I've got an intense story line planned out for basically every character, so this story could go on for a while. I think I've worked out what's going to happen in the Safa-and-her-baby situation, so that'll be coming up soon. Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think and what you want to hear more of!

"Congratulations, Liv," Elliot said, as she slid into the passenger seat of the squad car. "And welcome back."

"Thanks, El," Olivia said, as he reached over and gripped her shoulder. "What've we got?"

"All I know is we've got a vic up at Mercy and we've got to go take his statement," Elliot said. "That's all Cap told me, and that everyone is all-in on this one. Didn't want to bother Cabot until she's done prepping Mandy Fowler but he's going to call her when she's done and have her come meet us. You ready for this?"

Olivia nodded. "Must be serious. I'm supposed to be on desk duty."

"You feeling okay? I mean, I know you've got Alex now and you don't need me anymore, but I still care about you, Liv. I'm still your partner."

"I know, El. I'm okay. We're good." She looked out the window. "It's been a painful few months for me and Alex. Since Noah, really..."

"I'm sorry, Liv," Elliot sympathized. "Nothing serious, I hope?"

Olivia shook her head. "I was going to try IVF, if it was an option. The doctor found polyps in my uterus, so, it wasn't. Not serious but they had to be removed."

"And that's why you were in the hospital. Liv, why didn't you just tell me?"

Olivia shrugged, still looking out the window. "Because, Elliot. We just wanted privacy to grieve, and to heal. With each other. And figure out the way forward."

"What's the way forward?"

"It might be becoming foster parents to Safa, officially."

"And her baby?"

Olivia shrugged. "She has to make a decision about that."

"She's 11."

"It's still her decision, El."

"Let me know if I can do anything," Elliot said, and Olivia nodded. "Have a good month off at least? Am I invited to the wedding?"

"Of course," Olivia said. "July 24. Midnight. Cragen already knows, so barring emergencies, everyone is off that weekend. Party is on Sunday."

"You'll be first? Are you sure you want that? That's a lot of publicity."

"I want what Alex wants, and Alex likes to be first," Olivia said.

Elliot nodded. "Fair enough."

Olivia slammed the car door as they parked at the hospital, and flashed her badge, along with Elliot, at security. "Detectives Olivia Bensoon and Elliot Stabler with SVU. We got called in about a rape?" She asked.

The guard pointed. "Straight back and to the right. Your captain is already there."

Olivia and Elliot exchanged a look. The Captain at the hospital? They walked back and saw Cragen standing with a tall blonde woman, and Olivia was confused. Alex had left before her, but was supposed to be at the courthouse.

"Captain, Alex," Elliot called. "What's up?"

"Elliot, Olivia," Cragen called, as the blonde turned around. "Detectives, this is Alyssa Morino, Trevor Langan's girlfriend —"

"Fiancée," corrected the woman who looked remarkably similar to Alex. "Can you tell me what's going on? Why haven't they let me in yet?"

"Mr. Langan was assaulted in his office this morning, and is currently being treated for his injuries. He'd like to make a statement. It appears the perp was one of his clients."

"Ms. Morino, we'll talk to Trevor and get you some information as soon as we can."

"He's an attorney! I don't know why he wouldn't be telling them to let me in!" She said, clearly annoyed.

"I understand, Ms, Morino. Sometimes when people are attacked they aren't thinking clearly. I'm sure we'll get this cleared up soon."

Olivia knocked on the door, and began to open it slowly. Trevor Langan was sitting on an examination table, dressed in a hospital gown, his face bruised.

"Mr. Langan," Olivia said gently. "How are you doing? I'm so sorry for what happened to you."

Trevor pressed his lips together and nodded, looking away.

"We'd like to take your statement," Elliot said. "Can you tell us what happened?"

"Damian Harding got parole on Friday. I was his defense attorney. He asked for a meeting this morning in my office. I didn't know what it was about, although even if I did I wouldn't be able to tell you."

