Well, well, well what do we have here then? Well, we have someone posting their very first Law & Order SVU fan fiction.
I won't lie I am a little (extremely) nervous about posting this as I am not sure if anyone is going to be interested in this story but it's been an idea floating around in my head for a good while now and well I had to at least try and see what the response would be.
This is AU but with many of the same similarities from the show. I'm hoping you'll understand what I mean as you read and the further we get but if you do have any questions about anything at all please never feel shy in dropping me a message.
So this is an Alexandra Cabot story but as it progresses it will become a CALEX story. I personally love the idea of the two of them together and I can't wait to see how they progress as this story goes on. In the future there will be mature chapters shall we say but I will give plenty of fair warning before hand.
Now this is a story involving people who work for SVU so some of the storylines will be surrounding that world and fairly dark. I don't want to write anything to upset anyone so please remember this warning I guess that there are dark themes like you find in the show.
For now though I think that is enough of me so I'll see you on the other side!
Soul Worth Saving
Chapter 1
"A Soul In Need"
For Alexandra Cabot leaving her office when most people were tucked up in bed or on their way home after a night worth remembering but would likely be forgotten due to alcohol was hardly new. For the stunning blonde in fact it was her normality and had been for many years at this point.
Ever since a young age the blue eyed Ms Cabot knew exactly where her life was heading, she knew her path and more importantly her destination. Now here she was in her early forties, her work life very much still on track and going as it should be. When it came to her personal life however the intelligent, strong willed ADA was very much just treading water.
As hard as the career focused woman tried to convince herself that her lack of a personal life didn't bother her, the envious glares her piercing blue eyes would send to co workers or friends when they spoke of their families or recent relationship developments told another story. Of course this was something that Alex found she was still able to ignore and suppress but it had crossed her mind, just how much longer would that be true?
To those she work with, apart from the few she had become close to and would consider friends, Alex was the definition of an 'Ice Queen'. For the most part it was true, when it came to her work and when she was doing battle in the court room for victims of unimaginable crimes, Alex Cabot was an 'Ice Queen', she had to be.
The determined attorney took her job seriously, she took her role as getting justice for victims of crime very much to her supposed ice heart. In order to make sure that justice was received meant a lot of the time that Alex had to keep herself guarded, stoic or perhaps even hard faced. She'd been called them all and more but never did that bother the ADA, in fact far from it. At the end of every day as long as Alex was able to return home and know she had done what needed to be done to get justice then people could think of her in whatever way they wished.
Alex's career was an easy 'get out of jail free' card that the successful attorney could draw as a cause of blame for the stagnant state of her life out of the court room. The fact she had been assigned almost exclusively to working with the Special Victims Unit cases for well over a decade now, was yet another well reasoned excuse to avoid taking any responsibility for her own. After all who would want to spend their evenings dealing with the striking blonde's turmoil over the sickening and heart wrenching cases she dealt with on a daily bases?
Alex feels the bitter wind slice through her slim figure as her walk back to her inherited brownstone comes to a thankful near end. She just had these next two blocks to clear and she'd finally be able to allow the lure of a warm bubble bath and glass of red take her over.
As her high heels rhythmically click against the sidewalk and echo throughout the otherwise relatively quiet block, the prosecutor ups her pace slightly. It was nearly two am now and after her bath and slap dash dinner, which had only one plus and that was the quick time it took to prepare, it would probably be more around three. With an early morning meeting with her boss the next day, the urgency to get home was now rather essential.
Passing one of the many brownstones on route to her own, the tall blonde hears a noise which quickly catches her attention. It almost sounded like a scream or shout but wasn't quite clear enough for the hardworking woman to fully make out. Stopping mid stride Alex turns in the direction the sound had come from and tires to pin point what could have possibly made it.
It wasn't as if hearing noises in New York in the middle of the night was so out of the ordinary but for some reason this noise had sent the hairs on the back of Alex's neck straight up. The cold wind sweeps around the ADA's long legs, her choice not to wear tights this morning now biting Alex in the ass.
"HELP!" The Sound repeats only this time loud enough to be understood as a desperate plea. The voice sounded young and instantly has the tired attorney's heart thumping inside her chest with extra speed.
Now able to narrow down just where the call for help had come from a little better, Alex's piercing blue eyes scan the row of brownstones before noticing an ajar front door. The model worthy blonde quickly makes her way towards it when another attempted plea is heard echoing from it.
"PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!" This time the voice sounded defeated and was clearly struggling to overcome the emotions choking it. Even more worryingly though the voice was now without a doubt belonging to a child and a terrified one at that.
'I've got to help them, I can't stand by and do nothing when only god knows what is happening inside..' Alex's inner voice instructs the ADA as she frantically reaches into the large designer bag hanging off of her shoulder for her phone. She was going to help but from her work the blonde wasn't going to rush in there without back up of some kind being on the way.
It is only once Alex reaches the bottom of the stone stair case she notices an all too familiar stain leading in a trail from the open front door. It was obvious even in the darkness of the night that the puddle stains were blood and seemingly a fair amount of it too.
Biting the finger of her leather glove to yank it off in order to operate her phone, Alex throws her bag to the floor. Unsure if anyone dangerous was in the home was the only reason the prosecutor wasn't calling back out to the scared and frantic voice inside but it was getting a much harder urge to resist.
"Yes this is ADA Alexandra Cabot, I need police assistance and a bus to…" Alex speaks in a controlled but firm voice as she checks the number of the brownstone she was stood in front of and about to enter.
After giving the address and explaining the situation she had stumbled on to as quickly as she can, Alex finds herself completely ignoring the operators instructions for the tall blonde to wait for help to arrive.
'I know I should wait, I know that is what any sane person would probably even do but I just can't.' The always self conscious inner voice belonging to the ADA comments as Alex turns the flashlight on her phone on after hanging up and takes in a deep breath, she was doing this no matter what.
With a final look around the otherwise deserted block, nothing but the sharp wind blowing the odd piece of trash and the slight hum of the street lights to be seen or heard. It was two in the morning so it wasn't as though there would be anything else expected but considering what she was about to do, Alex thought she may as well check.
'You're going to need something to defend yourself with Alex encase whoever caused that blood flow is still inside.' The prosecutors mind instructs itself as a now slightly trembling Alex hesitates at the foot of the staircase and rummages through her bag once more.
Finding the small canister she was searching for Alex looks it over and has a mental debate if a can of pepper spray, gifted to her by her well meaning mother a few Christmas's back was really going to be of any use in this situation. Deciding it was better than being completely empty handed the tall blonde slips the spray in to the pocket of her coat and cautiously makes her way up the stone staircase and leans into the ajar front door in order to poke her head around.
Inside the upscale brownstone was pitch black but the trail of blood on the hardwood flooring was easy to spot with the help of the phone's flashlight. Everything seemed to be neat and together, no signs of any struggle or burglary that could be seen at least in the entry way.
With suddenly sweaty palms and a chest tightening by the second Alex spots a lamp on a table near the front door, likely for keys to be discarded on and shoes neatly stacked underneath. In no manner was it an ideal weapon choice but it would pack more of a punch than a tiny can of pepper spray and at least it was within reach without Alex putting herself in more danger. God knows she'd put herself in enough of that already.
Thankfully yanking the lead from its socket was relatively easy and soon the tall, hunched over blonde doing her best impression of a cat burglar was armed.
'What are you going to do with a lamp exactly Alex? Let's hope you can use it to block the bullets that are without a doubt about to be fired at you.' Alex's unhelpful inner voice berates the woman's choice of weapon but what choice did she have?
Deciding to ignore her mind's protests and any logic she may still be holding on to at this point, Alex follows the increasing amount of blood up the stairs of the brownstone to the second floor. Using the torch of her phone as her guide the ADA tentatively takes each step up the staircase which of course had to make as much noise as possible.
At this point Alex could hear the blood rushing in her ears with every beat of her heart as her knees begin to shake with the distinctive feeling this may not have been such a great idea after all.
"HELP ME PLEASE!" The voice screams again this time so much clearer but more desperate and Alex could tell every word was accompanied by tears. Any regret Alex was feeling to do with her choice to enter this house disappears simultaneously as it becomes clear the child calling for help was indeed upstairs.
The voice being that much louder now left no doubt that it belonged to a child and if her experience working with the Special Victims Unit had taught the prosecutor anything, then it likely belonged to a little girl. A possibly injured, terrified and crying little girl.
It was becoming impossible for Alex to remain silent, her instinct was to reassure the small child but years of working so closely with police kept her from doing so. The blonde attorney could not risk it when it was unclear who was in this house and the threat they posed.
