Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Spoilers: None

A/N: For starters, let me say that I'm sorry that it took so long to get this up. College has been hell. So, perhaps it's time to get this trial over so our ladies can get to the benefit. What do you all say? Happy reading.

Chapter 10

Lena took a calming breath as she sat on the first bench behind the Prosecution's table, trying to will herself to calm down. Though Wednesday had been rejuvenating for Alex and Olivia, who had found the perfect dresses for Saturday night, the trial was today, only a day later; as the key witnesses in the trial, they should've been here, but they were running late. Liz took a seat next to her.

"Anything?" she asked as she turned to look at her lover, who was putting away her cell.

Liz shook her head, "No answer on Alex's home, cell or office phone. Don is having Stabler check Olivia's phone."

"Your Honor," Trevor Langan spoke from the Defense's table, where he sat with Rosenfield, "the People's witnesses are over twenty minutes late, and my client deserves a quick and speedy trial. I move to dismiss the char…"

Before he could finish, the back doors opened, and Elliot headed towards the Prosecution's table, "They're on their way, Langan," he turned to address Judge Seligman, "There was a problem with Detective Benson's alarm clock." From the corner of his eye, he saw Liz and Lena exchange a look.

Judge Seligman nodded, "How far are they?"

"About 10 minutes, Your Honor," Elliot replied.

"Motion to dismiss the charges is denied. We'll take a 20 minute recess," he said before the sound of the gavel filled the room.

^.^

Alex sighed as she sat in the passenger's seat, glancing out the window as Olivia drove, heading to the courthouse. Sure, she expected to be a little tired, but not so much that she wanted to crawl back into bed. Her mind strayed back to late last night.

Stepping into the detective's apartment, the ADA slipped off her shoes and allowed the brunette to take her jacket. Liz and Lena had agreed that they should keep their shopping bags so they didn't go peeking. It sounded foolish at the time, but considering that they'd been taken into separate stores to pick out their dresses, it made more sense.

"It's best to keep it a surprise," Petrovsky had said with a wink as she dragged Alex the opposite direction of Liz and Olivia, "Now, come along, Alexandra."

"What are you thinking about," Olivia asked as she came up behind her, offering a small glass of red wine.

"We're not supposed to drink with our meds," She responded as she turned but couldn't resist taking the glass from her fingers. A jolt of electricity ran through her body as their fingers touched. She took a small sip before walking over to the couch.

As she sat (carefully so she didn't aggravate her ribs) Olivia took root next to her, "The trial's supposed to start tomorrow."

Turning her head sharply, she frowned, "Tomorrow?"

"I heard Donnelly on the phone with the Captain when we were getting my dress. Casey got the indictment. Langan's on defense. 9 a.m."

Taking another sip, the blonde ran a hand over her cheek. Looking in the mirror earlier, she found that her skin was slightly yellow, but it still hurt like hell. Olivia's fingers gently plucked her glass from her hand, "Liv, I was going to finish…" She was cut off by the detective's warm, wine-tinted lips against hers.

Her fingers grasped at the detective's shirt, trying to pull her closer while maintaining contact with her lips. A moan slipped from her lips as Olivia's teeth nipped at her bottom lip before carefully maneuvering herself onto her lap. She reached up and brushed a stray hair out of her eyes.

"We need to get up early," She muttered but couldn't resist bringing their lips together for another kiss. There had been a point during the mindless sleeping during her captivity when she had wondered if she was ever going to see the brunette detective again. Her eyes caught warm brown and a small smile graced her lips, "Take me to bed, Liv. I'm exhausted."

Placing one last kiss on the attorney's lips, Olivia stood and took the blonde's hand.

She sighed quietly, lost in the memory.

"What are you thinking about," Olivia asked, reaching over with her right hand to clasp the blonde's left.

"Last night," she responded, gently squeezing her fingers.

"Last night," Olivia asked softly, a small smirk on her face, and Alex couldn't help but blush. She slowed to a stop at a red light and then turned to the woman, stealing her lips for a quick kiss, "I would rather you be thinking of this morning," Before Alex could reply, she added, "I love you."

Alex gently chewed on her lower lip, "We're running late because of this morning," as an afterthought she added, "I love you too."

Olivia grinned, "I certainly haven't forgotten this morning."

Alex turned away to hide her blush, her mind drifting back to the morning…

She'd fallen asleep wrapped in Olivia's grasp, so when the alarm started blaring at 8:00, she'd turned and burrowed closer to the detective in an attempt to shut out the sound. She felt Olivia blindly reach for the alarm, and the beeping stopped moments later. Snuggling closer to the woman, she pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

"Morning," she said sleepily as their eyes met.

Olivia smiled, "Morning. How'd you sleep?"

"Good," she replied with her own smile, "How about you?"

