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Alex's POV

It's hard for me to hide my annoyance as I approach Olivia on the waiting room. I know full well what this is about, but I hadn't wanted to leave Casey. I still wanted to be in bed holding her and assuring her that everything is okay.

Olivia is wearing an apologetic expression and says, "I'm sorry, Alex. I know you were with Casey."

"Did you guys taken Jenna in?" I ask immediately, not wanting to waste any time with small talk right now. I want to get back to Casey as soon as possible.

Olivia sighs, and I can read her uneasy expression and I have my answer before she even speaks. Something went wrong; they don't have her.

"She wouldn't consent to a search without a warrant," she tells me.

I feel my heart drop. "That tells you she has something to hide. She wants to delay you and take all the photos down in the time it takes you to get a warrant. She's a psycho, Liv!" I feel myself start to panic and I run my hand through my hair. "I know I'm not supposed to have anything to do with this, but the hell with the conflict of interest." With a shaking hand, I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my contacts. "I'll have you warrant in five minutes." Jenna isn't going to get away this time.

"Alex," Olivia stops me by placing her hand on my arm. "Nick and Amanda are getting a warrant from Barba. I just wanted to let you know what has been going on." She hesitates a moment to gauge my reaction. "You said you have a photo of the other girl?"

I nod as I take a deep breath to calm myself. They're getting a warrant…they have lights and sirens. They can get back to Jenna's before she has time to hide evidence. There were so many photos and articles; it would be impossible for her to get rid of them all in such a short amount of time. Even if she tried, a search of the apartment would reveal them. I keep telling myself this.

I take the photo of the brunette girl out of my back pocket. The edges are bent and the photo is wrinkled, but it's of good quality. The girl is facing the camera, holding her cell phone to her ear with one hand and holding a coffee in the other. Looks to have been taken on the street.

Olivia frowns as she looks at it. "Do you recognize her?" I shake my head. "Did you ask Casey if she knew her?"

"No; I didn't want to bring up what happened right now. This is the first time I have seen her since…" I trail off, and Olivia nods, showing she understands. "She needs time to recover. I couldn't bring that monster up. Or tell her that there's possibly another girl out there that Jenna has stalked and possibly raped."

"I understand, but she does need to know. We may have to ask her if she can identify the girl in the photo. Maybe it's someone she worked with at Senator Palmer's office? Or someone she knows from elsewhere." Olivia looks at the picture again. "I need to take this with me, is that okay? We'll make sure Casey gets to see it, but I have to take it for now."

I nod; I trust Olivia with it. I know she'll follow the proper procedure. Maybe we can get the girl identified quickly and talk to her. If Jenna has raped her, maybe I can convince her to come forward and file charges. It would go a long way to prove that Casey is telling the truth and maybe even be enough to convict Jenna, depending on the evidence.

Jenna has destroyed Casey's life and now I have to put it back together. I will not let her get away with this. I owe it to Casey to fix this. To make Jenna pay. And I intend to; by whatever means necessary.

"She can't get away with this, Liv," I tell her. "She has photos of my wife and articles about what happened all over the walls in one of her bedrooms! Photos of Casey outside of the coffee shop she used to go to when she worked at the Senator's office. Photos of us together! Jenna either followed her around herself or had someone else do it. But Liv, she planned this. It was pre-meditated. She was just waiting for the right time to strike and she found it."

Olivia smiles lightly at me. "I know how difficult this is, and you know we're going to do everything we can to help. But you can't speak to Jenna again; or go back to her house. You know you can have nothing to do with this investigation. You already shouldn't have gone in the first place, and – "

"I don't care, Olivia!" I yell. "Look what she's done to Casey! Look where Casey is!" I gesture around the waiting room as I realize I'm raising my voice and people are watching us. I take a deep breath and hold it, calming myself down. I don't need to lose it right now. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to yell." Olivia nods. "I had to go see her. I had to let her know she won't get away with this."

"I know why you did it," Olivia says. "Just tread very lightly from now on?"

