A/N: I don't own any of the "Law & Order" characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
A continuation to chapter one, taking place post the "Rubber Room". Sorry because it's short.
It was a seemingly quiet corner, away from the crowd. You could barely even hear the music in there. Most of the people had left by that point anyway. It was already pretty late.
Anita stared at the number on her phone screen, contemplating her decision. She couldn't really think of what to say, decide how much she needed to say, if anything at all. Would Olivia be awake? She worked late often but still...
Anita still felt a mixture of relief anc uncertainity, happiness and melancolny. But, eventually, she took a deep breath, called the number, and pressed the phone against her ear.
One ring. Two.
And then she heard Olivia's voice, tired but clear and polite. "Hi", she said sweetly. She must have seen the caller ID.
"Hi", Anita said, a small smile tingling at her lips. She looked around the room, still trying to find the right words. She took a deep breath. "So... I got a call. From the clinic."
Olivia shifted in her chair, feeling something ache in her chest. "Really?", she exclaimed. "What did they say?"
Anita sighed, her smile widening. "I... I'm, well, cured. For now, anyway."
Olivia felt her jaw go slack, her face blushing. She felt a thrill rushing through her body. "Anita, that's great! I'm so glad to hear that!"
Anita nodded her head. That all still felt unreal to her. "Yeah. I just hope it all goes well from here."
"You tried. You managed. You just have to continue." She rubbed her chin. "And those girls have been tracked down. They haven't been harmed. "Fighter Boy" is going down on child pornography charges."
Anita took a glance at the door before she continued. "I would have invited you, but you mentioned having to work a lot on that case and it wasn't really certain will there be a party, really, so..."
Olivia smiled again. "It's OK. I'm just glad to know you're fine."
Anita sighed, feeling herself relax even more. She did feel tired though. "Thank you", she said, then remained silent for a moment. "Hear from you later."
Olivia leaned back in her chair. "Sure."
And then the call ended. Anita stared at the phone for a few moment, feeling her fingers tremble.
She shuddered as she heard the sound of the near by door opening. She looked in that direction and saw Frank standing in the doorway, a comforting look on his face. "Anita, few more are leaving", he said softly. "You should go, say "Hi"."
Anita smiled, shoving the phone down her pocket. "I will."
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A few hours later, that night, Olivia put the rest of the files in the drawer, then turned her computer off. She rubbed her eyes, the back of her hear feeling almost completely numb.
She took a look at her phone screen and felt herself smiling, before shr carefully tucked the phone into her purse and left, passing by the few staff members and a janitor who were still at the precinct.
Anita was cured, Anita was happy, and Anita was her friend.
