trying to figure out who I am... now, I mean.  I think I need to know that before I can figure out why I am not as happy as I think I should be."

 

Geraldine nodded her head sagely.  "That makes sense.  So what's the problem?"

 

Alex motioned to the crumpled wads of paper on the table.  "I have no idea how to start."

 

Geraldine leaned over and smoothed out the first ball she could reach, then did the same to a second, third and fourth paper before turning back to Alex.  "Lexxie, I think you're trying too hard.  This isn't about lists and numbers and fact and figures.  This is about who you were and who you are and who you want to be.  It's a story, sweetheart... your story.  Maybe you ought to try telling it that way – you know, as a story... 'once upon a time' and all that."

 

Alex stared at Geraldine for a long moment, then allowed a real, rare smile to cross her face.  She rose and took the startled woman into her arms, hugging her briefly before retrieving her pen.  "Thanks, Gerry... you're a genius."

 

"Nice of you to notice," Geraldine replied saucily.  "Now don't forget to eat."

 

Alex nodded, her mind already years away.

 

Once Upon a Time (she wrote) – there was a beautiful princess carved from ice and stone.  Nothing could touch this princess because after the death of her beloved father, she isolated herself from anyone and anything that could hurt her.  She determined to become a lawyer like her father before her and she graduated first in her class at Harvard Law.

 

Law, however, was not her primary pursuit – it was a mere stepping stone to higher goals... District Attorney, State Representative, perhaps even the US Senate.  First she needed to make a name for herself and SVU was just the place to do that.

 

And she had done very well in the beginning, establishing a name for herself and making a significant change in the ratio of cases that the department won.  She'd laid down the law to the detectives of the one-six almost the moment she'd been assigned to them, earning the nicknames Devil and Ice Princess.  But Alex Cabot didn't care – she had an agenda and they were damn well not going to screw things up for her.

 

Then something had started to change.  Alex Cabot had met Olivia Benson – surely the woman couldn't be for real.  No one could care as much as she did – people just didn't do that anymore.  One thing Alex was sure of was that the human race just didn't give a shit about each other.

 

But Olivia Benson did.

 

Fascinated, Alex allowed herself to be drawn in by Olivia's caring and understanding and empathy with the victims she dealt with on a daily basis.  And slowly, surely the Angel of the one-six became friends with the Devil of Hogan's Place.

 

Alex looked down and reread what she had written so far, satisfied that it was an accurate portrait of her memories of that time.  She took a sip of the lemonade that Geraldine had brought out and resumed her writing.

 

Somewhere along the line, Alex realized that although all and sundry still saw her as the Devil she had always been, something had changed inside her.  Now it was less about the numbers, less about her political aspirations and more about the victims and what justice she could obtain for them.  And she knew who was responsible for that change and why.

 

Olivia let her know in subtle ways that she was aware of the changes in Alex's thinking and their friendship blossomed as Alex allowed herself to really feel for the first time since her father had died.  And she realized she could very easily throw away all her political goals and old-fashioned notions of decorum if Olivia gave her the first iota of encouragement.  But always their teasing and flirting skirted the line, staying just on the right side of propriety.

 

And then Velez had come along and everything had changed.

 

Alex looked up, remembering clearly the pain in her shoulder as the bullets ripped through her body.  It didn't begin to hold a candle to the agony she'd witnessed in Olivia's eyes two days later when she was put into witness protection and whisked away to Wisconsin.  And there, she knew, was where it had all started to unravel for her.

 

They had taken Alex Cabot from her, insisting that she become Emily the insurance claims adjuster.  Emily was drab and boring – someone Alex hated with a passion she was no longer allowed to have.  Her house, her car, her clothes... even the man she supposedly loved bored her to tears and all Alex could think about was what she had given up to become someone she had no desire to be.

 

When Cragen and Hammond had knocked on her door, she had been overjoyed to see them – despite the fact it meant her detectives were in trouble.  All that she could see was that it meant Alex Cabot got to go home.

 

But so much had changed while she had been gone.  The one-six was no longer *her* precinct; the detectives that worked there were no longer *her* detectives.  Her mother was dead, and no one had seen fit to notify her; her life was gone.  And the look of hurt understanding that had crossed Olivia's face when Alex had shared about her 'good man'...

 

They hadn't talked much after that, Alex recalled.  What had there been to talk about?  She and Olivia hadn't made any sort of commitment to one another – they had never been lovers nor had they even dated.  But Alex had felt the betrayal she could see in the depths of those dark brown eyes that night and knew she had lost something precious... something that meant a great deal to her without her ever having realized its worth until it was too late.

 

She'd testified, then forced a meeting with her uncle before being carted off again.  So when Hammond had come to take her to whatever safe house they'd determined was her next port of call, Alex had flatly refused.

 

"I'll take care of my own travel arrangements, Agent Hammond.  When your agency finally disposes of Velez and his henchmen, you let Uncle Bill know.  He'll know how to reach me."

 

"Ms Cabot...."

 

"Exactly, Agent Hammond.  I am Alexandra Cabot and I intend to stay that way for the rest of my life. I'd say it's been a pleasure, but it really hasn't.  So if you'll excuse me...."

 

Hammond had been flabbergasted, Alex recalled with a bitter twist to her lips.  He'd never had a charge quite like her before.  He'd trying reasoning, cajoling, threatening even, but in the end, he'd slammed the door and stomped off, muttering about stupid, ungrateful women and the consequences they would all end up facing because of them.

 

Harriman had waited til the sound died down in the corridor.  Then he turned and looked at Alex.  "Are you sure about this, Lexxie?"

 

"I can't go back into that program again, Uncle Bill... it's stifling.  I'd rather take my chances on the outside.  At least this way I get to be Alex Cabot again."

 

He'd nodded his head slowly in understanding.  "All right," he finally said.  "The trust will revert back to you as soon as I can take care of the paperwork and you know how to reach me when you get where ever you decide to go.  Just be careful, okay?"

 

She'd hugged him briefly.  "I will, Uncle Bill.  Thank you."  Alex had visited her mother's grave before leaving the city again – a stupid idea, she knew, but something she needed to do just the same.  Then Alex had set out for Europe, confident she could lose herself in the masses.

 

She had, but the part of her she'd lost that night on the sidewalk seemed to be permanently missing and Alex found herself caring less and craving more.  The Ice Princess was back.

