Ava Cabot
Winter Sky
A Law and Order: SVU fic
Disclaimer: Of course I own nothing but the plot and my made-up character, Lawrence T. Williams.
Without the mask,
Where will you hide?
Can't find yourself,
Lost in your lies.
I know the truth,
And I know who you are,
And I don't love you anymore.
Evanescence: Everybody's Fool
I praise myself for never turning a case.
My name is Alexandra Cabot, and I am the ADA for the entire state of New York. I work specifically to put away felons who committed a crime of sexual nature, considered especially dangerous. The SVU department is like my minions, finding me victims to testify, and criminals to persecute. I'm not sick for enjoying what I do. Putting perps behind bars is what I live for.
But this was one case even I couldn't handle.
The law is very specific. It clearly states that if a member of the jury knows any member of the trial, whether it is the judge, defendant, or persecuting ADA, they are required to step down, to prevent an unlawful bias.
But if the ADA knows the defendant, sometimes they are asked to leave the case. After all, the defending lawyer would argue my motive for the prosecution. And in this case, I wouldn't disagree. I wasn't pleased when asked by my supervisor to hand the case over to someone else, when I saw the defendant; I knew my job was clear.
I could not prosecute Kathy Stabler.
The day that the case was assigned, as I remember, was cold and blustery. A typical New York winter day. My hair, forever flying haphazardly into my face, nearly blocked my field of vision, which lead to my near contact with a pillar outside the SVU department.
I knew something was wrong when I walked inside. There were no welcomes for me. The familiar sight of Elliot, Olivia, Fin, and John together on a case was not there. Instead, Cragen snapped for me, pointing to his office. Elliot was nowhere to be seen. Fin and John ignored me, pretending to read over a file. Their eyes were not moving—I could see glassy tears building up for both. What scared me was the lack of warmth in John's ignorance. Usually he saved a smile for me. But today, there was nothing but ice.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked. "I thought everyone would be working on the Tyler case. That victim is decapitating off all of the evidence, and if we can't use that, I'm so screwed over, that---"
"Enough, Cabot," he snaps. "The Tyler evidence will wait. I don't think the DA will mind if we put you on another case temporarily."
My leather briefcase shifts against my leg. "Where's Olivia? I asked her to check out the parent's house yesterday, and she never checked in. She's usually so punctual, too."
"Olivia won't be coming in for some time." He kicked open a small cooler beside his desk. "So, what's your poison?"
I shook my head. "Not now. Where is Olivia?"
The cooler slams shut, startling me back towards the open door. Outside, Fin and John remain silent. I know they can hear every word.
"Olivia is in intensive care." Cragen's eyes take on a far-away gaze. "Elliot's at home, probably ready to shoot himself."
"If some perp hurt her, wouldn't I be notified?"
"You were." His voice is sharp now. "The new case we're working on is this. We caught the attacker, and she's in Bellevue, awaiting your first meeting."
"A woman?"
"A woman," agrees Cragen. "I don't know how your boss will go over with this. She might take you off." He shrugged. "But I think you should start on it. You knew Olivia and her attacker. Maybe you dig something up for your replacement."
"Who was her attacker?"
"Olivia hasn't woken up yet. Fin and Munch are going to check in at the hospital in about an hour."
"Who hurt Olivia?"
"Maybe you could go check on Elliot, just to make sure he's still alive."
"Don."
He sighed. "Elliot's killing himself mentally for this. Huang's going to be shrinking him for a long time, after this."
"Someone close to him."
"Yes."
"A relative?"
"No, not exactly."
"Stop playing games, Captain. Tell me who the damn attacker was, and I'll start building my case."
"Kathy Stabler." He spits the answer out, his eyes narrowed and angry. "Elliot's wife tried to strangle Olivia late last night. When she didn't clock in at six, Elliot went to go check on her." He stopped, closing his eyes to block out my steel-eyed glare. "He found Olivia on the floor of her bedroom, with Kathy sobbing beside her. The fingerprints underneath Olivia's fingers match Kathy's DNA. Olivia tried to fight back, but Kathy was too strong." He slammed his hand on the desk, rattling the can of licorice sideways.
"Olivia never slept enough to be strong. She tried to be here too damn much, and she paid the price."
My head doesn't start to calculate, as it would with any other case. Instead I'm numb, wondering why in the world anyone would attack Olivia.
