Author's Notes: This story sorta, kinda picks up where Restitution left
off, but not really. Celia and Fin are together in this story, but it's
going to focus more on pairing of John Munch and Alex Cabot. Please review
as much as humanly possible, and if you have idea's for what direction you
would like to see this story go in, please send me your suggestions and
I'll take them into advisement. Thanks. ^_^.
Ok, I know that by this point in the SVU timeline, Claire Kincaid would be dead; she was my favorite assistant to the ADA on Law and Order, EVER! So, because this is my story, I'm bringing her back to life.
Oh, and I don't own any characters except for the ones I make up.
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It was a breezy night in New York City, just perfect for the middle of May. Alex Cabot was finishing up some last minute paper work for the night before she headed home. There were a few people left in the building, nothing but a few janitors. But, most everyone had gone home for the day, including her boss. Alex looked around at her office and decided then that she had to go home. It was almost 11pm and she was still working.
"I have got to go." Alex laughed to herself.
She rose from her desk and threw a couple files into her briefcase, grabbed her coat and walked out the door. She walked down the hallway towards the main stairwell that lead out of the building. A weird vibe hit Alex as she walked toward that stairwell. She stopped and looked behind her. She did not see anyone, but she could not shake the feeling that she was being followed. Before she continued she got out her cell phone and hit redial. She knew that the last placed she called was the SVU offices, but she did not remember whose desk number.
"Benson." Olivia answered kind of in a panicked tone.
"Hi, Olivia," replied Alex.
"Alex, hi. Not to sound rude, but is this important? I have a date tonight, for the first time in months."
"No, hand the phone off to someone." Laughed Alex as she continued walking.
"OK, talk to you later." Said Olivia as she handed the phone off.
"Detective Munch, speaking."
"Well aren't you the epitome of professionalism." Laughed Alex.
"Well, I did write the book."
"I'm sure you did." Alex Laughed.
"What's up?" Munch asked.
"Uh, nothing actually. I kind of have this strange feeling that I'm being followed, and I wanted to talk to someone while I waited for a cab." Said Alex.
"Want me to come pick you up?" asked Munch
"No, I'm fine really. It just makes me feel better talking to someone." Said Alex.
"Really, I'll come pick you up. We're all on our way out the door here."
"No, I'm ok. I'll let you go, so you can get home." Said Alex as she walked outside.
"Not 'till I know you're safe in a cab." Said Munch.
"Ok," said Alex, "So, how did your day go?"
"Oh just peachy." Said Munch, "A couple of kids found the bodies of a mother and child behind an alley. Checked around and found out, she was a crack addict and in the middle of a custody battle with the baby's father."
"She killed her daughter and committed suicide?" asked Alex as she waved for cab.
"Yea." Replied Munch, "What a world we live in huh?"
"I guess." Said Alex as she got into a cab that pulled over, "Well, Detective, I'm safely in a cab. I'll let you go home now."
"It's been a pleasure talking to you, counselor." Said Munch.
"I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow. Take care."
"You too." Replied Munch. With that the two hung up their phones.
Alex finally arrived at her apartment, but she still could not. shake the weird vibe that plagued her earlier. She went through her nightly ritual of eating a light snack, showering and watching a little of the late show. It was around 1am when Alex decided to go to bed. She laid down in bed and turned out the light. But, instead of sleeping Alex laid wide awake.
Across town, Munch and Fin were sitting in a bar down the way from their station.
"So, Celia really doesn't mind you going out after work without calling?"
"We have an understanding." Said Fin.
"And What's that?"
"Look, man, I love her. If she goes out with some friends and comes home late, I don't have grill her all night about it, and the same goes with me. Plus, I ain't gonna sit here all night with you anyhow."
"True, I do have better things to do."
"Like what, Laundry?" Laughed Fin. Just then Fin's cell phone rang. He picked it up,
"Tutuola."
"Hey Baby." Said Celia on the other end.
"Hey."
"Whatcha doing?" Celia asked, mocking a child's voice
"Hanging at a bar with Munch."
"Ok." Said Celia, "Can you pick up one of those random apartment guides on the way home?"
"What the hell for?" laughed Fin
"I still think we should find a new place closer to work."
"I don't wanna move." Said Fin.
"But, your place is too hard to clean."
"I'll get your guide." Said Fin, "And we'll talk when I get home."
"Ok, sweetie." Laughed Celia as she hung up her phone.
"What were you saying earlier about not having to answer to her?" laughed Munch.
"Shut up," said Fin, "She wanted me to pick up an apartment guide."