 

Europe had been freeing and damning at the same time – and for the very same reasons.  Gone was the Alex Cabot that had learned to care about those who needed justice... about those Olivia had taught her to have compassion for.  In her place stood an Alex Cabot no one would have recognized – not even her mother had she lived to see the transformation.  Alex made it a point *not* to be Emily, and in doing so, lost sight of who Alexandra Cabot really was... who she had grown to be as she had matured.  The new Alex was cold, selfish – lacking in compassion and understanding and contemptuous of anyone she felt was beneath her regard. 

 

But there was nowhere she could go and nothing she could do to get away from the soulful brown eyes that haunted her dreams – day and night.

 

It had almost been a relief when she received the rather cryptic note from her uncle, telling Alex she could finally return to Manhattan.  At least there, she would at last be able to talk directly to the object of her desire and see if there was anything left between them beyond her imagination.

 

But of course, she hadn't reckoned on the changes she had allowed to take place to make such a difference in her life and things did not work out the way Alex Cabot had intended them to.  She was unexpectedly thrust into a life she had never thought she would return to.  It was exciting at first – the youngest bureau chief the Manhattan DA's office had ever known.  It gave her a sense of power... the thrill of control she had long craved – and a *huge* stepping stone towards fulfilling the dreams she'd had for herself years before.

 

She never even paused to question if those dreams were even relevant to the person she had become in the intervening years.

 

That is how she found herself engaged to Robert – it seemed to fit the new reality that her life had become with very little input from her actually necessary.  He met all the obligatory requirements society dictated she needed in a mate and he was easy and comfortable to be around.  After several months of dating, he'd asked and she'd accepted, even though she knew by her own actions with Jim Steele the night before that what she felt for Robert wasn't the grand, sweeping passion she wanted it to be.

 

She considered briefly that if she'd never been shot... never gone into witness protection, she wouldn't be the person she was now – would never have met Robert or gotten engaged to him.  He would never have been interested in the Alex Cabot that was, and she would have never been interested in him, no matter what society required of her status.  And it made her a little sad to understand how selfish and shallow she'd allowed herself to become in the interim that despite everything, she really wouldn't have missed him or the status quo life he offered her – not like she missed the life she'd had and the person she'd been once upon a time.

 

But the saddest part, she'd realized as she rode into work alone the following day staring at the ring she wore, was that she had no one but her interns and her uncle to share the news with... and except for her uncle, no one who really cared one way or another except for how it could benefit them personally.  Anyone she had been friends with before – her detectives or her fellow ADAs... even a few old college classmates – she no longer had contact with.  Somehow, she had let them slip through her fingers upon her return, squandering the opportunity life had given her for a second chance.

 

She wondered if there was any likelihood that she would get a third.

 

Alex looked up from her writing then, her stomach finally drawing attention to the fact that it was still waiting to be fed and there was perfectly lovely food sitting nearby just waiting to be consumed.  Alex picked up the BLT, grimacing at the slightly soggy bread, then smiling when the taste of the sandwich hit her tongue.  She loved these and no one made them quite the way Geraldine did.  Jason swore it was his home grown tomatoes and his specially cured bacon, but whatever it was, Alex missed them in the city.  She chewed thoughtfully, finishing every bite before allowing her attention to be turned back to the legal pad in front of her that was now covered in her fine script.

 

That had been her initial wake-up call, though it hadn't been the last and it had taken her a while to heed its message.  The kicker, though, had been a rather frantic call from the US Attorney's office after Olivia's run-in with the FBI, followed by a dressing down by the same Abbie Carmichael when she realized Alex Cabot had no idea what was going on.

 

Abbie had never been one to be frantic about much of anything, Alex recalled – always in complete and cool control much like Alex herself had prided herself on being - and to have her react so now told Alex more than Abbie's words could.  Obviously if Abbie needed to call Alex from Washington DC about events happening in Manhattan to people they had once both called friends, Alex had allowed her isolation to be far more complete than she knew.  So Alex had finally come to the realization that she had become someone she didn't recognize and worse... didn't like.

 

Alex had researched what had happened to the detectives of the one-six, feeling parts of her soul she'd given up for dead slowly come to life.  Unfortunately, that awakening caused the confusion that was currently plaguing her and was responsible for the myriad of uncomfortable situations she now needed to resolve... not the least of which was figuring out what she wanted to do now.

 

First, though, Alex needed to decide what she really felt – about herself, her job and most importantly... Olivia Benson.

 

************

 

"Benson."

 

"Hello, Olivia... it's Donald Cragen."

 

"Oh, hi Cap.  How's it going?"

 

She couldn't see it, but she heard the shrug in his answer.  "It's going... you know how it is.  How was your hearing?"

 

Now it was her turn to shrug.  "It was a hearing – how good could it be?  I think Trevor did a good job with my defense.  And it was nice to have Abbie there."

 

"Abbie was there?" Cragen sounded surprised.  "Well, that's good then, right?"

 

"I think so, yes sir.  At least the committee seemed to take her words seriously."

 

"Good, good.  Did they give any indication of how long...?"

 

"End of the week."  She smirked slightly.  "Would you like odds on the bets that are running around the precinct as to what they're gonna do?"

 

Cragen chuckled.  "Um... no, thanks.  I think I'm in enough trouble without adding gambling to the list.  How are things otherwise?"

 

"Same old, same old – Kathy is wishing morning sickness on Elliot; Lake wants to date Casey; Fin is well... Fin; Casey's decided she wants a life; and Munch is sure that him being in charge of the playpen misfits is the most complex conspiracy the government has ever perpetuated against him."  Liv snickered in sympathy with the burst of laughter that erupted on the other end of the phone.

 

"Direct quote, huh?"

 

Olivia snorted.  "How'd you guess?"

 

"Years of experience," he deadpanned, then sobered.  "How are you otherwise, Detective?  I've heard some rumors...."

 

"I'll just bet.  Look, Cap... I'm fine.  Maybe I needed this – needed the time to reevaluate some things in my life."

 

This time Cragen frowned and Benson could hear it clearly in his tone.  "I'm not sure I like the sound of that, Olivia.  You're not thinking about quitting, are you?"

 

Liv sighed.  "I'm thinking maybe it's time I do what's best for me, Cap... maybe it's time I try to make me happy for a change."  She sighed again.  "I dunno, Cap.  I'm just thinking."

 

"What brought this on?  I mean, I know things have been rough since Simon... well, you know – with everything that has happened because of him.  But has it really been bad enough that you're ready to give up your whole life because of it?"