But then again, why should I be surprised?
John and I discussed this once. He was always someone that had a brain- stemming topic to argue. Whether it was Roswell or the validity of a sugarcoated government statement, he was always there to rattle my mind with nonsense.
I like men who challenge me. John was one of those men. I won't lie and say I didn't like his intrusions.
But now was different. I couldn't stray away from the latest case at hand. An SVU detective was lying in a coma because of her partner's estranged wife. I could either sit on my ass and cry, or get a case built to win.
I was ready to fight.
I didn't appreciate the attitude of Kathy Stabler's lawyer. I've met surly, obnoxious, and horny lawyers before, but the very face of Lawrence Williams made my stomach churn.
"Miss Cabot," he said, his words dripping with honey. "How nice of you to meet my client on such short notice."
"It's 'Ms. Cabot' or ADA Cabot, Williams," I snapped. "And I want to get Mrs. Stabler's story straight." I set my briefcase primly beside Lawrence's chair, ignoring the sagging flesh that creeped over the seat.
Kathy Stabler stared defiantly at me. Cop wives are always tougher than the average bride. They are made to believe in reality, in death, destruction, and persecution. They also know the dangerous world of the department and desks, with younger, exotic partners tearing their husbands away.
The scene was straight out of a movie-of-the-week plot. Innocent wife tries to murder her husband's beautiful partner, accusing them both of being entangled within a passionate affair for the last five years. It seemed so surrealistic to me, and yet here I was, prosecuting the case.
"Mrs. Stabler, where were you on the night of December 2?"
She stared at me. "I was at home. Waiting for Elliot to come back from the department."
"Is there anyone who can verify that you were indeed in Queens for the entire night?"
She laughed coldly. "My sleeping children can't." She turned to face the window. "Except for Dickie. He stayed up until one, waiting for Elliot to come home. He wanted to show his father the science project he made." Her eyes clouded over. "He won second place, and his father wasn't there to congratulate him."
"That's very touching, Mrs. Stabler, but Detective Benson's time of attempted murder is three in the morning. Where were you then?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I was home."
Williams leaned forward, his beady eyes fixed on me. "I think you have enough information, Ms. Cabot. Is that all you wish to ask my client?"
I regarded him with contempt. "No, Mr. Williams, I'm not done. Now sit down and wait."
Kathy crossed her arms, fidgeting from my gaze. She cast her eyes down, now playing the role of an innocent, love-driven killer. "I did go to Detective Benson's apartment that night. But it was earlier, at around two."
"And why did you go there?"
Her voice was plain. "I wanted to see if my husband was there."
"And was he?"
She nodded. "He was dropping her off."
"So, he was not engaged in any romantic contact with Detective Benson?"
"No," she whispered.
Trial part 31
Tuesday, December 13
"What did Detective Stabler, your husband, proceed to do after dropping Detective Benson off at her apartment building."
"He waved good-bye, and swore that someday, he would be home for his wife and kids on time."
"And then what did you do?"
"Objection!" shouted Williams, rising heavily. "The witness could not be placed at the apartment at this time. No witnesses."
I turned to Williams. "Why thank you, Mr. Williams. But I think your client has already verified that she was indeed present." I looked at Kathy. "Right, Mrs. Stabler? You did state that earlier. And to lie now would be perjury."
"Objection! Badgering the witness!"
Judge Petrovsky, eyeing Williams carefully, slammed her gavel down. "Over- ruled. Continue, Ms. Cabot."
"Mrs. Stabler, what did you proceed to do after your husband left? "
"I waited in the car." She began to wring her hands, twisting her wedding band around her thin finger. "I—I was so scared that he had been sleeping with her earlier. I couldn't get the thought of him cheating on me with his own partner out of my head."
"Where were you at three a.m. that morning?"
Solid tears slid down her pale face. "I went inside Detective Benson's apartment. She was asleep on her couch, still in her work clothes." She turned to the jury, looking for a sympathetic face. "Elliot's coffee mug was beside her. Her lipstick was all over it, and I knew she'd been drinking out of it." She narrowed her eyes. "I—I blacked out. I went wild. I shook her awake, and screamed for her to explain herself."
"Did you strangle Detective Benson there?"
"Objection! Leading the defendant!"
"Over-ruled. Continue."
I leaned forward, staring Kathy Stabler straight in the eye. "What did you say to Detective Benson?"