Olivia nodded. "We don't want to know anything privileged. Just tell us what happened. What time did you meet him?"

"The meeting was at 12:30."

"Was anyone else in the office?" Elliot asked.

Trevor shook his head. "No, just me. Nobody works on Sundays. I wouldn't have been there if he hadn't requested an urgent meeting. To be honest, I thought he'd already gotten himself in trouble."

"Did he know you'd be alone?"

Trevor sighed. "Yeah. I told him the office wasn't open today and he convinced me to come in."

"Okay. Trevor, you know this is not your fault." Olivia said. "What were you doing when he got there?"

"I was sitting at my desk, at my laptop. I stood up to shake his hand when he came in, when I saw that he had a gun. He waved it and told me to sit down. He told me that he was going to show me what he went through in prison."

"Then what happened?" Olivia asked.

"He… made me… he put it in my mouth. He made me take off my pants. Then he started… touching me. He took the picture on his desk and told me…" Trevor looked from Elliot to Olivia. "I'm sorry, I can't… I can't do this with her in here."

Olivia nodded at Elliot. "Okay, Trevor. I'm going to go outside and talk to the Captain. Do you want me to let Alyssa in to support you?"

Trevor's eyes widened. "No! You can't… don't tell her anything."

Elliot and Olivia exchanged a look. "Okay, I won't tell her about the rape. I'm just going to tell her that you've been assaulted, and that SVU is investigating because we were prosecuting the man who did this. Is that okay?"

Trevor nodded.

Olivia stepped out into the hallway, while Elliot continued taking Trevor's statement.

"Can I go in now?" Ms. Morino asked.

"They're not quite done yet, but I wanted to step out to talk to you for a few minutes while they're finishing up. Can we speak privately?" Olivia asked.

Ms. Morino nodded.

"Detectives Munch and Tutuola just picked up ADA Cabot at the courthouse and are bringing her here. After I speak with them, I'm going back to the precinct," Cragen stated.

Ms. Morino's eyes narrowed, and Olivia led her over to a couple of chairs in the corner of a waiting room.

"Ms. Morino, I am so sorry for what happened to Trevor. The man who attacked him was a client of his whom we prosecuted for three counts of rape ten years ago. He was released from prison on Friday on parole and this appears to have been a revenge attack," Olivia explained.

"What happened? How could this happen?" she asked, covering her mouth with both hands.

"It appears that the suspect set up a meeting with Trevor for today, knowing the office would be empty. Does Trevor usually meet with clients on Sundays?"

"It's rare," Ms. Morino replied. "I'm a corporate attorney in a bank in Rockefeller Center. I work 90-hour weeks, and so does Trev. We were trying to pay for our wedding in September and a month-long honeymoon, and start a family. We try to spend Sundays together, because sometimes we barely see each other during the week."

"Do you know when Trevor set up the meeting?"

Ms. Morino shook her head. "He just told me this morning that he had to go out to meet a client for a couple of hours and that he would call me when he was done. We planned to get a late lunch and go to the farmer's market, but your Captain called me from the hospital instead."

"What time did he leave this morning?"

"Around 10. We… made love this morning. We're trying to have a baby, and I'm supposed to be ovulating, so…" she covered her mouth again. "You didn't need to know that. I'm sorry."

Olivia shook her head, then glanced over and noticed Alex stalking up to Cragen, closely followed by Munch and Fin. "It's fine. But, um, just so you know, Trevor is probably going to be in a bit of shock for a while due to the attack. We'll give you some resources, but you might want to get some couples' counselling to cope with the healing process, and maybe even discuss pushing back conception for a while," Olivia said.

"I'll make my family planning decisions with my fiancé," Ms. Morino snapped. "Your advice is neither wanted nor appreciated on this matter."

"Understood," Olivia said.