I can't understand why everyone thinks it's necessary to tell me these things; I'm the District Attorney – do they really think I don't know what to do or how to conduct myself? I'm fully aware that some of the things I have done are borderline illegal and that I had no right to slap Elaine or enter that bedroom in Jenna's house. But I also know I carry a lot of influence in this city and in our justice system. I'm not really worried in the least.

Olivia and I talk for a while longer and I thank her profusely for responding and helping in handling the case. She promises to let me know as soon as Jenna's house is searched, and when she leaves I go back to Casey's room. She's still talking to and the door is closed, so I sit down on the floor outside of her door and prepare to wait.

I'm lost in my thoughts when a voice makes me jump. "I can bring you a chair if you'd like."

I raise my head and find myself looking at a young nurse who is standing in front of me with a chart in her arms. I give her a smile. "Thanks, but I'm fine. My wife is talking to your psychiatrist; I don't think they'll be much longer."

She nods and hurries off down the hall, and I let my head fall back against the wall, sighing loudly. I'm nervous; about everything. About how things are going to turn out with Jenna, about how Casey is going to cope with coming home and going to therapy, how I'm possibly ever going to go back to work while all this is happening. It's really too much to take in. For the first time, I'm realizing the effect this has all had on me. I haven't been eating or taking care of myself, I'm nervous and scared constantly about how every little thing is going to affect Casey and I literally have no idea what is going on at the office while I'm not there. But I'm not a selfish person and I know this isn't about me, so I push all thoughts of myself out of my head and replace them with thoughts of Casey and what I can do to help her get better.

I think the photo album was a good start. She obviously looked at it; I saw it on the bed with her. Maybe it's what gave her the breakthrough she needed; maybe she saw the right photo and finally realized she is not alone. I hope so, anyway. And I as think about it, another idea enters my mind and I smile. I know another way I may be able to reach her.

Suddenly the door opens and Dr. Taylor steps out of the room. I stand immediately, and as soon as she sees me, a professional expression crosses her face and she gives me a smile. Without waiting for me to ask, she said, "I'm pleased by the progress she's making so far and seems very sincere in her desire to get better."

I let out the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding and I can't hold back my smile. "That's wonderful news! I am so happy to hear that!" A tear slides down my cheek but I don't even try and stop it. Happy tears are healthy.

"She told me about the photo album and how it helped her realize what she was missing, why she couldn't feel better. She said when you held her again, she felt like everything was going to be all right. And these are all good things, Alex, but I don't want you to get your hopes up too high."

My face falls a little. Way to be a buzz killer.

"Everything isn't going to change just like that; It's going to take time for Casey to recover. And while she's on the right path, she's only just started on that path. Going home is going to be very stressful for her. I know it doesn't seem that way, but it's going to bring back memories of what she did and she's going to feel remorse for her actions. It's important for you to be supportive of Casey, but also important that you give her reasonable space. Holding onto someone too tightly can be harmful; especially someone in Casey's condition. Therapy is going to be an adjustment for her as well. I want her to go twice a week to start with; after a month the doctor will review her progress. Casey has all the information on the referral and an appointment has already been made for her. She may be angry or resentful that she has to go to therapy. There's a stigma attached to it. I suggest you take Casey to her appointments; it will help put her mind at ease about it, and maybe she'll even want you to sit-in on the sessions until she is comfortable. She's going to have days that are easy and days that are hard. She'll get upset and she'll cry sometimes, but you can't get frustrated with her. She needs a support system to get through this."

I am more than happy to oblige with all that. Casey has me for life; I'm not going anywhere. "I can do all that. I promise I will be there for Casey, but I won't push her," I tell her. "When can I take her home?"

"I'd like her to stay another day. Naturally, Casey isn't happy about this. But she's going to start her anti-depressant today and we'd like to monitor her for any side-effects during the first twenty-four hours. I also understand that her cardiologist has ordered some more tests. Assuming everything remains the way it is now, Casey has no side-effects and continues to cooperate, you can take her home by tomorrow evening."

