Making her way to the Manhattan Criminal Courthouse Olivia sprung for a cab.  The subway would be too much hassle with the crutches.  She had just given the driver her destination when he asked, "You a lawyer?"

"Cop," she replied and was treated to a story about his uncle's brother in law who had been a FBI agent during the Hoover years.  For ( Read more... )

Olivia awoke from the nightmare with a rigid shake.  Every muscle in her body was tight with tension making the landing on the floor hurt that much more. She looked around desperately trying to take in her surroundings.  Need tore through her and panic set in when she couldn't find Alex.  She called out her lovers name sounding desperate and raw.

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As she waited for Alex to return Olivia could practically hear the lawyer arguing with herself about what she should say. A couple of firmly shut cabinet doors and a slammed refrigerator later Alex came back with two tall glasses of ice water.  The inquiry as to where Olivia had apparently won the dispute.

"I went out for lunch." Olivia ( Read more... )

As he sat the bags of food on the table Olivia's cell rang.  She glanced at it, silenced it and then turned to Elliot.

"This was the best idea you've had in years," she commented pulling a paper wrapped sandwich from the bag.  One smell of the sauerkraut told her it was his.  She handed it to him and then opened her own onion-laden sandwich.
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The repeated explosions of shots fired hung in the air.  Her ears rang with a high-pitched tune.  All she could smell was gunpowder and blood.  Blood.  Blood everywhere.  Frantically she looked around for Elliot.  He was right next to where he had landed after slipping on the broken glass from the window they had been sitting next to.  His hip was ( Read more... )

The room was unfamiliar, the bed too big and too soft.  Beside her Alex screamed again and Olivia found reality. She and Alex were in a guest room at Jane's house.  Her back up gun was locked in the old cabinet that Alex's father had kept his hunting rifles in.

She clasped Alex by her biceps gently and shook her.  "Alex wake up.  Alex WAKE ( Read more... )

Olivia motioned the others to join them.  She was grateful that Alex and Kathy seemed to know they needed the few moments alone.  Alex refreshed her lemonade and sat on the ottoman.

"Elizabeth had every right to pop that little jerk," Olivia told the Stablers.

"Oh good God yes," Alex agreed.  Elliot stared at Alex who shook her head, "Cretin."

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She watched from the doorway as Alexandra climbed from the car followed by two young ladies and then finally Olivia.  She took a hard look at the woman she had recently accepted as a daughter in law.  She always wanted Alexandra to be happy but Jane never thought it would be with a woman.  Especially a woman like Olivia Benson.

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Kathy cursed her husband's stubbornness.  His right shoulder had been injured and he shouldn’t have been moving his arm at all.  Though she hated it she understood.

This past week had been an even larger than normal emotional roller coaster in the Stabler house.  Elliot was all over the place and had finally exploded the two nights before.  ( Read more... )

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Olivia Benson crossed the threshold of the Upper East Side apartment, shut the door gently and then tiredly leaned on it.  Her gun holster was heavy on her hip and the badge dangling from the chain around her neck weighed a ton.  She ran her hand through her hair frustrated by fate in general.

She and Stabler were having lunch when a ( Read more... )