Alex walked over, her black heels clicking against the tile floor. She was dressed casually, her attaché bag slung over her shoulder. Olivia smiled at her, noticing that even though Alyssa Morino had a similar build and haircut, and was blonde with blue eyes, Alex was a million times prettier than Trevor's girlfriend. It must be the glasses of justice, she thought.

Alex stopped in front of them, a serious look in her eyes, and held out her hand. "Ms. Morino, I'm so sorry we have to meet under these circumstances. I'm Executive Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot, and I'll be prosecuting your fiancé's attacker. I —"

"I know who you are," Ms. Morino said, standing, almost toe-to-toe with Alex. She was shorter, too, even without heels. "I want you to stay away from Trevor."

Alex dropped her hand and folded her arms across her chest, assessing the woman in front of her. "That won't be possible, Ms. Morino. Just so we're clear, I've never had any romantic feelings for your fiancé —"

"Alex, you don't have to explain—" Olivia interrupted, and Alex put up her hand to silence her.

"Ms. Morino, Trevor and I have a purely professional relationship that goes back over 15 years. We went to college and law school together. We went on two dates in law school, and he kissed me once. That's everything that's ever happened between us, aside from some work-related lunches and meetings over the years. Most importantly, I'm a lesbian, and I'm blissfully happy in my relationship, so I'm no threat to you. I consider Trevor a good friend and colleague, nothing more. And I assure you that nobody will take more pleasure in putting Damian Harding back in prison more than I will. Are we clear?"

Alex looked over her glasses down at the smaller woman, who nodded and sat back down.

"Excellent. In that case, I'd like to get on with doing my job. I've instructed my detectives that all resources are at their disposal to apprehend the perpetrator."

"All of this for an assault? I know Trev's a defense attorney, and I want the guy in jail too, but I'm surprised you're able to commandeer that many resources for an assault charge."

Alex raised an eyebrow at Olivia, almost imperceptibly, and Olivia shook her head. "Mr. Harding took a plea ten years ago on three counts of Rape 2, after brutalising half a dozen women. He was released on Friday and has already violated his parole, in addition to assaulting an officer of the court. Aside from the attack on Trevor, we're concerned that he may have picked up some new tricks in prison and that he may attack more women. We consider him violent and an imminent threat." Alex explained. "Ms. Morino, if you don't mind, I'd like a word with my detective."

Ms. Morino nodded, and Alex pulled Olivia around the corner.

"They didn't get al-Masri," Alex said, letting out a sigh. "They got there too late."

"I know, Alex. I'm sorry," Olivia said, caressing her upper arm. "We'll talk about that later?"

Alex nodded, then motioned at Ms. Morino with her head. "She doesn't know?"

Olivia shook her head. "Trevor told me explicitly not to tell her. Good save, by the way. Elliot's in there taking his statement. He didn't want to talk in front of me."

Alex nodded. "I'm not surprised that she isn't my biggest fan. It's not going to go over well when she finds out I knew about the rape before she did. But I guess that's Trevor's problem. Let's see if we can go in to talk to him," Alex said, knocking on the door.

Ms. Morino rushed over to follow them in. "Are you done in there?" she asked.

Alex looked at Trevor, who shook his head. "You'll need to give us a few more minutes, then he should be okay to go home with you," Alex said.

"Trevor," Alex said gently. "How are you doing?"

Trevor shrugged and looked away, his eyes tearing up.

"You did good, Trevor," Elliot reassured him. "We're gonna get him. You call us if you think of anything else, okay? You have my number."

Trevor nodded. "Thank you. I will."

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Trevor?" Alex asked, and he nodded, as Elliot and Olivia stepped outside, and had to stop Ms. Morino from entering.

"Trevor, I'm so sorry this happened," Alex said. "I know this isn't easy. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Trevor shook his head, turning red. "We'll have some trials to postpone. I'll have my secretary take care of that."

Alex nodded. "That's not really what I meant," she said. "Are you going to tell Alyssa what happened?"