Her voice was choked with tears. "I screamed that she had been sleeping with my husband for over five years. Th--That she drove him away from his family and wife."
"And then?"
"I said she was going to pay for what she did. I—I couldn't see her with Elliot anymore. She would have to leave the SVU department. Forever."
The court door closed quietly in the background. Without turning around, I knew Elliot Stabler had entered the room. His eyes bore into the back of my head as he sat down.
On the prosecutor's side.
"Mrs. Stabler, did you have any reason to strangle Detective Benson?"
She looked up me. "You aren't married, are you, Ms. Cabot?"
I took off my glasses. "I'm not the one on trial, Mrs. Stabler."
Her voice became frantic. "You wouldn't understand! I've lived in fear that my own husband has been sleeping with his partner! A woman that has taken up more of his life than I have! She couldn't have my husband!" Kathy began to weep into her hands. "Elliot was my husband, not hers."
"Your Honor, my client is clearly distraught!"
Petrovsky stared at me. "Are you done, Ms. Cabot?"
I spun on my heel away from Kathy Stabler. "One last question, Your Honor."
She nodded. "Make it short."
"Mrs. Stabler," I said softly. "Do you plead guilty in this crime?"
I can hear Elliot intake a sharp breath. I know he doesn't want his wife to go to jail, nevertheless be arrested for attempted murder. But he can't forget what he did to Olivia. Kathy was a deranged wife wanting revenge against her husband's new interest.
In any other case, I would have felt no pity for the defendant. But I knew what Kathy went through. Long, lonely nights alone in a double bed, waiting for a husband that would never come home. Kathy dreamed about him together with Olivia, cheating on her with his own partner. But she didn't regret what she had done to Olivia.
"Not guilty," she whispers, staring directly at Elliot as she speaks.
St. Catherine's Hospital
756 45 East Avenue
Thursday, December 15
Olivia is sitting against her bed when I arrive. Her neck is wrapped with thick bandages, but I can see the blood seeping through. Her wounds, both physical and mental, will take years to heal.
"Hey," she said softly. "I'm sorry you had to prosecute today."
I snort. "You feel sorry for me? I'm sorry you have an ugly bandage around your neck."
She doesn't smile back. "I don't blame Kathy for what she did, Alex."
I sat on the corner of her grade-A hospital bed. "Why not?"
She shrugs, wincing painfully. "I don't know. Probably because she was right to hurt me. After all, I hurt her."
"An eye for an eye went out with the Romans, Olivia."
"Not for Kathy Stabler."
I hear a noise behind me. Elliot grunts a greeting to me, sinking wearily into a visitor's chair beside Olivia's bed. Her bandaged hand is held in his. The way he gazes at her, even I can feel the love that goes between them.
"It's true, isn't it?"
Olivia stares at me. "What?"
"That you two—have been more than partners for the last few years."
"You talked to Cragen, didn't you?"
I shrugged. "We might have exchanged some words."
"John, then."
I look down. "Yes."
Olivia looks at Elliot. "We should have told her, El."
"The jury would have nailed Alex for bias against the defendant."
"I've had harder cases, believe me."
Olivia smiles finally. "You probably have."
Elliot's eyes are tired but strong. "Do you think they'll send Kathy to jail?"
I sling my briefcase over my shoulder. "I don't know. Olivia is a police officer, but if you two did really...well...have an affair, there might be some vengeful wife in the jury that wants justice for Kathy."
Elliot heaves a sigh. "I guess so."
I touch his hand gently. "Don't blame yourselves. In your eyes, what you two did was right. Love never makes sense to anyone but the people in it."
"Thus the wise words of the ADA," chuckles Olivia. She looks at the clock. "You'd better go, Alex. You'll need sleep to grill Williams tomorrow."
I nod. "Take care of yourselves."
Both watch me leave silently. But as the elevator doors open to swallow me inside, I can Olivia talking softly to Elliot.
"Were we right, Elliot?"
Even without looking, I know his response already. The elevator doors close behind me, but I know what he is saying.
"Yes."
A/N: I was having one of the biggest cases of writer's block. I was working on the third chapter, and couldn't finish it. I was halfway through and was stuck. So I spent a few days brainstorming and mentally beating myself against a wall, and then, inspiration hit me like lightening. Now go on, review chapter three of my twisted Elliot/Olivia series, Winter Sky.