 

"Maybe it's because it's all the life I have."  She shook her head.  "I dunno," she said again. 

 

"Seeing Alex Cabot again really threw you that badly?" he ventured, knowing he was crossing a very dangerous line.

 

"Excuse me?" she whispered, glaring at the phone though there was no one around to see her expression.

 

"C'mon, Olivia.  Even I heard about her coming to the station to offer you representation and Branch giving her thirty days leave in lieu of a suspension on her record.  You mean to tell me that doesn't have anything to do with you suddenly deciding you need to reassess your life?"

 

"Captain, no offense, but it is none of your damn business.  The fact is I have been in this job for an eternity and I'm tired.  I've been tired for a very long time.  This hearing is just making me take a step back and realize it.  Maybe this is Fate's way of stepping in and forcing me to do something else before it finally kills me.  I've paid my dues, Cap."

 

"Yes, you have Olivia.  I'm just concerned... beyond my job, all right?  So," he continued before she could respond.  "How 'bout you let me take you to lunch, just so I know you are eating something more than ice cream and doughnuts once in a while?"

 

Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the smile that crossed her face.   "Sure, Cap – when and where?"

 

"I'll swing by.  There's a couple places nearby to choose from.  See ya in about twenty minutes."  Olivia just looked at the phone for a long moment when the dial tone started, then shook her head and hung it up before turning her attention to wrapping up her work.  She wondered what on earth had gotten into Donald Cragen.

 

************

 

"So what's the issue, Liv?  Sounds like Cragen was just disturbed about some of the things he's heard."

 

"Maybe that's the issue, El.  What has he heard that made him so worried that he felt the need to go to lunch so we could sit and chit chat about nothing for an hour?"  She waved him off before he could open his mouth to answer.  "Oh, I know he cares – I know he looks out for us on the job when he can.  But this was different, Elliot.  This was personal."

 

"Does it bother you... that it was personal, I mean?"

 

Olivia shrugged.  "I dunno.  Not really, I guess.  It was just unexpected."

 

"Then just appreciate the fact that you've got a lot of folks here that value the role you play in their lives.  Regardless of what the committee decides, no matter what you decide, we're still gonna all be in your corner at the end of the day.  Now c'mon.  Work day is over and I promised Kathy I'd bring you home for dinner.  She thinks you're not eating right."

 

Liv scowled.  "What is the sudden fascination with my eating habits?"

 

Elliot shrugged.  He wasn't about to be suckered into *that* discussion.  Instead he slipped into his jacket and waited for Olivia to close her drawers and pick up her purse before they headed out of the one-six for the night.

 

************

 

"Cabot," Alex said on a drowsy voice.  It wasn't particularly early, but the last few days of soul searching had been exhausting.  It had been tough but she'd come to realize a few stark truths about herself.  The first was that she needed to find and embrace her inner Devil again – the Devil she had been as the SVU ADA... not the Devil she had become when she returned from witness protection.  Alex had been happy as the SVU Devil; sometimes she'd even felt as though she made a difference.

 

Not so now – now, she simply felt as though she was marking time... acting the part of the Devil and waiting for her life to return to normal.  And for the first time in what seemed like forever, she finally had a clue what normal might actually be for her.

 

That led to her job – bureau chief of a bunch of misfit prosecutors who couldn't seem to brief their way out of a wet paper bag, much less argue a real case in front of real jurors with a real judge.  It had gotten so bad – both their performance and her desire to be a prosecutor again – Alex had insisted on presenting a particularly difficult case herself... only to get her ass handed to her.  It had been humbling and humiliating.  The question was, though – what did she want to do about it?

 

She still hadn't decided that, but at least she knew she was going to do something.  And she still had plenty of time to figure out what course of action she wanted to take.

 

Olivia Benson – this was the issue that was causing Alex Cabot the most soul searching grief.  There were so many unknowns where Olivia Benson was concerned - so many doubts and questions and misunderstandings.  The one thing... the *only* thing Alex was sure of was that she wanted a chance with Olivia – a chance to make things right; a chance to make something of them together.

 

First, however, she needed to know how Olivia felt – if she would even allow Alex the opportunity to try.  Judging from her actions and reactions to Alex so far, things didn't look very promising.  But Alex was determined to try.

 

"Alex?"  The voice on the other end of the phone caused blue eyes to blink rapidly and Alex scrubbed her free hand over her face in an effort to facilitate her effort at consciousness.  "Did I wake you?"

 

"'S'all right, Abbie.  I should have been up already."

 

"You're not sick, are you? Or coming down with something?"

 

"No, Abbie.  I'm just not sleeping very well; I've got a lot on my mind, you know?"

 

"I understand, hon... more than you probably realize.  Listen," she hurried on before Alex could form a question.  "I just wanted to let you know that Olivia is expecting to go before the IAB committee this afternoon to hear their judgment of her case.  I will call you as soon as it's over and let you know how things went."

 

"Thanks, Abbie," Alex said after a long moment of silence and clearing her throat delicately.  "I appreciate you keeping me in the loop, even if there's not a real reason to."

 

"There's a reason, Alex.  And eventually, it'll all fall into place."

 

"When did you become such an optimist?" Alex asked with a hint of a smile in her voice.

 

"Who's an optimist?" Abbie growled.  "I, my dear, am a realist.  And I have seen enough of the world to have learned a few things.  Just trust me on this, all right?"

 

"All right," Alex conceded.  "So you coming up this weekend?"

 

"I probably could for a day or two," Abbie acknowledged, "but I want an invitation to come up for a long weekend when I have the time."

 

"Abbie, you are welcome anytime you can get here."

 

"I'm going to take you up on that, Cabot."

 

"See that you do, Carmichael.  And Abbie," she paused briefly and looked up at the ceiling before focusing on the bedspread pattern.  "Thanks."

 

"Anytime."

 

The sound of the dial tone prompted Alex to hang up the phone, then she pushed the covers back and stretched before climbing out of bed.  It was time to do something productive.  She slipped into a pair of worn comfortable jeans and went looking for Jason.  She was of a mind to get her hands dirty.

 

************

 

"Detective Benson," the chairman acknowledged as she stepped into the conference room followed by Abbie and Trevor.  "Please take a seat."

 

Trevor, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for both women before they could offer a protest.  They both nodded their thanks and sat, and only then did Trevor seat himself.  The three of them folded their hands on the table and faced the committee and waited.

