DISCLAIMER: I don't own Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. That'd be Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing the characters, and I promise to return them by midnight, fed, clean, and unharmed. Mostly.
A.D.A. Sonya Paxton sat at the prosecutor's table in the empty courtroom, her files open on a table in front of her. She was waiting to speak with Judge Elizabeth Donnelly in her chambers. If she'd arrived fifteen minutes earlier, she could have gotten in before the scourge of the earth that was currently meeting with the judge, the defense attorney for this case named Sophie Devere. Olivia Benson was in there with them. She'd been subpoenaed to testify on the defense's behalf, and was not happy about it. Sonya tapped her pen on the table frustratedly, the clicks echoing through the courtroom loudly. She pursed her lips and checked her watch; a flash of movement caught her eye. She turned her head and noticed a man standing to her right. She jumped when she saw the glint of metal, the scream dying on her lips when the blade of the knife was pressed to her cheek.
"We're going to Donnelly's chambers," the man hissed.
Sonya was quaking with rage.
"The hell we are," she snapped, standing and shoving the man away from her. A white hot ribbon of pain erupted on her face; warm blood trickled from the cut and collected on the collar of her blouse. A strong hand gripped her upper arm and dragged her unceremoniously to the Judge's chamber door. She struggled and grunted, but the throbbing slash on her cheek kept her from trying anything more outwardly defiant. He threw the door to the judges chambers wide open, slamming it against the bookcase behind it and rebounding into the toe of his boot. Olivia jumped from her chair and ripped her Glock from it's holster, her finger on the trigger. Sophie froze facing the intruder, and Liz was rising from her chair slowly. The man shoved Sonya out in front of him, held the knife to her throat.
"Drop the knife," Olivia growled, her body tensing.
"Drop the gun!" the man retorted, wrapping an arm around Sonya's waist and pulling her against him. Olivia grimaced.
"Can't do that, and you know it."
The man pressed the knife harder against Sonya's throat, beads of crimson forming. The blonde woman inhaled sharply.
Olivia raised both arms above her head in a surrendering motion.
"Okay!" she shouted. "Okay, here." She knelt, putting the gun on the floor and stood again slowly, her hands held out in front of her, palms bared.
"It's away. It's done. Just let her go, and we can all walk away."
The man scoffed.
"You think I came all the way down to a New York courthouse, took an A.D.A. hostage, and got an SVU cop to give up her gun just to walk away? I'm not that stupid, Olivia."
The brunette stiffened, the movement small but not small enough to be unnoticed by the intruder.
"What, you don't remember me, you stupid bitch? Five years ago you put my brother in jail for rape, a rape he didn't fucking do!" His eyes flashed angrily. "I tried to tell you he didn't do it, but you didn't believe me. This whore," he shouted, shaking Sonya. "She's the one who prosecuted him. And that one," he laughed slightly, jutting his chin at Liz. "She put him away."
Olivia licked her lips.
"Okay, and they wouldn't have done any of that if I hadn't brought him to them. So just let them walk, let them go. They aren't the ones you want. I am."
"Shut up!" he screamed, clutching Sonya's waistband. "You don't know what I want!" He tucked his hand under the band, dug his fingertips into her hip. She inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring and her eyes snapping shut.
"Hey!" Olivia shouted at him. "Hey, no, no, don't touch her, here! Take me!" She shrugged out of her jacket. The man stilled his hand, and Judge Donnelly leaped into action from her place behind her desk, threw herself in front of Olivia, her hands clenching the brunette's biceps.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the short blonde hissed. "This is stupid, possibly the stupidest thing you've ever done."
"Get out of my way," Olivia murmured back.
"No," Liz snapped, pushing the younger woman away from the man.
"You're out of line," Olivia bellowed, shoving Liz away.
"And you're out of your mind," the judge replied, stumbling back.
The man had his hand under Sonya's blouse and was reaching up for her breast.
"Stop!" Olivia cried, stepping forward and laying a hand on his elbow. The man shoved Sonya to the floor, plunged the knife deep into Olivia's side. Sophie, who had been silent until then, screamed.
"No!" Liz cried, running forward to catch the detective as she fell to the floor. Sonya was on her feet again, throwing herself at the assailant, kicking, punching, scratching anything she could reach until the knife was thrust into her over and over and over again. Sophie's screams grew louder and Sonya grunted with every blow. Her knees gave out and she collapsed in a bloody heap on the floor.
Olivia, though weak, was still conscious. Covered in sweat, panting, and clutching at her side, she was leaning against Liz who was now shaking with a rage she'd never felt before, her lips a thin line.
"Do I have your fucking attention, now?" the man asked, wiping his bloody hands on his pants.