"She still wants to get a new apartment?" Munch asked
"Yeah, she says that cleaning my place is too hard, and that all the furniture she wants to buy won't match the place." Laughed Fin
"Hey, she's cleaning your place, I wouldn't complain." Said Munch.
It was 9am in the morning, and Alex was sitting at her desk preparing for the trials she had to endure for the day. Her hair was unusually disheveled, her eyes were puffy, and she was working on the 7th cup of coffee. When Claire Kincaid knocked on her office door, she did not even hear the knock.
"Alex?" Claire asked. Startled, Alex shot her head up, "You alright?"
"Yea, I just… uh… didn't get much sleep last night." Replied Alex
"You can't let this case get to you like this." Said Claire.
"It's not the case. Mrs. Pilor can't avoid jail, she killed her husband in cold blood and she's going to spend the 25 to Life at Bedford Hills."
"So then what's bothering you?" Claire asked.
"Nothing, I just didn't sleep well." Insisted Alex
"You sure?"
"Yes." Alex insisted again.
"Ok, but at least brush your hair before you go to court." Laughed Claire.
"I will." Alex chuckled back, "Tell Jack I'll be ready to go in about…" Alex was cut off as a brick flew through the window behind her and just narrowly missed her head. Alex ducked her head down to protect her face from the shards of glass from the window.
"Oh My God!" Claire screamed, "Alex are you alright!"
"Yea, I'm fine." Replied an obviously shook up Alex. She rose from her chair slowly and walked around to where Claire was standing.
"Who would do this?" asked Claire as Alex picked up brick on her desk. She looked at the brick. Written in chalk on the top of the brick was a message.
"I Love U!" Said Alex reading the brick, "Great."
"I'm going to call Det. Curtis." Said Claire as she turned to leave.
"NO!" snapped Alex, "I'll do it later."
"What!" Claire snapped back, "You can't be serious."
"Claire, I have a hearing to get to, right now." Said Alex, "I'll call the police later."
"What about your window?" asked Claire?
"I'm on the third floor, no one is going to break in."
"Alex, I'm serious. This could be a dangerous situation. You can't let this slide."
"I can Claire, and I am." Said Alex as Claire gave her a disapproving look, "Look, I'm going to court, when I get back, I will call Curtis and tell him what's going on."
"You promise?" asked Claire.
"Yes, I swear." Said Alex as she grabbed her briefcase, "Let's go." With that Alex and Claire were walked out of the office.
Ok, I know that by this point in the SVU timeline, Claire Kincaid would be dead; she was my favorite assistant to the ADA on Law and Order, EVER! So, because this is my story, I'm bringing her back to life.
Oh, and I don't own any characters except for the ones I make up.
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It was a breezy night in New York City, just perfect for the middle of May. Alex Cabot was finishing up some last minute paper work for the night before she headed home. There were a few people left in the building, nothing but a few janitors. But, most everyone had gone home for the day, including her boss. Alex looked around at her office and decided then that she had to go home. It was almost 11pm and she was still working.
"I have got to go." Alex laughed to herself.
She rose from her desk and threw a couple files into her briefcase, grabbed her coat and walked out the door. She walked down the hallway towards the main stairwell that lead out of the building. A weird vibe hit Alex as she walked toward that stairwell. She stopped and looked behind her. She did not see anyone, but she could not shake the feeling that she was being followed. Before she continued she got out her cell phone and hit redial. She knew that the last placed she called was the SVU offices, but she did not remember whose desk number.
"Benson." Olivia answered kind of in a panicked tone.
"Hi, Olivia," replied Alex.
"Alex, hi. Not to sound rude, but is this important? I have a date tonight, for the first time in months."
"No, hand the phone off to someone." Laughed Alex as she continued walking.
"OK, talk to you later." Said Olivia as she handed the phone off.
"Detective Munch, speaking."
"Well aren't you the epitome of professionalism." Laughed Alex.
"Well, I did write the book."
"I'm sure you did." Alex Laughed.
"What's up?" Munch asked.
"Uh, nothing actually. I kind of have this strange feeling that I'm being followed, and I wanted to talk to someone while I waited for a cab." Said Alex.
"Want me to come pick you up?" asked Munch
"No, I'm fine really. It just makes me feel better talking to someone." Said Alex.
"Really, I'll come pick you up. We're all on our way out the door here."
"No, I'm ok. I'll let you go, so you can get home." Said Alex as she walked outside.
"Not 'till I know you're safe in a cab." Said Munch.
"Ok," said Alex, "So, how did your day go?"