 

The chairman cleared his throat, then looked at the members of the disciplinary board on either side of him before turning to look at Olivia.  Then his eyes fastened on Abbie.  "Ms Carmichael, may I ask what your interest is in today's proceeding?  As I understand it, you are not Detective Benson's counsel – Mr. Langan is."

 

"I am here in the same capacity I was before – I am here in the interest of seeing justice is served."

 

The man cleared his throat again.  "I see," was what he said, looking down at the folder in front of him before returning his eyes to Olivia's.  "Well, in the interest of justice, let me first say that we spent a long time reading through your service jacket and discussing its contents.  Detective Benson, you are a fine officer and you have lived through some truly gruesome cases and yet you still seem to be able to reach out to the victims... even when it isn't in your best interests to do so.

 

You've been in Special Victims for eight years, and I can't help but wonder what kind of strength and fortitude it takes to do that job day in and day out.  Just looking through your cases was wearing; I can't imagine facing the brutal reality you see.  And we knew we couldn't discount that, because those experiences have helped to create the dedicated police officer we found on those service pages.

 

We also considered Mr. Langan's words.  Obviously what he shared with us is very personal – things most people do not know about you, but things that also shaped your life and your career."  The chairman blinked then and pinned her, his gaze sharpening intently.  "Tell me, Detective - if your circumstances had been different... if your mother had not been raped or if you'd had a 'normal childhood', what would you have become?  Would you still have been a police detective working tirelessly in the Special Victims Unit?"

 

Liv gazed back at him, flabbergasted by the question.  After a long moment of silence, she stared down at her folded hands, studying her nails as though they held the secrets of the universe.  The room remained silent, all eyes fixed in her when she looked back up.  "I don't know," she finally said honestly.  "It's not a question I ever really considered before."

 

"Fair enough," the chairman nodded.  "But that brings us back to your story... your background.  Is it any wonder you wanted to help this man who seemed to be family?

 

Not really," he continued before she could respond in any way.  "But it also doesn't excuse the fact that you knowingly and willingly committed a felony to aid a fugitive from justice.  Granted, there are extenuating circumstances that must be considered before punishment is decided, but the fact remains that despite the government's leniency, you are guilty of willful wrongdoing.  The New York Police Department has to invoke some kind of penalty for your actions."

 

Liv nodded – she had never expected to walk away from the fiasco Simon had created in her life scot-free.

 

"We've tried to be fair – considering your background history as well as your service as a police officer.  This committee has determined that you will be suspended for thirty days without pay and that you will be ineligible for promotion for the term of one year."

 

He stopped speaking and Olivia sat completely still blinking at him.  Then she shook her head slightly and cleared her throat.  "That's it?"

 

"I'm sure we could come up with a more severe punishment if you want, Detective," the chairman replied wryly but with a distinct twinkle in his eyes.  "But we believe that this serves justice and is still fair to you and to the public we are responsible to."

 

She nodded.  "Thank you," accepting the judgment.

 

"In that case, your thirty days will begin on Monday as that is the next full work day on the calendar.  If there is nothing else...." looking at the committee again before standing and watching everyone else follow behind him.  He extended his hand and Olivia accepted it.  "Good luck, Detective.  Take this opportunity to get some rest.  After eight years with SVU, I imagine you could use it."  He released her and gathered up the folder in front of him, then left without a backwards glance.

 

The remainder of the committee members followed, each of them nodding at Olivia before they crossed the threshold.  When they were all gone, Liv turned first to Abbie, then to Trevor.

 

"That's it?"

 

"That's it, Detective," Trevor replied as he rose from his place.  "I think it turned out very well."  He extended his hand to her and she took it, rising from her chair.  Then she gave him a brief hug.

 

"I think it turned out great," she responded honestly.  "I...."  She shook her head.  "Thank you, Trevor.  This probably would have turned out a lot worse for me if you hadn't been here, so thank you for jumping to my defense at the last minute."

 

"I was glad to do it, Olivia.  It's nice to be on the right side once in a while," he added with a smile.  "What are you going to do with your impromptu vacation?"

 

She shrugged.  "I don't really know yet," not seeing Abbie biting her lips to keep from making suggestions.  "But I know I still owe you, so I'll let you know as soon as I do."

 

Langan nodded.  "Fair enough.  You have my number so unless I can give you ladies a ride somewhere....  Riiiiiight... well then...."  He squeezed her hand, then left without a word or a backwards glance, getting the very obvious hint from the jerking of her head that Abbie Carmichael wanted to talk to Olivia alone.

 

"What did you do to him, Carmichael?" Benson asked with a wry smirk.  "I've never seen him in such a hurry to get away from me."

 

Abbie laughed.  "Would I do something like that, Detective?  Ah'm just a poor, defenseless, *innocent* woman, Ah tell ya," letting her drawl come out in all its glory.  "Ah do not know how you could *accuse* me of such unladylike behavior."

 

Liv fell against the table, she was laughing so hard.  Abbie simply cocked an eyebrow at her and waited, recognizing it for the tension release it was.  After a moment, Liv stopped laughing and her eyes were watery when they met Abbie's.  She refused to let them fall however, and gave Abbie a tremulous smile before giving her a bone-crushing hug.

 

"Thank you, Abbie... I needed that."  She burrowed into Abbie's neck, accepting comfort from her old friend in a way that she would only allow a rare few.  "I didn't lose my job, Abbie; they're not gonna fire me for being stupid."

 

"They're not going to fire you for being a compassionate human being," Abbie said, brushing her lips over the top of the dark head.  Liv mewled just a little and snuggled in tighter, making Abbie understand just what a brave front her friend had been putting up.  They stayed that way for a few minutes, then Abbie kissed Liv's head again and tightened her hold briefly before releasing her grip.  "C'mon... let's go give your guys the verdict and then you and I are going out."

 

"Just us?"

 

"Just us... unless you've got some hot new girlfriend I haven't heard about."

 

"What about Casey?"

 

Abbie looked at the floor, then met Liv's eyes squarely.  "I like Casey... what little I know of her, I mean.  She's a lot different than what I remember.  And I'll freely admit that I wouldn't mind getting to know her a lot better.  But that's not what this night is about – this night is about me taking my best girl out and us just kicking back together.

 

Liv grinned.  "I'd like that.  We've haven't done that in forever."

 

"I know," Abbie agreed, opening the door and motioning for Olivia to precede her.  "So the sooner we get outta here, the sooner we can go have some fun.  So move your ass, Detective."

 

Liv headed out the door, but looked back over her shoulder.  "I'm going... I'm going.  God, when did you get so damned bossy?"

