AN: sorry about how short this is but I needed a transition into the larger story that focuses more on Alex and Olivia.
Casey stood stock still at the prosecutors table, an addition to the power house team made up of Abbie and Serena. Jamie Ross would be presiding. Again. She heard the gavel bang, announcing at it was time for her to sit, and so she did.
After a few more minutes Amaro was walked in, one arm in a sling the other held by the guard escorting him. It was more than a little scary, even then, a week after the latest almost death, to see a man who was going to kill Olivia walking back into a court room. She was still recovering while he got to testify.
Liz stood outside the courtroom, watching terrified as Lena walked in. A slight role reversal from the last time, and one that scared her to death. Sure, she knew that amaro had been in jail since his almost assault on Olivia, but that didn't make her feel any better. Lena had seen her at her worst, at her best, and now when she was in shock.
It truly amazed her that Jamie was staying on as trial judge instead of recusing herself, or the defense asking her to recuse herself though she knew Abbie, Rena, and Casey were going to ask it of her. It simply wasn't ethical after Amaro's little performance last week.
Alexandra Cabot wasn't known for being emotional, no, she was known for being a cold hearted bitch, for doing anything it took to get a conviction. No, she wouldn't cry, she wouldn't let her icy mask fall in front of a teeny year old who was still emotionally dependent on the idea of Olivia being there when her own mother wasn't, when her father wouldn't support her choices.
She could see Kathleen, from her vantage point just outside of Olivia's room, having an animated discussion with the rooms other occupant about what she could only assume was her planned temporary move to the UK. She knew that Olivia was upset, but thought that it was a good choice for her to go, get away from the safety net that was her girlfriend, her parents, and New York in general.
Serena was terrified. Plain and simple. Her girlfriend was going to be pacing between two psychos that had nothing left to lose. Scary. Her Abbie was going to be stalking around a caged animal who just got released into the real world for the first time in a week. Paralyzing.
So many what if's rolled through her head as she watched Abbie speak to the judge. The new one. Jamie had left as soon as she had asked. Now it was Judge Paxton, Sylvia to Petrovsky, Donnelly, and Casey. It was the moment of truth.
Olivia wondered how many times she had dodged death in her years as a detective and now as a captain. A dozen? Two dozen? She had lost track after the fifth time.
'Funny isn't it,' she thought, 'I can remember exactly how many people I have killed and heat I have no idea how many times it could have been me that lost my life.'
Being incapacitated for nearly a month hadn't sat well with the captain who, even as she sat talking with her pseudo daughter about the girls plans come the following week, wanted to get back to get back to her office. This month was one that, for the most part, she wanted to forget and leave behind. Of course she didn't want to forget about how Alex felt about her, nor about the fact that another of her friends had found love after so many failed attempts, but the rest she could do without.
Lena Petrovsky took her seat behind the girls as she waited for the trial to commence, really commence, not the thing that was happening then, as she watched. It was a bit nerve wracking to se Abbie pacing the courtroom. To see her so close to Amaro, to the man that had tried to kill one of the most dedicated, compassionate, incredible women she knew.
She hadn't been there, watched as he had lunged forward, but she had heard her own part, seen her own share as gallery rushed out. The gun shots had been so loud echoing around in the stone halls. Elizabeth had been panicked, distraught as she left the court room, blood glistening on her pumps.
Callie and Arizona sat in first class on a flight back to Seattle hands clasped together between them. Seeing Alex and Olivia was like looking in on a tragedy waiting to happen with a curve ball at every turn, a deadly curve ball. They knew now about the couple's long, morose romance spanning nearly fifteen years, they knew of the other couple with a lawyer and a cop and how they were only together because of a note and a song, they knew of the rather funny way Abbie and Serena had fallen into 'bed?' together, and they knew how the two judges hadn't done anything more than fall on accident. The group had been lovely and amusing every time they spoke to them, regaling them with tales of hilarious high people, drunk suspects, and truly dumb perps. They had left the hospital the day before with a promise to visit and bring Sofia along.