"PLEASE!" The young girl's voice calls out once more only this time it was filled with a sense of helplessness, like she didn't believe her pleas were ever going to come to fruition. She was giving up, god only knows how long she had been calling out for at this point and the thought alone causes Alex's heart to plummet.
Alex had dealt with her fair share of young victims in her career as an ADA, all of them traumatized in some way but never had she heard a voice sound so full of utter terror and desperation, not even from an adult.
Now on the second floor of the home, Alex could not only hear the outcries for help from the young girl but the soul destroying sobs which echoed out before and after them. The child was breaking her heart crying and how she was able to suck in enough breath to call out was beyond the prosecutor. One thing the crying did, apart from thaw out the supposed ice queen's heart was guide Alex further along the second floor and towards another ajar door.
'You have to go in there Alex, this girl needs you. Just try and remember what Liv told you about entering a room.' Alex instructs herself within the confines of her mind as she stands straight and steadies herself to make her way into the room where this child's pleas and cries were emanating from.
Alex's blue eyes follow the torch's stream of bright light as the blonde uses her slim frame to her advantage by squeezing through the gap between the door and door frame. As the torch scans the room and lights up the shape of a bed, followed by a small girl on it, any memory of the lesson her lieutenant friend had once given her is completely forgotten.
'What sick person did this? Who could do something like this?' Alex questions silently as her mind attempts to understand just what she was seeing in front of her. Sadly the long time prosecutor knew the type of person capable of this and the answer was gut wrenching, a monster.
Being an ADA for as long as she had and especially working with the Special Victims Unit Alex had been privy to horrendous situations far too many times. This was different though because this time she was being forced to face such sickening horror up close and personal. Normally the case will have been worked, victims dealt with by professionals before Alex would even meet them and the initial depravity nothing more than testimony and crime scene photos.
This time however the long time representative for the justice system was in the position she was used to hearing about from her police friends and colleagues. The stunning blonde had always felt great sympathy and respect while listening to the horror tales that others had faced but nothing in the world could have prepared Alex for actually being in their shoes.
Crystal blue eyes continue to take in the scene in front of them, on the bed was a small figure, almost certainly the young girl whose cries had drawn Alex into the house to begin with. Her thin waist, legs and chest were all being held down on the mattress by what looked to be extremely tight restraints, possibly rope. It was a wonder this poor young girl was able to suck in enough breath to breathe let alone call out for help.
Instinct takes over for a now shaken ice queen as Alex's body moves independently of any thoughts and rushes to the girl's bedside. The sudden movement seems to make enough noise for the young girl to realise she was no longer alone.
"NO PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, I'M SORRY!" The voice frantically pleads as the slight movement she has on the bed she uses to jump nearly out of her skin.
The sound of the fear in the girl's voice rips through the usually composed prosecutor like a chainsaw and kicks Alex into action. Dropping the lamp from her hand to the ground, not thinking about the sudden crash sound it would make, Alex reaches towards the flinching child.
"It's okay sweetheart, I'm here to help you. You don't have to be scared." Alex attempts to assure the traumatised child in what ends up coming out as nothing more than a whisper. To be honest though the blue eyed woman was just shocked she had been able to formulate a single word at this point considering the tight sensation, which was increasing around her heart.
The mixture of a loud crash and an unfamiliar voice, which she had to strain to hear, has the small child letting out a strained scream. Her voice was horse from being in this position for what felt like years, not to mention the constant crying.
"Ah! No, please NO! AH!" The girl's voice jumps with each slight noise around her, she was completely helpless and far too aware of that fact not to be a jolting bag of nervousness and terror.
'Well done Alex, terrify this poor child even worse.' Alex mentally scolds herself as she physically flinches with each of the girl's squeaky screams. The admiration for her police friends was only growing by the second as the attorney is hit head on with what they faced on a daily basis.
Shaking her own thoughts from her mind the ADA reaches out with trembling, delicate hands for the girl's cheeks. The contact of course causes another flinch from both of them but it was all Alex could think to do to try and assure this poor little girl she wasn't going to harm her.
"I promise you I'm not going to hurt you, can you look at me sweetheart? Look, see I'm…" Alex trails off with her reassurances as now she is closer to the child the blonde's blue eyes finally notice this poor little girl is blindfolded as well as restrained.