 

"I've always been this bossy, sweetheart.  It's why you love me," Abbie smirked, closing the door firmly and squeezing Olivia's bicep surreptitiously before letting her hand drop to her side.

 

"Oh yeah," Liv murmured.  "I forgot."  The two of them exchanged glances and their smiles grew into laughter that accompanied them down the hallway and out the door.

 

************

 

"Benson," whispering into the phone to keep from disturbing her bedmate.  She rolled onto her side and tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes, glad she wasn't suffering from a hangover.  She peered at the clock, realizing that she had usually been up for hours by this time of day.  Then Liv realized the voice on the other end of the phone was speaking and she had completely missed the entire conversation.

 

"... d'you think?"

 

"I'm sorry, Jo.  You wanna repeat that for me?  I haven't had my coffee yet this morning."

 

"I'm sorry, Liv – did I wake you?"

 

"Yeah," she yawned, "but it's okay.  I needed to be up anyway."  She smiled when Abbie rolled over and snuggled up into her back.

 

"Who's on the phone?" she asked, her voice low and gravelly with sleep.

 

"Oh shit!" exclaimed the voice on the other end of the phone.  "God, Liv... I'm sorry.  I didn't realize you had company.  Why don't you call me back...?"

 

"Jo... it's okay.  It's just Abbie."

 

"Whaddya mean 'just', Benson?" Abbie asked, leaning up biting Olivia's neck, causing her to bite her lip and flop over onto her back.  She frowned at Abbie who just smirked back.

 

"Will you stop?  I'm on the phone!!" Liv asked, glaring at Abbie for a long moment before relenting and pulling the dark head down to her shoulder.  "Sorry, Jo... had to deal with the drama queen here.  OW!" biting her lip again when Abbie pinched her thigh.  "What...." clearing her throat before trying again.  "What can I do for you?"

 

Jo Polniaczek cleared her own throat, trying to rid her voice of laughter after overhearing the byplay on the other end of the phone.  She kissed the blonde head tucked beneath her chin, then smiled into brown eyes that gazed back with a look filled with love.

 

"Actually, Liv, I was calling about what Blair and I could do for you."  Her smile grew as she listened to the confused silence while Benson contemplated her words.

 

"All right... I'll bite.  What can you and Blair do for me?"

 

"We can offer you a place to stay during your enforced vacation.  Now before you say no," Jo continued, not allowing Olivia an opportunity to refuse, "I want you to hear me out."

 

"How did you hear...?"

 

Jo snorted.  "Are you kidding?  The bets on the outcome of your hearing went department wide.  Word of the verdict was spreading before you were out of the building."

 

Now it was Liv's turn to snort.  "How'd you do?"

 

"Well enough that I'll be able to pay the next time Blair and I go to the Four Seasons.  I'm not stupid, my friend; I know what kind of a cop you are."  Silence.  "Liv... you still there?"

 

"Yeah," she replied, drawing in a deep breath and blinking furiously.  "I knew the guys bet on me.  I just didn't realize...."

 

"Yeah, yeah....  Now you ready to hear my offer?"

 

"Look, Jo...."

 

"Liv, listen - Blair owns a place a couple hours from the city – close to a town but still private.  It's got all the comforts of home... cable tv, pool table, Jacuzzi... the works.  All you gotta do is say yes, and it's yours for the duration."  Jo paused.  "Liv, you don't want to stay in the City.  You'll go nuts, knowing there is work you feel you oughta be doing and not able to do it.  C'mon... you thought desk duty was bad – you know this'll be worse."

 

"I know," she sighed.  "I just...."

 

"Olivia, this is Blair.  Look, can you and your friend meet us at Mesa Grill for lunch in say... an hour and a half?  Then you can give us all the reasons you can't and we can give you the keys and the directions so we can get you on your way before it gets dark."

 

Liv laughed.  She had been Jo's training officer and they'd kept in touch ever since.  After Rick's death, when Jo and Blair had finally become a couple, Blair had made a concerted effort to get to know the people in Jo's life.  Now, Liv counted them among her closest friends, so she wasn't very surprised to hear Blair dictating to her on the other end of the phone.

 

"All right, Blair.  Abbie and I will meet you and Jo at Mesa Grill.  It'll be easier to argue with you in person."

 

"Oh honey... you should know better than to try," Blair said before handing the phone back to Jo.

 

"So we'll see you in a bit?"

 

"Yeah... we'll be there.  Thanks, Jo."

 

Liv turned back to Abbie.  "C'mon, Carmichael... we apparently have lunch plans."  She sat up and pulled Abbie with her.  "You'll like Blair."

 

"How did I get roped into this?"

 

"You stayed the night and then you left marks," rubbing her neck with one hand and her thigh with the other.  "You can sit through lunch with me."  She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced up at Abbie through long, dark lashes.

 

"Oooh... look at that pout.  All right Benson... let's go have lunch."

 

************

 

Alex leaned back on her heels, a marked sense of satisfaction as she surveyed the result of her morning's labor.  Jason had taken her at her word when she'd come downstairs looking to work in the flower bed.  She'd followed him to the gardening shed where he'd slapped a pair of gloves into her hands and handed her a knee pad.  Then he'd opened the door and gestured.

 

"You know where the flowers are and what tools you need.  If you need help...."

 

"I wouldn't mind the company."

 

Jason smiled.  "Then choose your tools and meet me in the greenhouse."

 

Alex smiled, remembering the number of times Jason had said the same thing to her growing up.  At first her mother had been horrified – then she had realized it was an outlet her daughter had needed... a way she had *chosen* to be creative.  After that, Alex had been given every opportunity to work in the garden when they were at the lodge and Jason had always welcomed her presence.

 

She tucked her gloves into her back pocket and grabbed the tools she wanted.  Then she followed Jason into the greenhouse and breathed in the humid, scented air.  Then she started walking slowly up and down the rows, lightly fingering the leaves and petals of a variety of plants as she brushed by them.  No one who knew Bureau Chief Alexandra Cabot would have believed their eyes had they seen her.  She seemed to communicate with the flowers with a glance and a touch, and there was a gentleness in her demeanor that most had never witnessed.

 

Jason remained silent, watching as she communicated with them in a way he had taught her as a child.  Finally, she met Jason's eyes.  "These," she said, motioning to an area with riotous color.  "I feel the need for something vibrant."