I had hoped to take my wife home tonight, but I do understand and I want what's best for her. If that means staying here another night, then she has to. And I'll stay right by her side. "Can I stay with her tonight?"

"I think that would be fine, as long as Casey is comfortable with it. I'll make the arrangements."

She gives me some basic information on the therapist that Casey is going to start seeing, then heads off to see another patient after telling me that she cut her session with Casey short because Casey was getting a headache. I'm immediately on alert because I know what her headaches usually lead to, and it's the last thing she needs right now.

I open the door and go back into her room. She's sitting up in bed and looks at me when I enter. "Alex! I'm so glad you're still here!"

I go to her and immediately take her hand as I sit down on the edge of the bed and study her. And I can tell right away that she doesn't feel well, that her headache is bad. The stress of the last few days and the realization of everything that has happened is bringing on a migraine.

I reach out and stroke her forehead gently, offering her a small smile. "You have a headache, baby?" She just nods. "A bad one?"

She nods again, and I get up from the bed and instruct her to move over so I can get into bed with her again. She does as I ask, wincing at the pain it's causing her and making my heart break. I gently get into bed beside her and guide her down beside me. I expect her to just lay down, but instead she tucks herself into me, nuzzling into my shoulder. I smile as I allow myself to relax and begin to stroke her hair, talking softly to her. I love her so much. More than I thought was possible to love another person.

She's my Casey. And I'll always protect her.

After just a few minutes, Casey falls asleep. The past few days have caught up with her and attacked with a headache and now exhaustion has her in its grips. I'm just thankful to be here. Thankful she's allowing me to be so close to her. Thankful I still have her.

I never once stop stroking her hair. It always calms and soothes her, and I've had her wake up when I've stopped before. I think it helps her know that I'm still here. A tear makes its way down my cheek as I lower my head and gently kiss Casey on the neck, being careful not to wake her. I could say that I love her a million times in a million different ways and it still wouldn't adequately describe how I feel about her.

I wonder what it would have been like if I had lost her. I can't even imagine that kind of sorrow. Losing the love of your life, the person who mattered the most to you in the world. The person who completed you and made you who you are. Your reason for living and breathing. I don't think I could have gone on without Casey. I think the sadness would have consumed me and I never would have recovered. My life would have ended when hers did.

Not long after Casey falls asleep, a nurse comes into the room. She looks at us strangely and I hold my finger to my lips and point at Casey. I don't want her to be awakened right now. She needs her rest.

But the nurse approaches the bed anyway. She looks at Casey's heart monitor and reaches out to check her IV when I stop her with a stern whisper. "Can this wait? She needs to sleep."

"I'm afraid not," she says back rather coldly, not even respecting my wish to remain quiet as she speaks in a normal tone. "Her cardiologist has ordered some tests and I need to prep her."

I look down at Casey. She's still asleep, to my relief. Her breathing is even and she hasn't moved. I resume the soft stroking of her hair. "Those can wait. She's had a rough couple of days, and she needs her rest."

The nurse sighs. "Ma'am, it's been a busy day and we're already behind on our cardiology tests. I don't have time to argue with you. I need to get her prepped and ready." She takes one final look at us lying together. "And I'm afraid you can't be in her bed with her like that. It's against policy."

I'm instantly pissed. Just like that. Casey is my wife – how dare this woman say I can't be in bed with her, especially after all she has been through? Doesn't she care?

It's then that Casey wakes up. She stirs a bit and then rolls off me. I see her open her eyes, and she groans heavily and quickly closes them again. My heart clenches; I know she has the start of one of her migraines. The light is hurting her eyes.

She tries to sit up, but I make her lay back down and put my eyes directly on the nurse. She's about to know what it's like to cross Alex Cabot. "She has a migraine. I'd like you to get her some pain medication, then turn off the lights and leave us alone."

The nurse stares me down. I keep the hard expression on my face, not willing to negotiate. Any tests they have to do can wait until tomorrow; Casey isn't in any condition for it right now. She needs medication and rest.

"I'm sorry, but I was told to come and prep her. You're going to have to get out of the bed so I can do my job."