The blindfold was drenched with tears but tied so tightly around the young girl's head it was a wonder that it hadn't cut off any and all blood circulation. Alex ghosts her fingers across the soaked through material, scared to touch the poor girl again but her heart demanding the prosecutor does something to at least make this child more comfortable, if that was even possible.
"My name is Alex, I work with the police and I'm going to help you okay? Are you hurt anywhere, is there anyone else here with you?" Alex questions as she is unable to help but go in to her lawyer mode and start to ask a thousand and one questions.
The young girl's body which was rigid from fear eases just slightly when she is told Alex works with the police but she is understandably still on a knife's edge. Gulping down the lump of tears, terror and exhaustion the child does her best to respond to this mystery woman's questions.
"My daddy is a policeman, he has a badge." The girl replies with a voice which sounded ready to give up entirely. It was obvious she was next to passing out and weaker than any human should be.
'Her father is a police officer? Oh my god what in the world has happened here?' Alex's inner voice questions as she feels the girl's head go limp in her hands, which had been barely making contact from fear of upsetting the little one.
Reaching behind the girl's head and entangling her fingers through locks of long hair which had been matted and caught within the blindfold Alex blindly attempts to undo the blood restricting knot. It takes the use of her well manicured nails but finally something gives and the blonde ADA is able to remove the drenched cloth from around this poor child's head.
"Okay honey, okay that's good. We got that nasty thing off alright? Can you look at me sweetheart? What's your name, what's your daddy's name?" Alex asks as the light her phone was still shining in to the room as it lies on the floor helps the prosecutor get a final good look at this traumatized child's face.
Her face was red from a mix of the tightness of the blindfold and the tears she had been sobbing for what Alex could only imagine was hours. The little one's hair was long and flowing, a dark brown which matched her eyes as they cautiously begin to squint open so the blonde can make them out. There were two indented lines running across the girl's face both at the top and bottom of where the blindfold had been embedded into her young skin.
Blinking a few times as her eyes are finally exposed to some form of light once again after being pressed inward by the blindfold, the girl starts to make Alex out. It was still an extremely dark room so the pain of the light wasn't too severe thankfully and didn't take too much adjusting. She was clearly exhausted though and struggling to keep herself conscious at this point, the sad truth being it was likely the adrenaline of the fear which had kept her this alert up until now.
There is an awkward silence between the pair as the little brunette clearly contemplates if revealing information about herself was the safe thing to do. Being so drained though left the child with little will to be able to keep quiet and she was just desperate for some form of help, any help.
Sensing the trepidation from this traumatised child Alex cautiously runs her hand down to the girl's nearest hand which was somewhat able to be reached underneath the tightened restraints over her wrists. Looking into those big brown eyes the prosecutor pleads silently for the girl to trust her enough at least to reveal her name.
"I'm…. I'm Savannah." She finally squeaks out, her voice strained and rough from the constant crying she had been doing.
Alex nods her head in understanding and does her best to give the trembling child a smile but considering the situation it doesn't meet her blue eyes which are covered with deep concern.
"Savannah? I really like that name, it's very pretty. Can you tell me your daddy's name?" The ADA presses slightly but is cautious as not to push the barely conscious child into clamming up completely.
"My daddy is Victor, Victor Bruno of precinct one, one, two, NYPD." Savannah reveals, after a shaky intake of breath as if encouraging herself to actually answer with the information that had been drilled in to her ever since she could remember.
Alex's free hand was cautiously feeling around the back of Savannah's head and trying to spot any sign of injury when the girl's words finally make it in to her consciousness. It stops the blonde dead in her tracks and leaves her reeling.
"Victor Bruno, Captain Victor Bruno, he is your daddy?" Alex asks for clarification as her mind struggles to comprehend the information she had just been told.
Softly the tall woman crouched beside the bed runs her fingertips down Savannah's damp and warm cheeks while staring deeply in to her dark orbs while awaiting some kind of answer that will confirm she hadn't misheard or misunderstood.
Alex not only knew Victor but she had worked with him and his team a fair few times in her career, especially early on before she worked more exclusively for SVU. How had she known this man for close to fifteen years and yet never met or even heard about his daughter, was she really that much of an ice queen?
Savannah's eyelids were quickly becoming like led as the adrenaline which had been fuelling her starts to taper out. All she can manage is a very faint nod of her head and fearful look which strangles at Alex's heart like a garrotte.
