new one, apologies. I had an idea and it wouldn't leave so this happened.
It will be bensidy and it's very AU and will probably be pretty OOC as well but please give it a chance.
also, the rating is probably change but not yet so, yeah
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Skeletons and ghosts are hidin' in the shadows
Threatening me with all the things that they know
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"Who the hell are you?"
Olivia opened her eyes and groaned in pain as she tried to sit up, she gave up quickly and fell back into the uncomfortable position she had unknowingly been in for the last three days. She glanced around the room, she was obviously in a hospital and then everything came flooding back, her memories hitting her like a freight train.
"Where's Elliot and Fin? Are they okay?" She asked the tall blonde man who stood by her hospital room door. His dark suit giving him a sharp look of importance.
She glared in his direction for a few seconds when he once again ignored her question. Just as she sank back into the hard mattress, the door swung open and was quickly closed soon after. She noticed the man also posted outside her door as the two new figures entered her room.
"You're doctor will in here in a moment Detective Benson" The older gentleman spoke before seating himself in the plastic chair beside her bed.
Olivia gave him the once over; he was clearly FBI or something higher than her detective rank. He was fifty's maybe, balding head, sharp suit and a long black coat. He grabbed the newspaper from the cabinet by her bed and began to read, completely ignoring her and the other two men in the room.
"What's going on?" She asked to nobody in particular, wishing that someone would just explain what the hell was going on? Where was Elliot or Cragen?
"Your doctor will be here soon, we'll explain everything after that"
Her messy thoughts were broken as the door swung open once more, the woman, who she guessed from the white coat and clipboard was her doctor glared at the men in the room before turning her attention and flashing her a smile.
"Detective Benson, you should consider yourself a very lucky woman" The older redhead smiled "The bullets miss your main arteries, we had to remove your spleen and a small portion of your left lung but you wont really be able to tell the difference once you're fully healed"
Olivia's eyes widened as the doctor spoke, her mind flashed back to the incident, bullets? How many times had she been shot?
"Detective, are you okay?"
"Olivia…" She said quietly "Call me Olivia, what the hell happened? How long have I been out?"
The doctor glanced at the three men in the room before the man in the chair beside her bed cleared his throat and got to his feet, folding the newspaper before placing it on the chair he had just vacated.
"Detective Benson, do you remember what happened to you?"
"I was with my partner, another detective and our ADA, we were walking from the courthouse and then everything's a little blurry…"
"You were at Daryl Matheson's sentencing hearing, you arrested him last month for murder…" The older gentleman began explaining "His cronies hit you in a drive by outside the courthouse, they blame you for his arrest, you were the arresting officer, your name was in the paper, they are after you Detective, you put him away and now they want you as part of his revenge."
"I…"
"You were shot three times with a nine millimetre hand gun from a black SUV with no plates, it's untraceable."
Olivia lay in shock; there was an actual threat on her life. She had been threatened many times before in her few years in SVU, most of them empty threats that amounted to nothing from petty rapists and wife-beaters who couldn't deal with a woman in charge, but nothing ever as serious as this.
"What about everyone else? Were they hit?" Her voice was quiet
"A civilian was hit, a young man walking up the steps to the courthouse but it was a simple graze to his leg, he's fine." The doctor spoke "You were hit twice in the abdomen and once in the thigh, it was touch and go for a moment but your surgeries were very successful, you will make a full recovery. You've been unconscious for three days, it's now Saturday evening."
Olivia ran her hand through her hair, wincing as she stretched the wrong side of her body; she could feel the stitches in her side and groaned in pain. She looked at the three men in black suits in her room and back at the doctor.
"You're marshals…" She realised "What for?"
"Witness protection"
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"As of Thursday evening you were officially declared dead. You will stay here until you are healed enough to be moved to your new location, you have already been given a new identity, new documents will make their way to you shortly"
Her mind went blank as she tried to stay focused on what the US Marshal, who she now knew as Gary Blackwood was saying. She was now officially in witness protection, she, Olivia Benson and her life as she had known it, was dead.
"There will be Marshal's at your door at all times and with you every move you make while you are in this hospital, we are taking no chances Detective Benson, a threat was made on your life by one of the biggest gangs on the entire east coast. Daryl and his men are one of the biggest organised crime gangs we've ever seen, they have men all over the country and now we are one step closer to shutting them down."
"Where am I going?" She asked quietly, still in a state of shock, the pain from her injuries had completely dissipated as the blurry words of the Marshal took over; she had to start over, a completely different life.
"You will find out all of the information you need to know when you are able to leave the hospital, no one in here knows where you're from or anything about you're past life apart from you're doctor and two nurses who have been assigned to your care."
"So that's it? I'm just…dead."
"As of Thursday yes, Detective Olivia Benson of Manhattan Special Victims Unit, died on Thursday evening after complications from an emergency surgery that was needed after she was shot three times by an unknown assailant in a drive by shooting outside the courthouse" Gary, the Marshal explained the official cover up story to the younger, confused detective.
"Where are we now? If I was shot in New York and I'm now officially in witness protection you guys obviously didn't keep me in New York…" The detective side of her kicked in immediately, she knew how the WPP worked and operated, they were quick and secret, no one would've even noticed she had gone.
"We're in North Carolina, a base hospital with round the clock security, you are registered here under your new identity"
"Which is?"
