"She's kinda angry."
Elliot Stabler, her partner, told me with a smile as I watched the gorgeous woman stand in the interrogation room. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, and she was looking blankly down at the floor under the table. "What happened?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of her face. "This perp, a wannabe physcologist, ran his little test on her. Told her the results meant that her mother never truly loved her and that her father probably wanted to rape her. I think he bs'ed his way under her skin but… I don't know. She's been in there since I took the guy to a cell." He told me and then left with a sigh.
I walked in and her chocolate eyes looked at me, fixing on my own blue eyes with a glare, before her body became rigid and she wore a cold and stony look on her face. I missed the fragile and lonely woman I'd seen moments before.
"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded and I sighed. "I'm here because Elliot found me talking to John and Fin and he asked me to come talk to you." I explained, setting my coat and briefcase down on the table before looking at her again.
She was different then I remembered. Her eyes were richer and sweeter. Her hair looked soft and tempting. She had laugh lines that looked precious on her rich skin. Her body seemed different too- She seemed stronger, skinnier and yet curvier in all the right ways, taller, and her breasts were larger.
"Yeah, well guess what counselor? I don't need to talk to you. I'm not a victim, I don't need an attorney, and you're not the person I thought you where." She said and frowned tighter. "I don't think you're even Alexandra Cabot anymore."
I felt my heart clench, I had no reason to be in the interrogation room but I couldn't stop myself from giving her a reply. "I thought about you. Everyday. Elliot too. I prayed for you… I know you where never into religion but I prayed. For you, Elliot, and all of you guys. I found out what little I could from news articles but it wasn't much." I said and she looked at me incredulously. "They invented this handy little device. It can be used to get in contact with anyone. It's called a phone." She said, pulling out her iPhone and wiggling it in front of me. "Our numbers never changed." She whispered, hurt.
I nodded and pulled my wallet out from my briefcase, taking out a white wrinkled card from it and smiling.
It had the NYPD logo on one side and the SVU logo on the other. It read:
Detective Olivia Benson
Special Victims Unit.
Her number was underneath that including a written number on the back. Her desk phone and, the one on the back, was her cell. "Remember when you gave me this? It was my first case with you all. You where the first to volunteer your number and time." I said softly and handed it to her, our fingers brushing as she checked to see if it was actually the same card. Her bright eyes grew a little wider and her sculpted eyebrows rose slightly, she still kept her shock on low levels.
"It's the real deal." I whispered and took it back, fondly running my fingers over her title and name before putting it back in my wallet and setting that into my briefcase. "Why do you still have that?" She asked and I brushed a lock of my hair back to look at her. "In case I ever needed you… Which I very, very much did but was not allowed to call-" "Bullshit! I know you've been out for three years. I know you've been out for three years. You could've come back! You could've worked here! You could've called!" She cut me off forcefully.
"You're still just as feisty as ever… Just as I left you. I don't have a cover. I started running a private practice under my final false identity- Angelina Knight- and I didn't have the heart to leave when they set me free. You all had Casey Novak, she was working just fine for all of you." I said with a sigh before collecting my items and starting to leave.
Once I opened the door Olivia spoke up "She was no you." she said softly and brokenly. I knew she was aching inside and so hurt. "You can hide your feelings all you want Liv and I know you can… Call me if you finally want to share." I said, looking over my shoulder at her. "My number never changed either." I added and then left. I knew I could've said something more but I wasn't willing to do so yet.