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The Long Fall Boots Work


It was a quiet day at the 1-16 precinct. Everyone was relaxing in the squad-room, enjoying the not-so busy work day. With a high-stressed inducing job like the ones the detectives had, it was nice to have days like this.

It was the perfect way to end a long week for Elliot. That weekend, he would be taking Lizzie to Aperture Science's convention. No rape, no homicides, nothing to make him feel like the world was a horrible place.

That's when he heard a sigh come from Olivia.

"It's been two years," she said. Elliot raised an eyebrow, unsure of what the detective was talking about.

"Two years since…" he started. Olivia looked him straight in the eye. There was a certain sorrow in her brown eyes.

"Alex was shot," she said, semi-quietly. Elliot processed the information, and nodded. It was hard to believe it. It seemed like so long ago. He hated to say it, but Alex seemed like a distant memory. He had adjusted to working with her replacement, Casey Novak. He could sleep over it, knowing Alex was safe it Witness Protection.

Olivia, on the other hand, was a different story. She had been very close the prosecutor, and her "death" had really his partner. When Alex came back for a few days, six months ago, Olivia had a certain joy to her.

"I'm sure she's fine, Liv," Elliot said, trying to comfort his partner, "She's in Witness Protection. What could she possibly do to put her life in danger?"

Olivia smiled at her partner's words.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I guess you're right."

Alex had more common sense than anyone she had ever known. Elliot was right. She was probably happily enjoying a relaxing cup of tea, reading a book. Olivia remembered how Alex had told her how boring life was in the Witness Protection Program. Who was to say that it would be any different?


It had finally happened. Her life was finally put in a state of actual danger. This had to have happened two days before she was supposed to go to Manhattan.

"Target acquired," the small, child-like robot voice said, and began firing. Alex sat behind the small piece of bullet proof glass, her knees tucked into her chest. She could feel the pounding of the bullets, as they attempted to rip through the glass.

This had all started, when Cave Johnson wanted her to overlook some tests with him. She had reluctantly agreed. He told her to meet him in testing room 678, and this is where it got her.

She could still remember opening that door, expecting to find Cave and some scientists overlooking a test. Instead, she found herself in a small room. The alarm bells should have gone off, when she saw a testing dummy hung in the middle of the room, in front of a small sheet of glass.

She figured she had come into the wrong room, when a small white robot was suddenly wheeled out. It looked like a stretched out egg with bug legs, and had a single red eye that emitted a red laser pointer. That laser had directed itself at her. As if the thing was staring at her. It would be quite cute, actually, if it wasn't for the sinking feeling in Alex's stomach that something bad was about to happen

"Target acquired," it said, in an small, adorable child like voice. Suddenly, the sides of the robot opened themselves. She had known, from her experience working for Aperture, that it was about to do something life threatening. Tests at the facility had a tendency to not go well for humans.

As fast as she could, she hurled herself behind the glass, just as the robot began to rapidly fire bullets, as if it was some kind of mega machine-gun. She could feel herself visibly pale. What the hell was that thing?

The robot was taken away through the room, and she felt relieved. Was that it?

The moment she thought that, another, simpler robot had replaced it.

"Target acquired," it said again, and began to fire at the glass.

The cycle seemed to repeat itself. Over, and over, the small white robots were brought in the room, and fired. It was absolutely terrifying. She comforted herself with the fact that, if she was going to die, it would be quick.

How long had it been, she wondered. It must have been hours. Possibly even days. At least, that's what it felt like. She had to give her life as Caroline one thing, at least it wasn't boring.

That was when a different robot was wheeled in. It was the same as the white gun-firing ones in design, only it was black.

"Target acquired!" It said excitedly, in a much deeper voice. Where the white robot's voice was high and child-like, this was deeper, more manly.

The robot repeated it's predecessor's action of opening it's sides and pointing guns at her. However, bullets didn't come out. Nothing did. Alex took a deep breath. Was that it? Was this one not working.

She got her answer when the little black robot exploded. It went with a loud bang, and Alex cringed from behind the glass. She didn't know if it was defective, or it was supposed to do that.

A white robot quickly took its place, beginning the terrifying experience yet again. They just kept coming, and coming, and coming.

There had to be some way she could get out of this. Some way she could live to see Manhattan. Some way she could not die in a horrible lab accident. Her mind was racing, the logic of her brain be hindered by her fear.

Maybe if she was to stop the cycle. If she was to figure out a way she could stop the robot in its tracks, she could make a dash for the door.

All she had was a clip-board. How could she stop a robot with a clip board, was the question. The only thing she could think of to do, would be throw the thing over the glass, and hope to hit the robot in a way that would shut it down.