Winter Sky
A Law and Order: SVU fic
Disclaimer: Of course I own nothing but the plot and my made-up character, Lawrence T. Williams.
Without the mask,
Where will you hide?
Can't find yourself,
Lost in your lies.
I know the truth,
And I know who you are,
And I don't love you anymore.
Evanescence: Everybody's Fool
I praise myself for never turning a case.
My name is Alexandra Cabot, and I am the ADA for the entire state of New York. I work specifically to put away felons who committed a crime of sexual nature, considered especially dangerous. The SVU department is like my minions, finding me victims to testify, and criminals to persecute. I'm not sick for enjoying what I do. Putting perps behind bars is what I live for.
But this was one case even I couldn't handle.
The law is very specific. It clearly states that if a member of the jury knows any member of the trial, whether it is the judge, defendant, or persecuting ADA, they are required to step down, to prevent an unlawful bias.
But if the ADA knows the defendant, sometimes they are asked to leave the case. After all, the defending lawyer would argue my motive for the prosecution. And in this case, I wouldn't disagree. I wasn't pleased when asked by my supervisor to hand the case over to someone else, when I saw the defendant; I knew my job was clear.
I could not prosecute Kathy Stabler.
The day that the case was assigned, as I remember, was cold and blustery. A typical New York winter day. My hair, forever flying haphazardly into my face, nearly blocked my field of vision, which lead to my near contact with a pillar outside the SVU department.
I knew something was wrong when I walked inside. There were no welcomes for me. The familiar sight of Elliot, Olivia, Fin, and John together on a case was not there. Instead, Cragen snapped for me, pointing to his office. Elliot was nowhere to be seen. Fin and John ignored me, pretending to read over a file. Their eyes were not moving—I could see glassy tears building up for both. What scared me was the lack of warmth in John's ignorance. Usually he saved a smile for me. But today, there was nothing but ice.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked. "I thought everyone would be working on the Tyler case. That victim is decapitating off all of the evidence, and if we can't use that, I'm so screwed over, that---"
"Enough, Cabot," he snaps. "The Tyler evidence will wait. I don't think the DA will mind if we put you on another case temporarily."
My leather briefcase shifts against my leg. "Where's Olivia? I asked her to check out the parent's house yesterday, and she never checked in. She's usually so punctual, too."
"Olivia won't be coming in for some time." He kicked open a small cooler beside his desk. "So, what's your poison?"
I shook my head. "Not now. Where is Olivia?"
The cooler slams shut, startling me back towards the open door. Outside, Fin and John remain silent. I know they can hear every word.
"Olivia is in intensive care." Cragen's eyes take on a far-away gaze. "Elliot's at home, probably ready to shoot himself."
"If some perp hurt her, wouldn't I be notified?"
"You were." His voice is sharp now. "The new case we're working on is this. We caught the attacker, and she's in Bellevue, awaiting your first meeting."
"A woman?"
"A woman," agrees Cragen. "I don't know how your boss will go over with this. She might take you off." He shrugged. "But I think you should start on it. You knew Olivia and her attacker. Maybe you dig something up for your replacement."
"Who was her attacker?"
"Olivia hasn't woken up yet. Fin and Munch are going to check in at the hospital in about an hour."
"Who hurt Olivia?"
"Maybe you could go check on Elliot, just to make sure he's still alive."
"Don."
He sighed. "Elliot's killing himself mentally for this. Huang's going to be shrinking him for a long time, after this."
"Someone close to him."
"Yes."
"A relative?"
"No, not exactly."
"Stop playing games, Captain. Tell me who the damn attacker was, and I'll start building my case."
"Kathy Stabler." He spits the answer out, his eyes narrowed and angry. "Elliot's wife tried to strangle Olivia late last night. When she didn't clock in at six, Elliot went to go check on her." He stopped, closing his eyes to block out my steel-eyed glare. "He found Olivia on the floor of her bedroom, with Kathy sobbing beside her. The fingerprints underneath Olivia's fingers match Kathy's DNA. Olivia tried to fight back, but Kathy was too strong." He slammed his hand on the desk, rattling the can of licorice sideways.
"Olivia never slept enough to be strong. She tried to be here too damn much, and she paid the price."
My head doesn't start to calculate, as it would with any other case. Instead I'm numb, wondering why in the world anyone would attack Olivia.