"Well enough," the detective said, scratching the back of her head, "My side woke me up a couple of times."

"You could've woken me up, you know. I wouldn't have minded," she began, only to be cut off with a kiss, "Mmm, what was that for?"

"I just love kissing you."

"Good," she answered back, pulling her in for another kiss, "I love kissing you."

Stealing a glance at the clock, Olivia sighed, "We need to get ready. You want to get a shower first?"

She smirked, "You know, Detective," Her fingers trailed up the brunette's arms, causing gooseflesh to appear, "we could just save some water and get one together."

"Yeah?" Olivia barely hid her grin.

"Mmm," she replied, fusing their lips together.

^.^

Their lips met, soft, gentle, hands ghosting gently over supple flesh as the spray of water beat down on their bare bodies. Pressed between the cool wall and the detective's body, she exhaled, resting her fingers on the brunette's hips, as she examined the bruises on her side. Fingers cascaded over her ribs, and she leaned in, brushing their lips together.

"Enough prodding," she muttered, nipping slightly on her lower lip, "I want you now, Liv."

"Mmm," warm lips were pressed against her throat, "that's a good thing, Sweetheart. I want you too," the slightly shorter woman smiled, threading her fingers gently through her hair, "Close your eyes, Lex." Her eyes closed slowly, keeping her blues focused on the warm brown as long as she could. With her eyes closed, she focused on the sound of the water coming from the faucet, on the brunette's breathing.

"You know how stunning you look, right," Olivia's voice was warm against her ear, the detective's fingers running over her shoulders, before letting her lips follow their path, "How beautiful."

"Liv," she began, only to be cut off by the detective's lips against hers.

"Shh, just let me take care of you," Olivia smiled, scattering butterfly kisses across her body as she began to move downward.

"I don't want you to rip your stitches, Liv," a kiss to her stomach caused her breath to catch, her fingers tangling in her hair.

"I won't," A kiss was placed to her hip, "Open your eyes," She hesitated, and a kiss was placed on her outer thigh, "Look at me, Honey."

Her eyes immediately focused on the brunette kneeling in front of her, and their gazes locked for a second before the detective smiled and pressed another kiss to her skin, this one on the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes tilted shut, and she let out a low moan, "Liv," she breathed out, lightly twisting the brunette locks.

"I know," Olivia's voice was gentle, "I want you to watch, Alex. Look at me, please."

Her eyes once again focused on the detective's, her voice a whisper, "Liv, please stop teasing."

"You ready?" Olivia's voice caused her to jump, and she turned to look at her.

"What'd you say?" she asked, a blush starting to tint her cheeks.

"I asked if you were ready. We're late, remember?"

Her blush deepening, she nodded, "I remember. Let's get this over with."

Unbuckling her seatbelt, the detective captured her lips in a quick kiss, "Now we can get this over with."

^.^

Liz let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of Alex and Olivia heading up the stairs. She gently nudged Lena, who'd been staring at the clock, a trick that calmed the brunette judge down.

"They're here," she said, nudging with her head, "And they look like they overslept, don't they?"

The Detective's black slacks and dark maroon shirt were accompanied by her leather jacket, minus blood stains, her hair still slightly damp, while the ADA was wearing one of the detective's button-ups, the red looked nice in fact, in addition to her black power suit, her hair also slightly wet, "They overslept," Lena replied with a smirk, "and I'm homophobic."

Liz grinned, before turning to the approaching pair, throwing on a stern face, "It took you two long enough to get here. You're lucky Judge Seligman didn't declare a mistrial."

"The alarm didn't go off on time." Olivia said as Alex frowned.

"Where's Casey? We're supposed to meet with her…"

"She and Detective Stabler are waiting for you two inside the conference room," Lena interrupted before turning to look at the detective, "You might want to go to the restroom first, Benson. You have lipstick on your neck."

"I do not…" Olivia blurted before a blush started to tint her cheeks, "Conference room, got it. Come on, Alex."

Hiding a blush of her own, the ADA followed.

"Alarm clock not working, my ass," Lena muttered.

"We heard that!" Alex replied even as she looped her arm around the detective's.

Liz smirked as they passed, "At least they're not groping each other every chance they get."

Alex's yelp caused them to turn in time to watch a laughing Olivia pull her hand away from the ADA's ass as the blonde playfully nudged her shoulder.

"We heard that too," Olivia responded, still laughing as she ushered the blonde into the conference room.

^.^

Abbie frowned as she watched Matthew Rosenfield. Alex and Olivia sat hand-in-hand as they watched the man who had attempted to kill them walk up to the witness stand and be sworn in. Their own time on the stand had gone quickly, basic objections from Langan that Seligman overruled, cross-examinations that proved ineffective during both of their turns. All that Matthew had to go on was his insanity defense. Huang had given his expertise; Dr. Melinda Warner had given her testimony over the bullet that shot Olivia, the bullets recovered from the vacant diner, and the bullets found inside James Rosenfield's lifeless body. The videos that the sick prick had made had been shown.