 

Jason laughed and picked up a tray of the flowers Alex had chosen.  "Lexxie, I could always tell what you were going to choose whenever you came in here.  You always went for the brightest, most colorful flowers of the season."  He cleared his throat.  "I probably shouldn't say this...."

 

Alex gave him a wry smirk.  "That's never stopped you before."

 

Jason snickered.  "True."  He paused again.  "I was always more than a little surprised that you ended up in law."  His eyes widened when she blinked rapidly.  "Wait..." holding up a hand.  "I know why you went into law.  But passionate about it or not, there was always a lack of vitality where you were concerned.  It even affected your clothes."

 

Now Alex laughed and shook her head.  "Don't remind me," she groaned dramatically.  "I looked like somebody's great Aunt Nellie!"

 

Jason howled and headed out the door.  "C'mon, Lexxie... before I get into far more trouble than I can reasonably get out of."

 

"With me?" Alex snorted as she followed him from the greenhouse and down the garden path to the area they were cultivating today.  Jason shook his head vehemently.

 

"Uh uh," placing the tray on the ground.  "With the wife.  She had a great Aunt Nellie who dressed a lot like you do - you know... with the conservative suits and neutral colors and everything."  He covered his eyes with his hand.  "Shoot me now."

 

Alex gave him a full-fledged belly laugh.  "Grab your trowel, Jason and concentrate on digging real holes for a while."

 

He guffawed and they commenced their digging.

 

They hadn't needed conversation between them after that; they had worked together for so long that they could do so almost seamlessly without words.  The garden plot took shape under their skilled hands, creating a bright panorama of color that was pleasing to both visual and olfactory senses.  Now Alex gazed upon their handiwork and sighed in satisfaction.  She started when Geraldine's hands landed on her shoulders, then accepted the glass of lemonade with a grateful smile.

 

"So, did you get it worked out?" Geraldine asked as she handed Jason the second glass she carried.  Then she put her hands on her hips and arched her brows in question with a knowing look in her eyes.  Alex shrugged.

 

"Not yet."

 

Geraldine shook her head.  "Maybe you should stop thinking so much and just let things work out in their own good time."

 

"Leave her alone, woman!" Jason said with a scowl.  "Lexxie is a grown woman; she can make her own decisions!"

 

Geraldine turned to face Jason.  "You like living dangerously, old man?  I know where you live and you have to sleep some time."

 

Jason leered in his wife's direction.  "So do you."

 

They held one another's gaze for a long moment before bursting into laughter and turning their attention back to Alex who was regarding them with something akin to befuddlement.  Her expression only made the two of them laugh harder.  She cocked her eyebrow.

 

"Don't worry, honey," Geraldine assured Alex, patting her hand in sympathy.  "When you've been married as long as we have, you learn when and how and how much.  Life would get pretty boring if we always had to keep our company manners on all the time."

 

"Besides, making up is always fun."

 

Jason's matter-of-fact statement caused twin blushes to run up both Geraldine's and Alex's faces.  He realized his mistake a split second before Geraldine began chasing him down the garden path and towards their cottage.  Alex just sat watching them with a gobsmacked expression.  For all their friendliness, they had never acted so human around her before.

 

She rose from her spot on the ground, rubbing her hands together before picking up the tools and mat and heading back to the gardening shed.  She put things away then went into the lodge, checking her phone and realizing she'd missed a call from Abbie.

 

"Hey, beautiful.  Listen, Liv has somehow managed to get me invited to some sort of lunch thing with a couple of her friends.  So I don't know that I'll be up this weekend... depends on how long lunch lasts."  A beat.  "OH... she got 30 days without pay and a year's probation on promotions."  She waited, but when there was no response, she continued.  "Anyway, I'll call you after lunch.  I should have a clue what the hell is going on by then.  Later, babe."

 

Alex hung up the phone, a vexed expression on her face.  On the one hand she was glad to know Olivia had gotten off so lightly, relatively speaking.  On the other, she really wanted to hear all the details and Abbie's delayed visit made that nearly impossible... especially since she couldn't call Abbie back and grill her at the moment.  Sighing in frustration, Alex bit her lip, then headed into the kitchen, phone in hand.  She may as well eat and hope for Abbie's call sooner rather than later.

 

************

 

Jo and Blair were already waiting at the restaurant when Olivia and Abbie arrived.  Liv made introductions all around.  They perused the menus and ordered quickly, then after a few awkward minutes of settling in and making polite conversation, Blair sighed and got right to the point.

 

"Olivia, I know you're a proud woman.  God knows sometimes I think the particular flaw is ingrained in the female detective's psyche," ignoring Jo's speculative glance, Olivia's cocked eyebrow and the twitching of Abbie's lips.  "Anyway," she continued, holding up her hands, "that is not the point... at least not the whole point.  The point is...."

 

"The point is, Liv," Jo cut in, "you've got a chance to rest and relax and we've got the perfect place for you to do it.  You'd be doing us a favor."  She paused.  "Besides, it'd give you a chance to work on your art again.  How long has it been?"

 

Abbie's head whipped around.  "You're an artist?  Why am I just now hearing about this??"

 

"Not now, Carmichael," Liv growled.  Jo had the decency to look chagrined.

 

"Oh God, Liv.  I'm sorry... I didn't know...."

 

"Neither did I apparently," Abbie grumbled under her breath.  "You think you know a girl...."

 

"Carmichael!!" getting Abbie's attention and causing both of them to color beneath their olive colored skin.  "Drop it... please?"  Abbie nodded and turned her attention to the two women across the table that were doing their best to remain impassive at the unexpected outburst.  "Sorry...."

 

"Don't be, Liv... it was my fault for bringing it up.  I just assumed...."

 

Olivia waved her off.  "It's fine, Jo, and you're right – it's been a really long time.  It's hard to create beauty when all you see is ugliness."  She stopped in momentary thought.  "Maybe a change of scenery is just what the doctor ordered.  Maybe it will give me a fresh perspective... new inspiration."

 

"So you'll take it?" Blair asked hesitantly... for her anyway.

 

Olivia nodded.  "I'll take it.  Thank you for offering."

 

"Oh honey... we didn't offer; we insisted."

 

At this, everyone at the table tittered.  "I'm glad you did," Liv confessed.  She sighed.  "I didn't realize until the verdict came down just how tired I was.  A little solitude might be good for me."

 

"Does that mean you don't want to meet the neighbors?  I was thinking I could throw a little soiree next Friday night to introduce you to the last of the summer people who are still there.  And I know of a number of people from the City who go up for the weekend that we could invite as well."

