Ch. 4

Author's Note: Hey guys. I'm getting great reviews for this story. Keep em coming they're encouraging me to continue the story :D This is kind of a short chapter just showing where Alex is three years after her break up with Liv. I'm on break now so I'll be uploading chapters like a crazy person. 3

Alex's POV

I've been out of witness protection for three years. Nothing is the same. I don't even feel like Alex Cabot anymore. I feel like I'm still pretending to be Emily, or Maria, or whoever. I'm just not Alex Cabot anymore. I barely answer to my own name even. I hesitate to sign my name on legal papers because I feel like a liar.

Every time I get called down to the precinct I cringe. Olivia can't even look at me I'm so horrible. She just shakes her head and walks away. Most of my talking is with Elliot or Fin or Cragen. I can't even remember the last time we said anything to each other after the break up.

Monday morning I haven't even been sitting at my desk ten minutes and I get a call. They need me down at the precinct. Lately I've been getting so irritated with this job. Everyday for one reason or another I have to pull those detectives out of hot water, or fix a screw up of there's. I'm a prosecutor not a damn babysitter. They should be able to do their jobs without my needing to fix every single thing.

I run out of my office and press the elevator button a million times. I have no patience today. The elevator doors open up and I go inside. There's another woman a red head who's busy staring at the floor. She looked like she was going to be sick.

Four hours later I finally finished fixing the detective messes, and I head back to my office. The secretary hands me a note from McCoy asking me to see him immediately. I crumble up the paper and get back on the elevator.

"you've got to be joking. I can't be a supervisor. I've already got work up to my neck." I tell McCoy.

He wants me to be a supervisor for a returning ADA. Apparently she'd been censured.

"Alex you don't have a choice. I chose you because you're amazing at what you do. I also chose you because lately your work has been lacking the passion you once had. You use to be Alex Cabot the unstoppable. Look, you need something to get your mind off what ever's been bothering you lately. This will do you good."

I'm already cleaning up after the detectives on a daily basis, now my ass is on the line for some careless ADA who's been on censure for three years.

After the long day I head home to my empty lonely apartment. I kick my shoes off in the front hall, then toss my bag on the kitchen table. I consider ordering Chinese, but discard the idea. The refrigerator is empty except a carton of orange juice, a water bottle, and one other bottle. A bottle of wine. I hadn't had a drink in a week. I promised myself I wouldn't, and that bottle was for guests. Who was I kidding the last guest I had here was my cousin, and that was over a year ago when she was passing through the city and needed a place to sleep.

Today was stressful, and long, and I was tired. A little wine wouldn't hurt. Right? Just a sip to take the edge off. I had done away with all my wine glasses so I had to pour the drink into a coffee mug.

I started thinking of the person I'd be supervising. Censure was no walk in the park. Three years and McCoy was hiring them back that's a miracle, but having a supervisor is just down right humiliating.

"to you whoever got the shit deal of being supervised by me." I make a toast holding up my mug.

I take a sip of the dark red liquid and feel guilty instantly, but out of habit I'm pouring more wine in.

"and may all your wishes come true." I softly say before taking another sip.