She took a deep breath. It was a better plan that just sitting there.

The next robot came, and Alex turned to face it. Her arm was shaky, but she didn't focus on that. As hard as she could, she threw the clip-board over the glass.

The clip board went hurdling over, and with a stroke of luck, it hit the robot directly. It was been enough to knock it down.

"Ah! No! What's going on? What's going on?" The robot said in a panic, rapidly firing straight into the air. Alex took deep breath. It's voice was so child like and polite sounding. It sounded like it was in pain. If she wasn't so afraid that a bullet would ricochet off the wall and kill her, she'd feel sorry for it.

The, the firing stopped.

"I don't blame you…" it had said, before shutting down. Alex blinked. She felt like she had just killed a puppy. A machine gun wielding, deadly puppy. Was it safe to run now?

The lights of the room suddenly went dark, and the door from which she came opened, to reveal Cave.

"Caroline!" He called at her, "Run-on over here! Before the testing starts again."

She didn't need to be told twice. Her legs shaking, she ran to safety. She hitched onto Cave's arm, and he shut the door.

She took a sigh of relief. That was absolutely terrifying. That experience in there scared her more than the fact the Colombian drug cartel had placed a bounty on her head.

"You're still getting lost here, huh Caroline?" Cave asked, laughing slightly. Alex clenched her fists, to shaken to come up with a response. She wanted to say something like "clearly" or "shouldn't you put warnings on the doors" or something to that matter. However, doing so required not being too terrified to speak.

She just nodded.

"That was very resourceful thinking, Caroline," Cave said, "I thought for sure you'd become Swiss cheese. You're more than just a pretty face, that's for sure. What did you think of the turrets?"

He had just asked her what she had thought of the robot that had nearly killed her.

"Terrifying," her voice croaked. Cave laughed heartily, something that was common for him.

"I guess that means they're successful!" he responded, "except the voice thing didn't really work. That's why I wanted to show you the, Caroline. That was supposed to be your voice."

Alex blinked. That was the robot that her voice was supposed to come out of? That child-like, polite little voice was supposed to be her?

"That's the robot you used my voice for?"

"It's supposed to be your voice," Cave replied, "Lab boys clearly screwed it up. We can fix it, though."

Alex remembered back to the robot's dying moments, how it meekly said, "I don't blame you," as it shut down.

"That's alright," Alex smiled, "its fine the way it is. Don't change it."

"If you insist," Cave said, putting a hand on her shoulder, "I have one more test I'd like to show you. It'll tell you one thing, it's certainly a fun one!"

Alex raised her eyebrow. She didn't think she could handle any more testing that day.

However, Cave wasn't going to give her a chance to decline the offer, as he led her to the next room.

He had lead her down the corridors, up a few flights of stairs, and finally into a room. The entire time, he was talking about science.

The room he had taken her to was small, filled with chairs and control panels. However, it was covered with Windows, where they could see a giant testing chamber. Alex's eyes widened. She guessed the chamber she was looking into had to be at least three stories.

"You're going to like this one, Caroline," Cave said, "Long fall boots. No matter how far you fall, or how fast, they will protect you."

Alex sighed. This was sure to be a disaster. No doubt about it. She was about to see some poor person become a puddle.

Cave grabbed a microphone, and Alex assumed that it would announce something to the test chamber outside.

"Alright, test subject. When you're ready."

Alex peered out the window, and saw the figure of a person standing on an edge. It looked like the occasional scene back in New York, when somebody threatened to jump off a building. In fact, the only difference was, now they were being paid.

Alex felt her heart skip, when she saw the person jump. Her mind screamed to close her eyes, but she just couldn't. It was like watching a car accident about to happen. She couldn't look away.

The person landed, and Alex instinctively winced. However, it was unneeded. The test subject was unharmed. She blinked. Had she just seen that? Had that person actually just jump from that high, and land perfectly fine.

"It works!" Cave exclaimed, "The Long Fall Boots work!"

Alex took in a deep breath, as the people of the room cheered. She saw the person out in the test chamber do a small victory dance, happy at their survival.

"Wow," was all she could get herself to say. That test might have made history. Everything she knew about science told her that the test- subject should be dead.

She couldn't help but grin. She still despised the testing Aperture did.

However, that was pretty cool.


This was a more Alex/Portal centric chapter (since that's who the stories about), but the next one will definitely be more SVU centered. Is there any other pairings you guys would like to see? Just wondering.
And, there are turrets in this chapter! Yay! Oh, turrets, how I love the and all your adorableness.
Also, since I know I have some readers who are not as familial with Portal, please, please, please let me know if there was something you did not understand.

Kimblee Whitehead, we're done here.