"Alexis Dawson"
Olivia sighed and stared down at her feet, she was stunned into silence. Everyone she had known, all her friends, not that she had many and her colleagues, who were more like family than workmates thought she was dead. They attended her funeral, laid flowers in the dirt where an empty coffin that to them held her body but was actually filled with nothing but sandbags was lowered into the ground, shed tears and shared their feelings of hurt and anger all because of her.
"How long do I have to be here?"
"The doctor said you should be fit enough to start physical therapy in a day or two, after that as soon as you can walk fine on your injured leg and providing there's no complications with your lung then you should be fit to go."
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It had been just over a week since Olivia, now Alexis had woken from her unconscious state. She had learned not only that she had been shot by one of the members of one of the country's biggest organised crime gangs but also that she had been declared dead. She was now officially eleven days into her new life as Alexis Dawson, she had been told she was free to make up her own backstory, her own life previous to her new location as long as she didn't give away anything about her name, job or any other specific details about her life as Detective Olivia Benson.
As desperate as she was to get out of this damn hospital and not have men in black suits like some sort of bodyguards following her around every second of the day, she was terrified. Olivia Benson, the strong-willed, badass, gun wielding detective was officially terrified, because she was no longer that badass detective with a badge on one hip and her gun on the other fighting the most heinous criminals on the busy new york city streets everyday of her life. She was now Alexis Dawson.
Alexis Dawson as of right now had no life, she had no backstory and she had no memories. She was just a shell, just a name that had taken over for Olivia Benson while she was tied up with something.
Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, having managed to finally dress herself this morning and for the third time this week without the help of a nurse. She waited for a few minutes, finally glad that the Marshal who had been in her room for the last week was now gone and she was only left with the two outside. The nurse she had been waiting for, Mindy, who had been a military nurse for fifteen years and was now posted at this hospital, broke her thoughts as she gently opened the door and poked her head into the otherwise empty room.
"You ready to go?"
Olivia nodded and gently found her footing on the floor, her leg was healing quicker than the doctor had expected and today was her final day of physical therapy before she got shipped off to her new location.
Mindy stood by Olivia's side as they slowly walked to the room where the therapist was waiting, the pair made small talk about their day as they approached the gym style room. Olivia pushed the door open and smiled at her therapist
"Alexis, hi, you ready for your final session?"
Olivia tried not to let her unfamiliarity of her new name show on her face, the young blonde woman in front of her had only ever known her as Alexis, she knew nothing of Olivia Benson, NYPD detective who was shot and now hiding out in North Carolina as she awaited her placement from witness protection.
"Sure am, let's get this over and done with" She grinned, trying to pretend she hated ever moment of therapy.
"You know you love it really." Sarah, the therapist joked. "If you lay down on the mat there, we'll start with the stretches and then get you on the bike" She pointed to the static bike in the corner.
"Sounds good" Olivia slowly laid her body down, with the help of Mindy, her side was still fragile from her surgeries but was healing nicely.
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After the two-hour session Olivia slowly walked back to her room, one of the two Marshals who had been posted outside her door since six am following behind her. She glanced around at the doctors and nurses roaming the halls, moving from room to room checking on countless numbers of patients.
As she re-entered her room, she quietly closed the door and stood at the end of the bed, her hands gripped the white railing as she felt her heart begin to race, her palms began to sweat as she slowly glanced around the room, there were absolutely no personal items what so ever, anything from her life as Olivia Benson was gone, even the clothes she wore were bought for her.
She reached for the black gym back that sat on the chair and began packing away the small amount of clothes she had with her. She turned as Dr Andrews entered the room with a smile.
"You ready to leave us already?" The redhead joked as she picked up Olivia's patient notes from the holder at the end of the bed.
"I'm not sure"
Rebecca Andrews noticed the weary look on the younger brunette's face. "You'll be okay" She said reassuringly "You'll figure everything out at some point, it'll take a lot of getting used to but just think of it as you get a fresh start, stuff you never got to do before, what's stopping you from doing it now? Think of it more as a second chance sort of thing" She smiled
"You're a very positive person aren't you?" Olivia smiled as she sat down on the bed.
"In this line of work you have to be" Rebecca remarked
Olivia chuckled and nodded "Well yeah I guess you do" She slowly lifted the bag to the floor and moved herself to sit fully on her bed
"So when do I leave here?" She asked
"The Marshals are coming at six. They'll come up here and get you and you'll leave out the back entrance and head off to wherever you're going"
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Just as Rebecca had said, six pm came and the Marshals arrived promptly at her door and ushered her out of the building. She had almost made the mistake of signing her discharge papers with her normal Olivia Benson signature before the man in black beside her cleared his throat.
Olivia and three Marshals made their way down to the back entrance of the hospital; she was quickly moved into one of four black SUV's and locked in, two men in the front and one in the back beside her.
"So where am I headed?" She asked. A folder was pulled from the glove box in the front and handed to her.
"In that folder is your new birth certificate, diver's license, bank details and card, credit card and passport all listed under your new name and address, your money from your own personal accounts have been moved so all the savings you previously had under your own name you now have under your new alias as well as your start fund from the WPP. Your keys to your new house and car are also in there along with a list of contact numbers should you need the help of witness protection." The voice remarked from the front seat.
Olivia listened intently before pulling out some of the contents of the black zip-lock folder. Her new driver's license and bankcards fell into her lap as well as two keys.
NAME: Alexis Katherine Dawson
DOB: 04-14-1973
ADDRESS: 204 Monroe Rd, Meridianville, Al.
Olivia raised her gaze in shock "Alabama? You're shipping me to Alabama?"
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