 

"Blair...."

 

"It's all right, Jo," Olivia broke in.  "I don't know that I'd be up for all that, Blair, but it's your place.  I wouldn't stop you from planning a party if you wanted to host one.  Where is this place anyway?"

 

Blair told her and Abbie's eyes widened in amused consternation.  Blair didn't notice, but Jo did.  Olivia's eyes widened.  "Oh... wow."  Blair smiled graciously. 

 

"I think you'll be comfortable."

 

"I think you may have a problem getting me to leave," Liv jokingly confessed.  Blair chuckled and shook her head.

 

"Nah... you've got the City running through your veins.  You might go away for a while, but it will always call you back home."

 

"She's right, you know," Abbie agreed unexpectedly.

 

"Speaking from experience, Ms Carmichael?"

 

"Sort of," Abbie concurred cautiously.  "Texas will always be home, and I like DC well enough.  But there is something appealing about Manhattan... something that can't be found anywhere else in the world.  It's why I spend so many weekends here – soaking up its special brand of charm and energy."

 

"And here I thought your main attraction was me." Olivia said saucily, fluttering her eyelashes in Abbie's direction.  "You're gonna break my heart, cowgirl."

 

"Watch it, Yankee – breach of promise has been made on far less."

 

At that moment, their waiter arrived with their food and the conversation changed direction when it resumed some minutes later.  Blair and Abbie found they had numerous mutual acquaintances in both New York and Washington and Olivia and Jo caught up on the latest precinct gossip – the parts Olivia Benson wasn't part of, which surprisingly, was quite a bit.

 

When their meal was finished, Abbie excused herself and Jo did the same.  Blair waved them off, pulling out a key ring, a map and a separate paper with codes on them.  Olivia scooted over to sit beside Blair, her attention focused on what Blair was saying.

 

Jo and Abbie took care of their business and met up in front of the mirror.  Jo washed her hands, then leaned against the sink to look at Abbie who kept her eyes on the mirror. 

 

"Something wrong, Detective?" she finally asked with a hint of asperity in her voice.

 

"Yeah, actually," Jo said smoothly.  "What about the cabin threw you off kilter?  You covered it really well, but something about it struck a nerve."

 

Abbie's expression never faltered but inside she was cursing up a storm.  Finally, exhaling deeply, "I have a friend with a place in that area," not wanting to give anything away.

 

"Lemme guess – Alex Cabot?" Abbie's eyes widened involuntarily but otherwise she didn't react at all.  Jo chuckled.  "It's all right, Ms Carmichael.  Alex and Blair are friends from way back."

 

Abbie's eyes narrowed dangerously.  "Are you trying to set something up between Alex and Liv?"

 

Jo held up her hands defensively and shook her head.  "No, Ms Carmichael... I wouldn't let Blair do that to Olivia even if she wanted to help Alex out.  Look, I like Alex, don't get me wrong, but Liv is my friend... my mentor.  We really did offer her the cabin as a place for her to regroup.   I only figured out about Alex because of your reaction and the fact that I know the Cabot Lodge is in the same general area; and having heard the round of gossip about her suspension...."

 

"You going to tell her... Liv, I mean?"

 

Jo grinned.  "I'm sure Blair already has."  She sobered.  "And if she hasn't, yeah... I will."  Then she opened the door and ushered Abbie out in front of her.  "Don't worry, Ms Carmichael.  As tempting as it is to try and force the two of them to figure it out already, Blair and I know better."

 

"Experience talking?"

 

"Something like that," Jo confirmed as they reached the table.

 

"Something like what, honey?" Blair asked as Jo took her seat and draped an arm around her shoulders.  They exchanged glances and Blair acknowledged the question in Jo's eyes with the barest nod of her head.  Jo smiled.

 

"Okay... you two have been married way too long," Liv snorted.  "That was just creepy."  She turned to face Abbie.  "Didn't you think that was creepy?"

 

"I thought it was cute."

 

Olivia rolled her eyes.  "You would."  She glanced back at the now smirking couple.  "What was that all about anyway?"

 

"That was me asking Blair if she had told you about Alex and her telling me that she had."

 

"Oh."

 

"Is that going to be a problem for you, Liv?"

 

"Nope.  I don't see a reason for our paths to cross except for the party Blair is throwing and I've got that covered already."  The other three exchanged worried glances and Liv just shook her head.  "Trust me guys... I know what I'm doing.  I'm going there to relax, not...."  She waved her hands around briefly.  "Alex Cabot won't be a blip on my radar."

 

Blair signaled for the check and they readied themselves to leave.

 

"So you're okay to go up on your own tonight?"  Liv nodded.

 

"Yeah, I'm good."

 

"All right.  Then Jo and I will excuse ourselves for now.  Olivia, make yourself at home and don't hesitate to ask for what you need.  The number of our regular caretaker is by the phone and you know how to reach us.  Abbie, it was nice to meet you.  I hope we'll have another opportunity to talk again."  A pause.  "Will you be joining us for our little get together next weekend?"

 

"If that is an invitation, then yes, thanks... I'd love to."

 

"Good," exchanging cards.  "I'll be in touch."  Light hugs went around and Jo and Blair took their leave.  Abbie turned to Olivia.

 

"Shall we?"

 

"We shall."

 

************

 

"Cabot."

 

"Hey, beautiful... you want the good news or the bad news?"

 

Alex sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.  Then she closed her eyes and raked her hand through her hair.  "The bad, I guess," she finally replied.  "Considering the way things have been going for me lately, should I sit down?"

 

"No, Alex – in fairness the bad and the good news are sort of the same thing.  Liv is headed up to your area to stay for the next month.  Your friend Blair Warner offered Olivia her cabin to stay in while she's suspended."  She hesitated, then went ahead.  "Hey, did you know Liv was an artist?"

 

"What??  No!  Wait," waving her free hand in the air.  "Let's get back to Olivia staying up here for the moment.  You want to start from the beginning?"

 

So Abbie did, giving Alex a blow by blow report of lunch and everything that happened, including Blair's plans to throw a party.  "I've already been invited, so I'll be up next weekend for sure.  Can I come up early and stay with you?"

 

"Sure... you can even bring Casey if you want.  I’m sure Gerry would love to have other people to cook for again."

 

"She ragging on you for a reason, Cabot?  You can't not eat, you know."

