Here is another chapter. Im on a roll
Olivia and Elliot went to work the next day at the court house for the start of Trevor Langan's trial. Alex was still in the hospital, the doctors did not want to release her until they knew for sure that she would not lapse back into a coma, since they were not optimistic when she was, and they said it was a miracle she was even back with the land of the living in the first place.
They were simply going over whether Langan was competent to stand trial, and due to the fact that he had Multiple Personality Disorder, the likelihood was very slim.
Casey was heading up this case and she wasn't really feeling it. This was her first major high profile case that she was sitting in first chair.
The squad was there supporting them, Olivia, Elliot, Much, Fin, and Cragen.
"I don't know if I can do this alone, I really need Alex." Casey said turning to them as they brought in Langan.
Munch pulled her into a hug and tried to encourage her. "You can do it, Casey, we need you to this. Alex needs this."
"I know, Thank you." He kissed her forehead and released her as soon as the judge banged her gavel.
"This court is now in session. State of New York v. Trevor Langan. Charges are Attempted Murder in the Second Degree, and Aggravated Assault in the Second Degree. Counselors?"
"Casey Novak for the state."
"William Buchanan for the defense."
"Let's hear it." The judge said.
"We are not disputing that Trevor Langan was a good lawyer, but recently that all changed. Three weeks ago, on the morning of their one year anniversary, Trevor Langan, brutally assaulted his girlfriend Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot in her courthouse office, just before her first case was about to start. Evidence 1-16 are pictures of what this assault did to Miss Cabot. Evidence number 17, is the engagement ring he intended to give her that night, instead throwing on her after his assault.
"As a result of the assault, Alex Cabot was in a coma for the three weeks, as of yesterday she has finally regained consciousness, and until the doctors release her, that is where she will remain."
"Anything else, Miss Novak?" The judge asked.
"No, your honor."
"Defense?"
"We wish to enter a plea of Not Guilty by reason of mental disease or defect."
"On what grounds?" asked the judge.
"Mr. Langan has Multiple Personality Disorder diagnosed by NYPD's very psychiatrist, from the FBI. Dr. Huang has assessed Mr. Langan thoroughly and out of the five personality's sharing one mind. One by the name Jackson Walker, has confessed to the crime on tape. I recommend that this trial not go forward. I recommend that Langan be put away until such time as he is ready to stand trial."
"The state has no objections. However we request that Mr. Langan be put under maximum security protection."
"No objections with you on that, Counselor. My ruling is that Mr. Langan be placed at Rikers Maximum Security Psych Ward until such time when he is ready to stand for these charges." The judge banged her gavel, and Olivia watched as the Bailiff went to the Defense's side and attempted to take Langan.
He grabbed the bailiff's gun and turned it to the back of the room. Olivia looked back and saw Alex standing there. "ALEX!"
Three shots rang out and she dropped to the floor and Elliot covered Olivia, all while pulling his gun out and shooting Langan five times in the chest.
Langan fell backwards and the bailiffs gun fell five feet from his hand. People were scattering out the doors and one bailiff was getting off of the judge, from protecting him. Elliot got off of Olivia just quick enough to notice the bullet wound in her upper arm. "Livia, shit."
"I'm okay, I'm tired of getting shot." He helped her up with her good arm, and tore the arm of her shirt so that he could tie it around the wound and keep pressure on it till they got to the hospital.
She looked back and. saw Alex on the floor against the wall crying. Olivia, careful of her arm, walked over to her. "Alex?"
"I didn't want to believe it, he was always so nice to me, and so loving, it didn't seem real, when you said it. Are you hit?" She asked finally looking up.
"Yeah, I'm alright."
"Go get it checked. The baby. Think about the baby." Alex said lightly.
"Come with me?"
"I'm going to stay and make sure everything gets cleaned up here."
"Okay, I'll call later alright?" Olivia asked getting up. All Alex could do is nod her head and head to the front of the room where medical personnel had arrived to check all the people.
Elliot led Olivia with two EMT's out to an ambulance and then to the hospital.
"Hurt?"
"Starting too." Olivia said, holding her arm.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and she leaned into him, allowing to be held while they travelled to the hospital.
The hospital was bustling with activity and Olivia was placed on the gurney and rolled in to a room. After some visual of her wound and a quick ultrasound of the growing fetus inside her, they began to stitch her up. She had to endure some local pain relievers, and she alwys knew those never really worked. She held Elliot's hand as the doctor stitched her arm up. She winced in pain as the needle stitched the flesh together.
"Alright, that should do it. I really wish you had someone that could stay with you tonight, in case the wound doesn't stay closed." The doctor said lightly. Olivia simply held up Elliot's hand, and laid their hands back onto the bed. "Ok, that works. Your are discharged, here is some extra gauze pads and tape to keep it clean, and keep it in the sling."
With a groan, Olivia nodded, and got up with the help of Elliot. He took her good hand and held it all the way down to the car.
"Elliot?"
"Yeah, I'm tired."
"Let's get you home and I'll help you get to bed." He smiled.
"Thank you." She laid her head against the window and dozed off as he tried gently to get to her apartment. But in New York, driving gently was very difficult. Thankfully Olivia was tired enough she didn't care.
They reached her apartment and Elliot turned to Olivia, he didn't want to wake her up, but he had too. "Liv?"
"Hmm…El?"
"We are at your apartment, want me to carry you?"
"No, I think I can make it." She opened the door and climbed out of the truck. He ran around to meet her, and she took his arm.
Once inside, she made a beeline for the bedroom, and starting taking all her stuff off and placing them on the bedside table. Taking off her boots, she laid down and Elliot came to her side, and covered her with the blanket. "I'll go out here on the couch, if you…"
"No, stay here, please." She took his hand, and squeezed it giving him reassurance.
"Okay, give me a second." She released him and watched him take off his shirt. She moved over so that He could lay next to her.
He does, and she drapes her bad arm gently over his chest. He wraps his arm around her and they fall asleep, listening to each other breathe.
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