Casey moans in pain and pulls the sheet over her face. I stroke her hair again and tell her it's okay, then put my eyes back on the defiant nurse. "I'm not moving from this bed, and Casey is not going for any tests right now. Now I'd like you to walk out of here and directly to your supervisor, and I'd like to see him or her in this room within five minutes. In the meantime, I'm staying right here with my wife."

I can tell she doesn't want to, but the nurse relents. She slams her chart down on the nearby table and says, "Fine," before turning and quickly disappearing out the door.

I take the stern frown off my face and return my attention to Casey. She has the sheet off her face now, and open her eyes just enough to look at me. I can tell she's in pain. "Please don't leave me, Alex."

My heart clenches and I give her a kiss before she lies her head down on my chest and I start rubbing her back again. My eyes are watery as I say softly, "I'm not going anywhere, baby. Ever."

Not even five minutes, Nancy comes into the room. I'm relieved to see her; I know she'll understand and she'll give Casey exactly what I ask for.

She smiles at us both and comes to stand next to the bed. "I understand there's a problem? How can I help?"

I explain about Casey's migraine and my wishes for her tests to be done tomorrow. I make it clear that I'm not moving from her bed and Casey won't be taken anywhere. I'm fully aware that bitch mode has been activated, but I don't care.

Nancy nods in understanding. "Her tests can wait until tomorrow, but she does need to start her anti-depressant today. We'll give her a few hours to sleep before someone will come in and give it to her. I'll get her on some pain medication in the IV for the migraine pain. It will help the pain in her ribs as well. I'll get that right away and then let you two rest. Let us know if you need anything."

A few minutes later the IV is started and we're left alone, as promised. Nancy turns out the lights and gives instructions for no one to disturb Casey unless we press the call button or until it's time for Casey to get her medication.

I lie there with my wife, feeling in charge for the first time in a long time. I know she'll soon feel relief from the medication in her IV, but until then I'm going to hold her and soothe her pain as best I can.

"Alex," Casey suddenly says, and I feel her seek my hand out and intertwine it with hers. "Thank you for the album. I love you, so much. I want to be home with you."

I give her a squeeze. "You will be, baby. And we'll get through this together. But for now, get some sleep. When you wake up you can have something to eat with your medication and your dad can see you. Okay?"

Casey doesn't respond, but I know she hears me. From her position lying on me, I can feel her breathing. When it gets more even and relaxed and her grip on my hand loosens, I know she's fallen asleep and I smile to myself. Even in spite of everything, I can still soothe my wife to sleep.

My eyes suddenly feel heavy and I realize I need sleep just as much as Casey does. I kiss her once more, then lie my own head down on the pillow, placing my hand on Casey's back and never losing contact with her hand. I close my eyes, and within minutes I've joined Casey in the land of sleep.

We're both awakened several hours later by a gentle voice calling our names. I think Casey and I awaken at the same time; we both jerk upright, squinting in the sudden bright overhead light and trying to shake the confusion from our sleepy minds.

It's Nancy standing next to the bed. She's smiling at us again and checking Casey's IV. "How you feeling, Casey? Any nausea? Did you rest well?"

Casey is still squinting and swallows harshly. "I still have a headache, but it isn't migraine level. No nausea. I'm okay." Then she looks at me. "And I slept the best I have in a long time."

So did I. I reach out and ruffle Casey's messy hair, causing her to smile dopily. She still looks so adorably sleepy, just like she does every morning at home. I love her so much.

Nancy jots down some information and then hands Casey a menu. "I'm afraid I do have to make you eat this time, Casey. You can take your medication on an empty stomach. Pick whatever you'd like. Or I can suspend the rules just the once and allow Alex to get you something and bring it in, if you'd like."

Casey is examining the menu carefully as I look at her. "Want me to, Casey? I could get you a sandwich from Subway. You love them." She doesn't say anything, so I add, "I'll get one too and we can eat together."

That seems to seal the deal. She hands the menu back to Nancy and says, "Okay. My usual from Subway. And an M&M cookie?"