 

"I know, but even on my best days I'm not going to put a dent into a five pound pot roast."  She chuckled when she heard Abbie's brows fly into her hairline in reaction.  "On the plus side, she only has to cook once every three or four days, and I'm learning to be creative in my uses of leftovers."

 

This time Abbie laughed out loud.  The thought of a competent Alex Cabot in the kitchen....  "All right, I will definitely be up there Friday afternoon next week.  I want to see you in the kitchen cooking.  I'll send you my information as soon as I get the trip scheduled."

 

"All right.  Hey, what does your boss think about this... you coming back to New York so often, I mean?"

 

"Honey, half the time he is *sending* me up here in one official capacity or another.  The rest... let's just say he's learned I'm much easier to deal with if I get a little down time with my best girls.  And a happy Abbie makes for a happy office," her voice so perky at the end, Alex removed the phone from her ear and stared at it oddly before resuming the conversation.

 

"You're scaring me," Alex joked lightly.  "Who are you and what have you done with the real Abbie Carmichael?"

 

"Not to worry, darlin'... I'm still the Abbie Carmichael you know and love.  Besides, half the time it's just weekends, barely long enough to be here."

 

"You ever thought of moving back?  I'm pretty sure you could find *something* here you'd liked doing at least as well as you like the US Attorney's Office in DC."

 

Abbie grew thoughtfully silent.  "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind...." she admitted after a long pause.

 

"So what's stopping you?"

 

Abbie huffed impatiently.  "When did this stop being about you and start being about me??  Sorry," she added almost instantly, her tone apologetic.  "Honestly, I've thought about it a lot... more and more recently.  I'm just not sure it's the right thing for me to do right now."

 

"Come up on Thursday," Alex invited impulsively.  "We can sit and have some girl talk; we haven't done that in a long time."

 

"You gonna cook for me?"

 

"You brave enough to eat if I do?"

 

"That sounds like a challenge, blue blood."

 

"You up to it, Tex?"

 

"Bring it on, Cabot; do your worst.  I'm up to anything you can dish out."

 

"Then I'll expect you on Thursday, Carmichael.  Come early."

 

"I'll be there with bells on, sweetheart.  See you Thursday."

 

Alex hung up the phone with a smile on her face.  Despite the fact that Olivia Benson was determined to keep Alex Cabot off her radar, Alex felt as though she was being handed a real second chance.  Now it was up to her to figure out how to make it work to her advantage.

 

************

 

"You get your phone call taken care of?" Liv asked as she closed up her suitcase.  They'd had to stop on the way home to purchase her a new one.  The ones she'd had at home were too small, Abbie insisted; besides, it was time.  Liv needed something that wasn't fifty years old and had wheels and a handle.  Liv glared at Abbie for ten whole seconds before she broke down and agreed.

 

Now she lifted it from the bed and popped the handle, rolling it out to the living room to sit next to Abbie's weekend case.

 

"Yeah," Abbie answered as she flopped into one corner of the couch.  Olivia dropped into the other corner.  "Casey should be here shortly."

 

"You don't mind me bailing on you early?"

 

Abbie chuckled.  "Nah.  I'm glad you've got a place to go stay away from here for a while and friends like Jo and Blair to look out for you.  They're good people."

 

"Yeah, they are.  One day I'll have to tell you about how they got together."  A buzz interrupted her and Liv got up and clicked the speaker.  "Yeah?"

 

"It's me."

 

"Hang on... we'll come down to you."  Olivia cut the speaker and walked back to Abbie with her hand extended.  "C'mon, your ride's here.  I'll walk down with you and head out as soon as you and Casey are on your way.  I want to get there early enough to settle in...."

 

Abbie opened her arms and Liv stepped into them, embracing one another tightly for a long moment.  "Liv, you don't owe me an explanation.  I want you to take advantage of this break – use it for you."  She brushed a kiss near Liv's mouth, feeling Liv's lips pucker against her skin in return.  "This can be a good thing for you if you let it," Abbie whispered into Olivia's ear before pulling back.

 

"I know, Abbie.  Believe it or not, I'm actually looking forward to it."  Abbie arched a disbelieving eyebrow and Liv laughed.  "C'mon, before Casey comes looking for you."  She grabbed her suitcase and waited for Abbie to do the same.  "So," she asked as she ushered Abbie out in front of her before locking the door securely.  "The two of you have plans?"

 

"God, you're nosey." Abbie retorted as they started the climb down the stairs.

 

"Um... detective here," motioning to herself.  "Hello??"

 

Abbie snorted which catapulted them both into laughter that lasted until they reached the ground floor.  Then Casey held the door open for them, popping the trunk on her tiny hybrid vehicle while Olivia stuffed her huge suitcase in the back of her larger car.  Casey's eyes popped at the size.

 

"Wow, Detective... you moving?"

 

"She's got art supplies in there," Abbie supplied helpfully, despite the mega-watt glare she was getting from Olivia.  "Seems the good detective has been keeping secrets."

 

"Not anymore," Liv muttered under her breath.  "The whole damn world knows now."

 

"Nah," Abbie contradicted.  "Only your best girls," stealing another hug and allowing Casey to do the same before they backed off and moved back towards Casey's car.  "Now go on and get outta here before you get caught on an unknown road after dark.  And call when you get there; I want to know you got there safely."

 

Liv nodded and slid behind the steering wheel.  "I'll see you next weekend?"

 

"Yep; I've already arranged the time off."

 

"Good," was all she said, and she waved goodbye as she pulled into the road.

 

Casey and Abbie stood side by side watching her out of sight, then they climbed into Casey's ride.  Abbie waited until she was into the flow of traffic before she spoke again.

 

"Thanks for the ride, Casey.  I know I could have called a cab, but...."

 

"Abbie, it's no problem.  I'm glad you called.  I just wish I didn't have a date tonight; we could have had dinner or something."

 

"Well, how would you feel about a weekend at Alex Cabot's lodge next weekend?  Blair is throwing a party to introduce Olivia to the neighbors there and Alex invited me to stay for the weekend; she asked me to bring you along," Abbie continued before Casey could protest.

 

Casey risked a glance in her direction, then returned her focus to the road.  "You're going to explain who Blair is and what the hell is going on, right?  Because I feel like I just got substituted into the game in the middle of the fourth inning without a scorecard or a game book."

 

"Oh, absolutely.  Why don't you plan to come by the hotel for brunch in the morning?  I'll give you the whole story the way I know it so far."

 

Casey smiled.  "Counselor, you've got yourself a date.

 

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