Hello! I'm back again. Here we go……
Alex returned to her home after Katrina and Olivia left the station. She felt so useless not being able to help with the investigation. The US Marshals had her under 24-hour protection. She didn't like it but she knew that they just wanted to make sure she and Antonio are safe. After all, it was her that Velez wanted. Give one life to save another. Right now, her concerns were of Casey. She couldn't even begin to imagine what she was going through. She had to think positive.
Alex's thoughts process was interrupted when she heard laughter. She looked in the direction of the voices and saw Antonio in the kitchen with John. They were making ice cream sundays. She was grateful to have John in their lives. He was a good role model to Antonio. Alex was lying down on the couch watching television. She got up and walked over to join them in the kitchen.
"I want lots of chocolate chips on my sunday!" Antonio was very excited about making his own sunday that he overloaded it with many different toppings. Alex smiled and tilted her head trying to make out what exactly he put on his ice cream.
"Wow that is probably one of the biggest sundays I have ever seen." Alex said as she ran her hand through Antonia's hair messing it up a little. She made eye contact with John and he smiled. John had been spending a lot of time with them. More than he had to. He had become part of their family. He wasn't much younger than her. He spent many nights at the house. Sleeping in his own room that is.
He finished putting the final touches on his sunday . "Master Piece!" Alex laughed. "Would you like the first bite?"
"Tempting, but I think I am going to skip desert and go up stairs and take a nap." Alex planted a kiss on top of Antonio's head before heading out of the kitchen. She stopped by her wine cooler and grabbed a warm bottle of cabernet sauvignon and a wine glass. When Alex arrived at her bedroom, she noticed that he phone was blinking. Alex changed into her nightgown and got into bed. She poured herself a glass of wine and grabbed her phone. It was a message from Olivia. They had someone in custody and they were about to begin interrogation. Olivia was Alex's best friend. It was hard for her to enter witness protection. Leaving the life she had behind. Making everyone believe she had not survived the shooting.
She couldn't even attend her own mother's funeral. Her thoughts drifted back to that night. The look on Elliot's and Olivia's face when she stepped out of the black SUV. It broke her heart to see the pain she put her friends through, especially Elliot. She and Elliot had grown close over her time with SVU. They never pursued a relationship. She sent Olivia a message. Alex placed her phone back on her nightstand. Sleep was what she needed right now. There was no use in fighting it.
Katrina stood at the two-way mirror watching James Macavoi sitting nervously at the table. Elliot walked up next to her. She didn't turn to look at him. "This our guy?" Elliot asked her. All she did was nod her head. Elliot opened the door and stepped into the interrogation room followed closely by Olivia. Elliot tossed a manila folder down on the table and pictures spilled out of it.
James picked up one of the photos and looked at it closely. "Your finger prints were found on those photos of Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak."
James looked up at Olivia. "Assistant District Attorney?" his voice trembled.
"What? You didn't know?" Elliot asked as he stood behind James. James shook his head. "The woman you took pictures off. These pictures" Elliot spread the photos out on the desk for James to see clearly. "Pictures of her beaten and tied up." Elliot pointed to Casey. "She is an Assistant District Attorney."
"I..I didn't know. I thought she looked familiar. But I didn't ask questions. I was paid to take the pictures to your station." James said. "I didn't know."
"Who paid you?" Olivia asked.
"I never met the man. He called me and told me to pick up the photos from a park bench in central park. I needed the money." James said as he ran his hands through his hair. "I just needed the money."
"You have a bad addiction, don't you James?" Elliot said as he pulled a chair up to James. He sat down and looked directly at James. "Help yourself. Arrange a meeting."
Casey was sitting up in bed eating soap. She looked at the man who has been so nice to her. He cleansed her wounds, made sure she was getting enough food and water. She wondered why though. He looked at her and noticed that she had stopped eating. "Are you finished?"
"I was wondering. What is your name?" Casey asked him. She didn't remember if he had told her his name. Come to think of it, she didn't remember most of the recent events.
"Hector." He was about to speak again but his phone rang. "What?—Where?---10 minutes." He hung up the phone and walked over to Casey. "Get some rest, I will be back to check up on you." He took the bowl away from Casey and placed it on the table. He didn't say another word to her and left the room. Casey glanced around and saw that the windows had bars on them. Why did the windows to his room have bars on them? Was he a prisoner as well? So many unanswered questions. Casey was gaining her strength back slowing. She closed her eyes and slowly started drifting back to sleep. She will fight her way out of here…soon.
