A/N: Yeah, I heard the news that Alex Cabot was coming back! As much as I hope they'll finally put Olivia and Alex together, I know it won't happen so here's my version that does just that.
6:35 am; 237 West 78th Street
"Amelia? Are you dressed yet?"
The six year old girl grinned as she walked into the kitchen, stopping before her foster mom, dressed in her school jumper and mismatched shoes. The foster mother laughed as she looked down at the little girl, noting the shoes and her messy hair. "You mixed up your shoes sweetie. Why don't you put on the slip on white ones for today? And when you're done go wait for me in the bathroom so I can brush out your hair before school."
"Brush it again?" The little girl huffed as she attempted to run a hand through her long brown locks, getting it caught in the progress.
"Yes, sweetie. You do realize you're allowed to brush your hair more than once a week," the mother teased as she grabbed a banana out of the fruit dish and slipped it into the girl's lunch box.
"But it hurts! Why can't my hair be as nice as yours?"
"That's because you get knots when you don't brush it often enough," her mother reminded her as she zipped up the lunch box and set it aside. "I brush my hair daily. Go on now, change your shoes and I'll be right there in a minute to brush your hair. If you're quick we might even have time to braid it!" The little girl cheered as she ran off into her bedroom once more.
A knock on the door surprised the older woman and she walked over to it, peeking through to see if she recognized the person. The unexpected guest was a younger man, probably in his late twenties, looking disheveled and scruffy. She had never seen him before in the complex and considered ignoring it until he knocked once more. Being cautious, the woman slid the chain lock into place before opening up the door the short three inches that the chain allowed before getting stuck.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you have something of mine bitch." The woman's eyes widened as she attempted to shove the door closed on him, only to have him ram his body into it, causing the chain lock to split from the frame. She fell backwards into the room, scrambling to her feet as she grabbed onto her phone and attempted to call for help.
It was only then that she saw the bat hanging loosely at his side. She ran behind her kitchen island and grabbed onto the first thing that she saw, a vase full of flowers, and threw it at him. He side-stepped it, causing it to crash before the door and merely grinned as he stepped toward her. She fumbled with her phone as she quickly pulled a kitchen knife from her knife block and held it out toward him, the knife shaking in her grip.
In a flash, he lunged at her, swinging the bat full force into her chest, causing her to slam back into the stainless-steel refrigerator with an audible crack. The phone and knife fell from her hands as she blinked away the haze surrounding her vision.
"Where is she?" He hissed out as he held up the bat once more, using his foot to kick the phone and knife away from her.
"Mom?" That caused her to become alert once more. The man looked toward the direction of the little girl's room and the mother took that opportunity to lunge at him while yelling at her daughter.
"Amelia, run! Get out of here and get help!" She cried out as she struggled with the man for a second before he regained control, flipping her body over so that she was pinned to the ground. He grasped onto her head and smashed it into the floor before standing up and looking toward the hallway. The older woman grasped onto his ankle weakly in an attempt to stop him from going near her daughter but he merely turned back to her and began kicking her, swing after swing connecting with her abdomen, hips, and legs until she couldn't move or speak.