Sensing she was starting to lose the small brunette, Alex shuffles even closer to the bed frame and delicately runs her hand down Savannah's cheek. The hope was the contact would force the girl to look at her once more instead of allowing those eyelids to fall shut completely.
"Hey no Savannah, I need you to stay with me sweetheart. You're doing amazingly right now but I need to know where your daddy is, do you have any idea?" Alex questions with desperation to her voice which she normally was skilled at keeping all emotion out of.
"He was here when the…. The men… came." Savannah answers with a real effort as all she wanted to do was finally rest.
The shaken ADA nods her head in encouragement that Savannah was continuing to do a fantastic job and absorbs the information which without the young girl realising had revealed more on some of the back ground information of what happened before Alex had walked past on her way home.
"The men? What men Savannah, what can you tell me about them honey? How many of them were there?" Alex asks with a need to know as much as possible but this poor young girl had been through so much she was fading fast.
'Where is the damn back up and EMT's?!' Alex curses within the confines of her frantic mind as worry for this girl's health becomes paramount for the blonde.
"No, I'm sleepy." Savannah murmurs as she shakes her head slightly like a child not wanting to be woken ready to head to school. She was hanging on by a thread and it was sending terror through the ADA's heart like she had never experienced in her life before.
Shaking her head from fear Alex gently holds both of her hands onto Savannah's young cheeks and fights the growing urge within her chest to cry. Alex Cabot didn't cry, at least not in front of anyone else but something about this little girl, this situation was hitting the ice queen directly in her frozen heart.
"I know you are Savannah, I know but I still need your help okay? Come on darling, you can do this just stay awake a little bit longer for me. Please Savannah." Alex speaks softly into the girl's ear before taking a breath and in a moment of desperation pleads with the small brunette.
'To her credit she is trying to keep those beautiful eyes open.' The inner voice of the long term ADA comments as Alex fights to keep her emotions in check just as the sound of sirens outside the home come in clearly and are quickly followed by footsteps rapidly climbing the stone staircase leading into the brownstone.
"Ms Cabot are you okay?! Is anyone injured or in danger?" A voice echoes up from the first floor and Savannah gives up on trying to keep her eyes open and instead clamps them shut from fear and her young body tenses once more under the death like grip of her restraints.
Stroking back some of Savannah's long hair to try and soothe the traumatized child, Alex leans down and just closes her own eyes for a moment. It was a silent plea to whoever may be able to help for the ADA to find the words in this moment and to know just what she should do.
"It's okay Savannah, it's the police. They are going to help us and find out where your daddy is. I just need you to be brave for me and hold on just a little bit longer and we're going to get you out of here. Can you do that for me sweetheart?" Alex whispers her words not wanting to cause the little brunette anymore upset if she could help it.
Savannah blindly and faintly nods her head but her hand which was able to somewhat flex under the restraints reaches for Alex's hand and squeezes with all strength the young brunette has left in her body once she feels the contact be made. It was a silent plea for this kind, blonde haired stranger to stay with her, to not leave her alone in the darkness again.
Alex feels her already aching heart shatter at the actions of this poor little girl and just instantly nods in agreement. Of course Savannah couldn't see the motion but it was instinctive for the prosecutor as she returns the squeeze of the small girl's hand to communicate that she understood and wouldn't be going anywhere. Never in her life before had Alex felt such a strong urge to protect someone else and she wasn't about to let Savannah down any time soon.
"I'm going nowhere Savannah, just … hold my hand as tightly as you need. Stay awake though for me, please sweetheart I really need you to stay awake. Everything will be okay." Alex assures with a strength to her voice that comes from seemingly nowhere but does its job in convincing the terrified, small, brunette whose hand Alex now clasped protectively inside her own.
The sounds of the officers clearing the first floor of the premises echo up to the second floor and Alex realises she needs to respond to them and let them know what is going on, even if she isn't entirely sure herself. Taking in a deep breath and watching as Savannah keeps her eyes tightly skewed shut and a death like grip on the older woman's hand, Alex braces herself and goes in to ADA mode.
"Second floor, second door on the right. We have a child restrained to the bed as the result of a possible home invasion. Her father is Captain Victor Bruno of the one, one, two. Whereabouts unknown. I haven't searched the rest of the house, so assailants may also be hiding." Alex rattles out with her court room voice as it was almost an auto pilot reaction for the prosecutor and a way of dealing with this situation.
