Again, I know this one's crazy short, but I thought it stood best alone. For this chapter and the next, allow a slight suspension of disbelief. I know in real life, Alex would not be able to prosecute this case because of the clear conflict of interest. Allow me some poetic license here.

I have half a mind to rush into the interrogation room and ask Alex what the hell she's doing, but another part of me is morbidly curious, so I stand there watching, wanting to know how this will play out, even though I know even as I do it that I shouldn't.

She looks just as put together as ever, dressed in a no-nonsense business suit, not one strand of blonde hair out of place. I can tell she's trying not to tremble, but the glare she's giving him (which has reduced many murderers and rapists to quivering blobs of jelly) doesn't faze him in the slightest.

"Hello, Lexi," he says calmly after a silence that seems to last forever.

"That's not my name," she snaps, folding her arms.

He looks disappointed. "Since when?"

"Since I was born. My name is Alexandra, but my friends call me Alex."

"Fine then, Alex."

"Alexandra to you," she fires at him.

I smile to myself. Point one for Alex.

"What happened to my sweet little girl?" he asks, almost sadly.

"You destroyed her," Alex says quietly. "When she was just four years old. You hurt her in ways she didn't even understand. And she blamed herself. But not anymore."

"Lexi, I –"

But the clicking of Alex's heels stops him as she stalks from the room. She doesn't even look surprised to see me standing on the other side of the glass. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, actually, I did. You really gave it to him, Alex," I reply.

She manages a small smile. "I'm really going to give it to him in court. This is nothing."

And just like that, Alex Cabot is back.

Or is she? How is she going to deal with facing her father in court? Will she be able to go through with it? Review to find out!