"Oh just peachy." Said Munch, "A couple of kids found the bodies of a mother and child behind an alley. Checked around and found out, she was a crack addict and in the middle of a custody battle with the baby's father."
"She killed her daughter and committed suicide?" asked Alex as she waved for cab.
"Yea." Replied Munch, "What a world we live in huh?"
"I guess." Said Alex as she got into a cab that pulled over, "Well, Detective, I'm safely in a cab. I'll let you go home now."
"It's been a pleasure talking to you, counselor." Said Munch.
"I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow. Take care."
"You too." Replied Munch. With that the two hung up their phones.
Alex finally arrived at her apartment, but she still could not. shake the weird vibe that plagued her earlier. She went through her nightly ritual of eating a light snack, showering and watching a little of the late show. It was around 1am when Alex decided to go to bed. She laid down in bed and turned out the light. But, instead of sleeping Alex laid wide awake.
Across town, Munch and Fin were sitting in a bar down the way from their station.
"So, Celia really doesn't mind you going out after work without calling?"
"We have an understanding." Said Fin.
"And What's that?"
"Look, man, I love her. If she goes out with some friends and comes home late, I don't have grill her all night about it, and the same goes with me. Plus, I ain't gonna sit here all night with you anyhow."
"True, I do have better things to do."
"Like what, Laundry?" Laughed Fin. Just then Fin's cell phone rang. He picked it up,
"Tutuola."
"Hey Baby." Said Celia on the other end.
"Hey."
"Whatcha doing?" Celia asked, mocking a child's voice
"Hanging at a bar with Munch."
"Ok." Said Celia, "Can you pick up one of those random apartment guides on the way home?"
"What the hell for?" laughed Fin
"I still think we should find a new place closer to work."
"I don't wanna move." Said Fin.
"But, your place is too hard to clean."
"I'll get your guide." Said Fin, "And we'll talk when I get home."
"Ok, sweetie." Laughed Celia as she hung up her phone.
"What were you saying earlier about not having to answer to her?" laughed Munch.
"Shut up," said Fin, "She wanted me to pick up an apartment guide."
"She still wants to get a new apartment?" Munch asked
"Yeah, she says that cleaning my place is too hard, and that all the furniture she wants to buy won't match the place." Laughed Fin
"Hey, she's cleaning your place, I wouldn't complain." Said Munch.
It was 9am in the morning, and Alex was sitting at her desk preparing for the trials she had to endure for the day. Her hair was unusually disheveled, her eyes were puffy, and she was working on the 7th cup of coffee. When Claire Kincaid knocked on her office door, she did not even hear the knock.
"Alex?" Claire asked. Startled, Alex shot her head up, "You alright?"
"Yea, I just… uh… didn't get much sleep last night." Replied Alex
"You can't let this case get to you like this." Said Claire.
"It's not the case. Mrs. Pilor can't avoid jail, she killed her husband in cold blood and she's going to spend the 25 to Life at Bedford Hills."
"So then what's bothering you?" Claire asked.
"Nothing, I just didn't sleep well." Insisted Alex
"You sure?"
"Yes." Alex insisted again.
"Ok, but at least brush your hair before you go to court." Laughed Claire.
"I will." Alex chuckled back, "Tell Jack I'll be ready to go in about…" Alex was cut off as a brick flew through the window behind her and just narrowly missed her head. Alex ducked her head down to protect her face from the shards of glass from the window.
"Oh My God!" Claire screamed, "Alex are you alright!"
"Yea, I'm fine." Replied an obviously shook up Alex. She rose from her chair slowly and walked around to where Claire was standing.
"Who would do this?" asked Claire as Alex picked up brick on her desk. She looked at the brick. Written in chalk on the top of the brick was a message.
"I Love U!" Said Alex reading the brick, "Great."
"I'm going to call Det. Curtis." Said Claire as she turned to leave.
"NO!" snapped Alex, "I'll do it later."
"What!" Claire snapped back, "You can't be serious."
"Claire, I have a hearing to get to, right now." Said Alex, "I'll call the police later."
"What about your window?" asked Claire?
"I'm on the third floor, no one is going to break in."
"Alex, I'm serious. This could be a dangerous situation. You can't let this slide."
"I can Claire, and I am." Said Alex as Claire gave her a disapproving look, "Look, I'm going to court, when I get back, I will call Curtis and tell him what's going on."
"You promise?" asked Claire.
"Yes, I swear." Said Alex as she grabbed her briefcase, "Let's go." With that Alex and Claire were walked out of the office.