Alex looks at Savannah and by the way her eyes are still so tightly skewed shut the blonde can tell she hasn't yet fallen asleep. It was a relief but she knew it wouldn't be something the poor exhausted girl would be able to keep up for much longer.
"Where are those EMT's, this girl needs help, now." Alex shouts out, this time a little louder and with more attitude as her concern for Savannah takes over her behaviour.
'This is a the daughter of a NYPD captain, who did this and why would they go to these lengths? Victor had to be the target here, he just had to be. I truly hope that blood I found doesn't belong to him.' Alex internally attempts to make some sense of the limited information she had so far, once you learn to think that way it was next to impossible to turn off.
The EMT's burst into the room mere seconds later, causing Savannah to jump, well as much as she could when tied so tightly to the bed and so weak. Her small hand jerks to snap away from Alex's grip but the blonde wasn't going to let that happen and so wraps her free hand around the tiny, shaking hand as well as the one Savannah had been squeezing for dear life.
"It's okay Savannah, they are here to help you. I'm here beside you and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you alright?" Alex assures meaning every single word as it falls from her thin lips.
The prosecutor's words are interrupted by the light of the room being switched on. It's like looking directly into the sun for a few moments as Alex squints and recoils from the momentary pain that rips through her eyes. Still keeping her place beside Savannah though and holding her hand, Alex finally allows her blue eyes to open fully and it's only then she sees the dried blood on Savannah and splattered across the mattress she was tied to.
A gasp is all the seasoned ADA can manage as she realises all this time Savannah had been injured and hadn't once let on. The sight of the blood turns Alex's stomach and when she sees the forming bruises, welts and marks across Savannah's upper arms and legs, which were only slightly covered by tattered and ripped jeans, the grown woman nearly gags.
'For the love of god, how did I not see this?!' Alex berates herself as her crystal blue eyes struggle to take in the sight in front of her.
It wasn't as though Alex hadn't seen her fair share of gruesome things in her career but that was always in crime scene photos or healing injuries suffered by a victim, this was new territory for the prosecutor.
The restraints were clearly rope now the lights were on full brightness and they were digging so tightly into Savannah's olive skin it was no doubt that they had at least contributed to the blood. Her clothing was ripped and stained, a jumper which was hanging off of her shoulders with oversized sleeves, rolled up above her wrists by the restricting ropes.
One of the paramedics approaches the bed, his eyes full of concern as he looks the small girl over and for a brief second shares a knowing glance with the blonde ADA still knelt beside the bed and holding Savannah's small hand, which was likely losing feeling by now because of the rope.
"We need to get her free and to the hospital fast Ms Cabot." The paramedic explains the obvious as he tentatively crouches down beside Alex and rips open his bag for something to release the poor girl of her restraints.
Savannah was awake but only barely at this point. Her entire body flinches as she hears something about a hospital but she just isn't strong enough to do much else, not even open her eyes. After everything her young body had been through she was running out of any sort of fight, the very fight which had alerted Alex to her situation and likely saved her young life.
"Hey, hey Savannah it's okay. Remember I said these people were going to help you and get you free? Well, that's what they're going to do now and then take you to the hospital so they can make you feel better." Alex attempts to explain what was happening to the little brunette but all it does is causes Savannah to fight against the restraints from utter fear.
'Way to go Alex, terrify her even more.' Alex mentally chastises herself before she instinctively reaches out and slaps away the paramedic's hand as he reaches out to try and prevent Savannah from hurting herself and further.
"Don't touch her, she's clearly terrified. Just, just let me talk to her." Alex admonishes the paramedic with a steely glare which had sent many a defence attorney whimpering back to their seat with their tail between their legs.
Holding his hands up defensively the paramedic nods in agreement and shimmies back slightly on his knees giving the striking blonde more room. The injured girl was still riving under her restraints with a burst of energy which could only be coming from her fear.
"Savannah, sweetheart you don't have to be scared. I'm still right here next you and guess what you can hold my hand and squeeze it as hard as you want and if they hurt you, just tell me and I swear I will make them stop. I know you're tired honey but if you can just be brave one more time then we can get you somewhere comfortable and you can finally rest." Alex coos tenderly as she uses one hand to gently hold the young girl's shoulder and hopefully stop her movements.
Despite her clear trepidation and trembling body, Savannah lets it known she understands what Alex is saying and agrees by her body relatively relaxing again into the mattress and her hand squeezing the blonde's with a shaky breath exiting her lungs.