Trevor shrugged and looked away again, a pained look on his face. "How can I tell her that? We're supposed to be having a baby. And now I have to take HIV meds for the next month until we find out if Harding was HIV negative, and how am I supposed to…?"

"Trev, it's going to take some time," Alex said. "She can't be supportive if she doesn't know what happened. You're getting married in September, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Trevor said. "That's the plan. Congratulations to you, too, by the way. I heard through the courthouse grapevine on Saturday."

Alex smiled gently. "Thank you. Trevor, I just want to say this. You're one of very few people who know what happened to me. And you live in this world. You know what happens to victims of sexual violence. It takes a lot to heal, Trevor. She can't help you if she doesn't know what happened. I know it's hard, but the longer you keep this a secret from her, the harder it's going to be. Not to mention - you know she doesn't like me already. How do you think she's going to feel when she finds out that I knew before she did?"

Alex stood up and held out her hand, to squeeze Trevor's. "You're going to get through this. Let me know if you need anything, okay? And I'll let you know the second we get the bastard."

Alex stood up and left the room, holding the door open as Ms. Morino brushed by her on the way in. The two women locked eyes, staring at each other and turning their heads, as Alex held open the door for Trevor's fiancée and nodded curtly.

Elliot and Olivia were sitting in the waiting room, going over Trevor's statement when Alex walked over. "So, what we don't know," Elliot was saying, "is what was planned, and what was spontaneous. He came with a gun, but it's unclear if he just grabbed the photo off of Trevor's desk to torment Trevor, or if the attack was provoked when he thought it was Alex in the picture."

"Believing your defense attorney was sleeping with the prosecutor makes for one hell of a motive," Olivia said grimly. She looked at Alex. "We don't think anyone else is in danger, but I called Abbie and told her me and Elliot will drive both her and Rym home. They've turned on the alarm and everyone is staying put."

Elliot looked at Olivia. "Alex should know…" He paused and blushed, while Olivia gritted her teeth. "Apparently, Harding pulled a photo of Trevor and Alyssa off of his desk. It's a profile picture, so… at first, Harding thought it was you. He made vulgar comments about you during the assault. When Trevor corrected him and said it was his fiancée Alyssa, Harding asked Trevor if he had a thing for you, and told him to imagine it was you, while he forced him to submit to oral sex."

Alex gritted her teeth and nodded. "Charming." she said, looking at Olivia. She rubbed her temple. "I guess that explains why Trevor wouldn't look me in the eye when I went in there."

"And didn't want me present for the interview," Olivia added. "I mean, I can't say Trevor's ever been my favourite. Now I'd really like to castrate this guy myself with a rusty fork."

"I just don't want that to get him an insanity defense - that he thought Trevor and I had conspired against him and he snapped. Doesn't have to be true for a jury to believe it," Alex said. She pulled out her phone and shot off a text message. Trev, if I had a dollar for every vulgar statement a perp or a suspect made about me, SVU would be completely self-funded. It's not your fault, so don't beat yourself up. Take care and let me know if you need anything. - A

"Let's get you gals home," Elliot said. "You ready?"

Olivia reached for Alex's hand as they walked toward the squad car, and squeezed it, then opted to get in the back seat with her rather than sitting up front with Elliot.

Before buckling his seatbelt, he reached over under the passenger seat and pulled out a bag with a wrapped gift, and handed it back to Alex.

"I'm not sure if now is the best time, but I got you an engagement present," he said. "Congratulations." Elliot paused. "And I've already told Liv the same thing, but I'll tell you too. You hurt her… and you're going to have to answer to me."

Alex looked at Olivia and slowly unwrapped the flat package, revealing a frame with what appeared to be religious artwork.

"It's Saint Michael, the patron saint of police officers," Olivia said, pointing at one side of the image. "Who's the other one?" she asked, looking at Elliot.

Elliot looked back at her through the rearview mirror. "Saint Thomas More, patron saint of attorneys," he explained.

"And a martyr," Alex said. "Thank you, Elliot. That was really thoughtful of you."

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