Walking Past
Summary: Olivia visits Alex's grave a year after she "died".
Notes: Challenge 2, prompt 2 on LJ community evenangels.
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Spoilers: "Loss"
Seven floors, a thousand steps: That's how long it feels like to get to your apartment. Couldn't you have gotten an apartment in a building with an elevator?
Well, that's how long it felt.
Damn it, Alex, why did you have to be so stubborn? The case against Zapata was weak. You didn't need to stay on it. You shouldn't have.
You know, the scene still burns fresh in my memory. Everything. The shots being fired, seeing you unconscious and bleeding, your blood on my hands. To this day, it haunts me.
I know you're alive. You "died" a year ago to this day, but you're not dead. You're out there somewhere.
I just wish I knew where.
God, Alex, there's so much I want to tell you. I want to know about you. I still worry about you. Did he find you? Are you safe?
Casey Novak. That's the woman who replaced you. As far as ADAs go, she's decent enough. She redid your office. I can barely remember how you had it.
I can't remember which fabric softener you used. It smelled nice. I searched every drugstore in Manhattan. I can't find it, Alex. I don't even remember the smell.
I walk further into the cemetery. Your tombstone is feet away from me. Do you have any idea how chilling that is? As I place the flowers (dandelions, your favorite) down in front of the tombstone, I shed a tear.
I miss you, Alex.
Love is a walking past.