I get up off the bed and give her a kiss. "Of course a cookie. Would I deny you that?"

The smile quickly disappears from Casey's face as Nancy gives her some information on the anti-depressant she is going to be taking and the possible side effects. I know Casey doesn't really want to take it; she's never been a fan of that type of medication.

"Do I really have to take it?" Casey asks, looking directly at me and completely ignoring Nancy. "I know I'm supposed to, but Alex, they alter your mind. I won't be 'me'."

She hasn't been her for a long time, but I don't say that. It's not the right thing to say. She needs reassurance. I have my fears about her being on the medication as well; fears of how it will make her feel, fears that she'll have bad side effects. I know that sometimes it's a struggle to find the right dosage and the right medication; many times patients have to be try several different kinds before they find one that works for them. But I also know this is the best thing for her and we have to face our fears together.

I sit back down on the bed and take Casey's hand again. "Casey, I know you're scared about taking the meds. Anyone would be; it's a scary thing. But once they get a chance to work, they will make you feel better. Once the proper dosage is found, you'll be glad you are taking them. They'll help with the sadness and nightmares." I run my thumb over the back of her hand. "I promise you'll still be my Casey."

Casey swallows and her eyes are full of uncertainty as she looks at me again. "But what if I get Sid effects from them? What if they don't work?"

Casey is getting ahead of herself. I smile at her again, reaching out and tucking her red hair behind her ear. "Most side effects go away after a couple days. And if these meds don't work, your therapist will find ones that will. You just have to give it time, Casey. I'll be by your side through all this. You're not alone at all, okay?" I watch as she slowly nods her head. "Now please take them. For yourself, and for me."

She raises her eyes and meets mine. "I'll take them."

I'm pleased to hear her say that. I get up off the bed again, not letting go of her hand. I turn my attention to Nancy. "I'll make a quick run to Subway. Will you have her meds ready when I get back?" she nods at me and reassures me that we're making the right choice.

Casey finally lets go of my hand and picks the album up off the table next to her. It warms my heart to see a smile on her face as she opens it.

"Can I send her father in on my way out?" I ask quietly. "I know he really wants to see her."

"That should be fine. I want to wait until she eats to have her take the pills."

I turn to leave the room, grabbing my purse off the counter by the sink. I look one more time at Casey and say, "I'll be right back. I love you."

She looks up at me and says the sweetest words ever, "I love you too."

That's all the motivation I need to get going. Casey is so sincere in all this. I have every confidence that we can get through this rough patch and that Casey can get better. As long as she has this attitude and wants to help herself, we can do it.

As soon as I get to my car, I take my phone out of my purse to check it. I want to call Olivia and see if there is any news on Jenna. Casey and I were asleep for over four hours. That is enough time for her house to be searched. I'm surprised Olivia wasn't waiting in the waiting room for me.

I discover I have five missed calls and frown when I see they are all from Olivia, the first call placed almost two hours ago. The voice mail icon is blinking at me, so I enter in my code and listen to the message.

"Hey Alex, it's Olivia. I know you're with Casey. I didn't want to interrupt you again, but I have an update for you." There's a slight pause, and then, "Alex, nothing was found in Jenna's house. Every room was searched. There were no pictures or articles. The unit that searched the house said there wasn't any evidence that anything had been on the walls; no tack marks or traces of tape. I'm really sorry, Alex. She was brought in for questioning and then released. There's just nothing on her." Another pause and then, "You're wanted at the precinct to give a statement as well, sometime today."

I hit 'delete' before the message is even finished and throw the phone into the passenger seat. I slam my hands on my steering wheel and start to cry angry, frustrated tears. How is it that she's able to do this? How is it she is able to fool everyone? I know what I saw! How could Jenna have hid so many pictures and articles and not left a trace of them. How?

Oh...brutal on them not finding anything at Jenna's. How do you think she was able to pull that off? And what they say to Alex when she gives her statement? Do you think they will believe her...or not? And what will happen when she tells Casey all this? In the next chapter, Alex faces questioning and Casey comes home. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think!