But then again, why should I be surprised?
John and I discussed this once. He was always someone that had a brain- stemming topic to argue. Whether it was Roswell or the validity of a sugarcoated government statement, he was always there to rattle my mind with nonsense.
I like men who challenge me. John was one of those men. I won't lie and say I didn't like his intrusions.
But now was different. I couldn't stray away from the latest case at hand. An SVU detective was lying in a coma because of her partner's estranged wife. I could either sit on my ass and cry, or get a case built to win.
I was ready to fight.
I didn't appreciate the attitude of Kathy Stabler's lawyer. I've met surly, obnoxious, and horny lawyers before, but the very face of Lawrence Williams made my stomach churn.
"Miss Cabot," he said, his words dripping with honey. "How nice of you to meet my client on such short notice."
"It's 'Ms. Cabot' or ADA Cabot, Williams," I snapped. "And I want to get Mrs. Stabler's story straight." I set my briefcase primly beside Lawrence's chair, ignoring the sagging flesh that creeped over the seat.
Kathy Stabler stared defiantly at me. Cop wives are always tougher than the average bride. They are made to believe in reality, in death, destruction, and persecution. They also know the dangerous world of the department and desks, with younger, exotic partners tearing their husbands away.
The scene was straight out of a movie-of-the-week plot. Innocent wife tries to murder her husband's beautiful partner, accusing them both of being entangled within a passionate affair for the last five years. It seemed so surrealistic to me, and yet here I was, prosecuting the case.
"Mrs. Stabler, where were you on the night of December 2?"
She stared at me. "I was at home. Waiting for Elliot to come back from the department."
"Is there anyone who can verify that you were indeed in Queens for the entire night?"
She laughed coldly. "My sleeping children can't." She turned to face the window. "Except for Dickie. He stayed up until one, waiting for Elliot to come home. He wanted to show his father the science project he made." Her eyes clouded over. "He won second place, and his father wasn't there to congratulate him."
"That's very touching, Mrs. Stabler, but Detective Benson's time of attempted murder is three in the morning. Where were you then?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I was home."
Williams leaned forward, his beady eyes fixed on me. "I think you have enough information, Ms. Cabot. Is that all you wish to ask my client?"
I regarded him with contempt. "No, Mr. Williams, I'm not done. Now sit down and wait."
Kathy crossed her arms, fidgeting from my gaze. She cast her eyes down, now playing the role of an innocent, love-driven killer. "I did go to Detective Benson's apartment that night. But it was earlier, at around two."
"And why did you go there?"
Her voice was plain. "I wanted to see if my husband was there."
"And was he?"
She nodded. "He was dropping her off."
"So, he was not engaged in any romantic contact with Detective Benson?"
"No," she whispered.
Trial part 31
Tuesday, December 13
"What did Detective Stabler, your husband, proceed to do after dropping Detective Benson off at her apartment building."
"He waved good-bye, and swore that someday, he would be home for his wife and kids on time."
"And then what did you do?"
"Objection!" shouted Williams, rising heavily. "The witness could not be placed at the apartment at this time. No witnesses."
I turned to Williams. "Why thank you, Mr. Williams. But I think your client has already verified that she was indeed present." I looked at Kathy. "Right, Mrs. Stabler? You did state that earlier. And to lie now would be perjury."
"Objection! Badgering the witness!"
Judge Petrovsky, eyeing Williams carefully, slammed her gavel down. "Over- ruled. Continue, Ms. Cabot."
"Mrs. Stabler, what did you proceed to do after your husband left? "
"I waited in the car." She began to wring her hands, twisting her wedding band around her thin finger. "I—I was so scared that he had been sleeping with her earlier. I couldn't get the thought of him cheating on me with his own partner out of my head."
"Where were you at three a.m. that morning?"
Solid tears slid down her pale face. "I went inside Detective Benson's apartment. She was asleep on her couch, still in her work clothes." She turned to the jury, looking for a sympathetic face. "Elliot's coffee mug was beside her. Her lipstick was all over it, and I knew she'd been drinking out of it." She narrowed her eyes. "I—I blacked out. I went wild. I shook her awake, and screamed for her to explain herself."
"Did you strangle Detective Benson there?"
"Objection! Leading the defendant!"
"Over-ruled. Continue."
I leaned forward, staring Kathy Stabler straight in the eye. "What did you say to Detective Benson?"
