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This takes place after Alex is shot but before Olivia finds out she's alive. Obviously spoilers for Loss. Warning for major angst.
CABOT, Alexandra
The words jumped out at Olivia from her newspaper and she felt her heart clench painfully.
She didn't know why she had turned to the obituaries this morning. She rarely read this section of the newspaper. She'd known that Alex would be here, and she had made the conscious decision not to read the article about her death. And yet, she had ended up here anyway.
Murdered in the line of duty at the age of 32.
Olivia had wanted that for her, and Liz had made a few phone calls. Olivia had wanted it to be known that Alex had died an honourable death, that she had died seeking justice for those who needed it most. She and the squad had always considered Alex to be an honorary member of the 1-6. Now she would be given a funeral and a burial fit for an officer, as she deserved.
She will be fondly remembered by the New York District Attorney's Office and the New York City Police Department.
Then came the picture, the one that intensified the ache in Olivia's chest. Of Alex, looking so alive and happy, her blue eyes sparkling as she laughed. Olivia traced her thumb gently over the page, as if doing so would bring Alex back. She remembered all of the times she'd touched Alex's soft skin, kissed those full, supple lips, caressed that beautiful golden hair. Had it only been yesterday that she had fallen asleep with Alex in her arms?
Beloved daughter of Elizabeth and Alexander Cabot. Beloved sister of William Cabot.
Beloved girlfriend of Olivia Benson.
But they had been careful not to let anyone find out. And now, no one ever would.
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