Letting out a breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding, Alex nods with relief and just motions for the paramedic to do what he had to do to get this poor little girl free of this cruel torture. Sniffling back the tears which had snuck up on the ADA, the blonde rubs the back of the tanned, little hand which her other hand is being squeezed by.
"That's it Savannah. Just squeeze like that alright? I'm here sweetheart, I'm right here." Alex assures as she breathes out slowly and her blue eyes watch the paramedics move as fast but as safely as they can to cut the ropes which were withholding Savannah and set her free.
'Just get her free from that bed so she can be seen to, please.' Alex pleads within the confines of her own mind as she watches each rope get cut and thrown to the side. They had been tightened so taught as each one is cut the sound is almost like a pluck of a string on an instrument.
The marks left behind on Savannah's tanned skin were deep and raw, the blonde could only imagine the pain it was causing this brave little girl but Savannah wasn't letting on above squeezing Alex's hand with all the strength she has remaining.
Once all the ropes are cut the paramedics grab the gurney and move to transfer the weak and badly battered child over but they were clearly cautious seeing how utterly terrified this little brunette was. As they look to Alex for permission, the prosecutor just gulps and blinks back unshed tears which were now swimming within her crystal orbs.
"Savannah, you're free now honey. The paramedics need to take you to the hospital now though so a doctor can make all this pain go away and clean you up. Will you let them lift you onto a special bed to take you down to the ambulance?" Alex asks trying to give this poor child as much control as possible in this situation because she'd had all control taken away from her for too long.
Savannah cringes with every word the ADA speaks but was too weak to fight and so lets her head ever so faintly nod. A whimper escapes her lungs though as Alex moves to stand from her knelt position on the hardwood flooring of the bedroom. It's a noise that slices through the supposed ice heart of Alex Cabot and brings the blonde right back down with a thud.
"Don't… leave…. Alex, please." Savannah's voice is as quiet as can be but that doesn't stop every word hitting the prosecutor like a freight train and sends her heart into a missed beat.
Alex had never known an urge or feeling so strong in her life before but before her brain gets the chance to even contemplate the child's desperate, begging words the tall blonde is shaking her head and stroking some locks back from Savannah's head.
"I'm not leaving you, I'm going to be by your side the entire time. I promise." Alex assures in a voice she almost doesn't recognise as seemingly that is all Savannah needs to hear before she nods once more and allows the paramedics to transfer her to the gurney.
Alexandra Cabot didn't make promises in her life unless she intended to keep them and this promise was the one she would keep come hell or high water.
FYI: Casey makes her debut in the next chapter, encase anyone actually wants to see a next chapter.
Eek, there we go. My first chapter of Law & Order SVU fan fiction down. It was long I know but I do write long chapters and truth be told they will only get longer the further along I get with this story.
I write long chapters for a few reasons mainly because I can never seem to get what I want to have written out in anything short. Also I like to have time to really write my chapters, get the emotions of the characters and the situations so they become immersive (at least I try to do these things haha) and that means I don't update every few days it normally takes weeks and sometimes a month (only if I get to twenty thousand words a chapter, which is what another of my stories is at currently so yeah, I guess I'm kind of crazy). Because of the wait between chapters I want to give you all something substantial that will hold you over and not leave you hanging around with nothing to digest. Please don't get me wrong though, I do everything in my power to get each chapter I write for any of my stories out as fast as humanly possible but I never want to rush and then put something out that isn't all that good or lets any of you down. I write this for you all to enjoy and I really give each chapter I write everything I have to hopefully ensure that.
Now I just want to say in advanced, thank you to those of you who take the time to read this story of mine. I truly hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. An even bigger thank you goes to those of you who leave me a review (If any of you are kind enough to do so). I really cannot tell you how helpful having feedback is to me. Knowing what you think, feel, want to see, suspect, don't want to see, so on and so forth is priceless information for me as it means I can hopefully create something for you that you will continue to really enjoy. (Or begin to enjoy whatever the case may be)
Also please never feel shy in telling me any ideas you may have, I can't promise I will do them but if I like them and I can work them in (maybe with some tweaks here and there) then I damn sure will and happily so. Like I said I really want to create something you will enjoy reading and the more ideas to make that happen, truly the better.
So you may have noticed I have a tendency to go on too much, I'll save you more of my rambling and just say until next time stay safe, happy and well ;;'x