Her voice was choked with tears. "I screamed that she had been sleeping with my husband for over five years. Th--That she drove him away from his family and wife."
"And then?"
"I said she was going to pay for what she did. I—I couldn't see her with Elliot anymore. She would have to leave the SVU department. Forever."
The court door closed quietly in the background. Without turning around, I knew Elliot Stabler had entered the room. His eyes bore into the back of my head as he sat down.
On the prosecutor's side.
"Mrs. Stabler, did you have any reason to strangle Detective Benson?"
She looked up me. "You aren't married, are you, Ms. Cabot?"
I took off my glasses. "I'm not the one on trial, Mrs. Stabler."
Her voice became frantic. "You wouldn't understand! I've lived in fear that my own husband has been sleeping with his partner! A woman that has taken up more of his life than I have! She couldn't have my husband!" Kathy began to weep into her hands. "Elliot was my husband, not hers."
"Your Honor, my client is clearly distraught!"
Petrovsky stared at me. "Are you done, Ms. Cabot?"
I spun on my heel away from Kathy Stabler. "One last question, Your Honor."
She nodded. "Make it short."
"Mrs. Stabler," I said softly. "Do you plead guilty in this crime?"
I can hear Elliot intake a sharp breath. I know he doesn't want his wife to go to jail, nevertheless be arrested for attempted murder. But he can't forget what he did to Olivia. Kathy was a deranged wife wanting revenge against her husband's new interest.
In any other case, I would have felt no pity for the defendant. But I knew what Kathy went through. Long, lonely nights alone in a double bed, waiting for a husband that would never come home. Kathy dreamed about him together with Olivia, cheating on her with his own partner. But she didn't regret what she had done to Olivia.
"Not guilty," she whispers, staring directly at Elliot as she speaks.
St. Catherine's Hospital
756 45 East Avenue
Thursday, December 15
Olivia is sitting against her bed when I arrive. Her neck is wrapped with thick bandages, but I can see the blood seeping through. Her wounds, both physical and mental, will take years to heal.
"Hey," she said softly. "I'm sorry you had to prosecute today."
I snort. "You feel sorry for me? I'm sorry you have an ugly bandage around your neck."
She doesn't smile back. "I don't blame Kathy for what she did, Alex."
I sat on the corner of her grade-A hospital bed. "Why not?"
She shrugs, wincing painfully. "I don't know. Probably because she was right to hurt me. After all, I hurt her."
"An eye for an eye went out with the Romans, Olivia."
"Not for Kathy Stabler."
I hear a noise behind me. Elliot grunts a greeting to me, sinking wearily into a visitor's chair beside Olivia's bed. Her bandaged hand is held in his. The way he gazes at her, even I can feel the love that goes between them.
"It's true, isn't it?"
Olivia stares at me. "What?"
"That you two—have been more than partners for the last few years."
"You talked to Cragen, didn't you?"
I shrugged. "We might have exchanged some words."
"John, then."
I look down. "Yes."
Olivia looks at Elliot. "We should have told her, El."
"The jury would have nailed Alex for bias against the defendant."
"I've had harder cases, believe me."
Olivia smiles finally. "You probably have."
Elliot's eyes are tired but strong. "Do you think they'll send Kathy to jail?"
I sling my briefcase over my shoulder. "I don't know. Olivia is a police officer, but if you two did really...well...have an affair, there might be some vengeful wife in the jury that wants justice for Kathy."
Elliot heaves a sigh. "I guess so."
I touch his hand gently. "Don't blame yourselves. In your eyes, what you two did was right. Love never makes sense to anyone but the people in it."
"Thus the wise words of the ADA," chuckles Olivia. She looks at the clock. "You'd better go, Alex. You'll need sleep to grill Williams tomorrow."
I nod. "Take care of yourselves."
Both watch me leave silently. But as the elevator doors open to swallow me inside, I can Olivia talking softly to Elliot.
"Were we right, Elliot?"
Even without looking, I know his response already. The elevator doors close behind me, but I know what he is saying.
"Yes."
A/N: I was having one of the biggest cases of writer's block. I was working on the third chapter, and couldn't finish it. I was halfway through and was stuck. So I spent a few days brainstorming and mentally beating myself against a wall, and then, inspiration hit me like lightening. Now go on, review chapter three of my twisted Elliot/Olivia series, Winter Sky.