"How much do you remember about the night your brother was shot?" Casey asked as she stood, addressing the killer.

"Not much," the bastard said, "I remember hearing a gun go off, and then James was dead."

"Do you remember hearing a gun go off that night? When Detective Benson was escorting ADA Cabot home after hearing that your brother had escaped from prison?"

"Objection!" Langan, the fox that he was, said as he stood.

"Overruled," Seligman responded, turning to Matthew, "Answer the question."

"No," Matthew said, "I don't."

Turning back to the Prosecution's table, Casey picked up a document, "People's Exhibit 10, Your Honor. It's ADA Cabot's signed statement. Mr. Rosenfield, do you remember calling ADA Cabot a quote 'stupid dyke' after you had shot Detective Benson and was attempting to kill her?"

"Object…"

"I'll rephrase," Casey said, "Do you remember calling ADA Cabot a quote, 'stupid dyke' at any point on the night your brother was shot?"

"No," Rosenfield replied.

"Do you remember videotaping ADA Cabot as shown in those videos, your quote 'master pieces,' Mr. Rosenfield,"

"No, I don't."

"No further questions."

Casey headed back to the Prosecutions Table as Langan rose.

"Matthew, have you ever suffered with psychotic breaks before?"

She let out a quiet sigh, and then turned when Serena placed a hand on her arm, "It'll be ok," the blonde said.

She nodded. It would. The bastard was going down.

^.^

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" Seligman asked.

She squeezed Alex's hand when she felt the blonde tense.

The foreman rose, "We have, Your Honor."

"On the Count of Murder in the First Degree what say you?"

"Guilty." One down.

"On the Count of Attempted Murder in the First Degree what say you?"

"Guilty." Two.

"On the Count of Kidnapping and Attempted Murder in the First Degree what say you?"

"We find the defendant guilty." Three.

Judge Seligman was talking, but she didn't hear what he said, not when Alex had already dragged them both to their feet and was leading the way out of the courtroom. Stepping outside the outer doors, Alex stopped and turned to her.

"Lex, what's—" Her voice and thoughts left her as soon as the blonde's lips touched hers. With a low moan, she pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Pressed against the wall, they both would've been content had it not been for the sudden clearing of a throat.

They reluctantly broke apart and looked up, meeting Trevor Langan's frown. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the blonde's hips, a possessive gesture, she knew but couldn't control. He went to say something, but Alex quickly cut him off, "Whatever it is, Langan, it'll have to wait…"

"I just wanted to make sure that you were really okay, Alex," He said, his voice sounding sincere, "Maybe see if you wanted to go to your Uncle's benefit dinner together?"

The blonde busted up laughing, "Are you seriously asking me to my uncle's benefit dinner, when I'm standing here, making out with my girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" the word was spat with spite and confusion.

"It means she doesn't want you to bug her anymore, Langan," she finally spoke up, a smirk on her face, "Now run along and count your win-loss ratio." The man quickly disappeared in a huff, and she turned, with a grin on her face, "Girlfriend, huh?"

Alex smiled, "Yes, my girlfriend. The love of my life."

"I can deal with that," she replied, bring their lips together once again.

^.^

Friday passed in a blur, and they were awakened early Saturday morning by Liz and Lena, who (not surprisingly) knew where Olivia lived. Though they would've been content with spending the day curled up in bed or watching dorky movies like they'd done most of Friday, they knew that they had to prepare for the night. At noon, Lena dragged her one way and Liv went with Donnelly the other way, to prepare. They were to be meeting back up at ten 'til six.

^.^

Liz and Lena had gone in ahead of them, Liz wearing a white dress coat and pants, with a black shirt and black heels and Lena wearing a stunning blue dress and black dress shoes, but they still stood captivated by each other, like it was the first time they'd laid eyes on one another. Olivia wore a knee-length, black dress with one sleeve, which showed off her olive skin perfectly, and black, one-inch heels, her hair slightly shaggier, her make-up light, lip gloss glimmering. Alex wore a deep metallic blue strapless dress and white heels, her hair done up in a sophisticated bun that Olivia wanted to ruin, with light eye shadow.

"You look stunning, Alex," Olivia finally spoke, taking a step closer and taking her hand, "Breathtaking."

Alex smiled, "You do too, Liv. Gorgeous," Interlacing their fingers, she leaned in conspiratorially, "I can't wait to get this over with,"

Pressing their lips together gently, Olivia smiled, "We've better hurry then. I want dessert."

A/N: This is almost over! But for now, leave a review and tell me what you thought. I'll update when the next chapter is completed!

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