Disclaimer: Not mine. Still. So sad.
Author's Note: Well, thank you all for your fantastical reviews! I'm throwing in a bit of a loop with Antonio because I really don't know exactly how to write him in with Alex, Liv and Jayden for the rest of the story. But no worries, he's not dying or anything. In fact, I'm bringing back an old friend to help us out with that situation.
Alex's POV
Home.
Home is such a foreign concept to me now. Jayden and Antonio, that's the only thing I recognize as a sign of home. And Olivia. So I guess New York is home, still. No, not still, again.
It isn't until I choke out a sob that I realize I'm crying and I feel Jayden's little arms wrap around my waist.
"Mommy? What's the matter?" I'm sobbing so hard I can't answer him so he looks to Hammond and frowns, "What happened Hammy?"
Agent Hammond frowns at the nickname and I bite back a smile. He glances at me and I give him a small nod. "You, your mother and Antonio are going to New York, Jayden. Where your mother and Antonio lived before you were born. Where your other mother lives."
Oh shit! I didn't know he was going to say that! Jayden has seen pictures of Liv, he knows she's his mother. I tell him stories about her all the time, the children she's saved, the women she's helped, the men she's put away. I keep the gruesome details to myself, he's too young for that, but I tell him she's a hero.
But the one thing he doesn't know is that she's alive. Ironic, I know, since I'm the one who is supposedly dead, but I didn't know what to tell him when he asked why he never saw his other mommy, so I said she was dead.
He looks at me with confusion etched into his chocolate brown eyes and murmurs, "Mommy? What's Hammy talkin' about? Mommy 'Livia is an angel."
God, I'm an idiot.
Olivia's POV
I got the call at 3 in the morning. The whole Columbian cartel had been taken out. I saw the bodies in the morgue myself.
I cried when I heard Hammond's voice on the end of the line. I cried when Melinda smiled at me over the body of the ringleader. I cried when I looked at the picture of Alex on my bedside table. I cried harder than I ever had in my life when I looked at the picture Alex had sent me under the alias name of Lexi Benson. It was the one picture I had of my son, two days old in his mother's arms.
I've never cried that much in my life.
Laying in my bed now, I smile at the azure blue walls that Alex painted mere months before she left. She loved that color, I did too. Matches her eyes.
My phone rings and I lazily reach over and pick it up, nothing could break my spirit now, not even a new case.
"Benson."
"Hey Liv. We still on for dinner tonight?"
Fuck.