Chapter Twelve- A Second Chance
Thanks to ginormoussvufan and Sergeant Happy Bunny
I promise Elliot and Alex's death are not the end to the story. They will be back.
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Jackson buried his face in his hands. It was a sunny and bright day, but he felt as if someone had died. Someone had died; two people to be exact. The love of his life and Elliot, whom he never liked but had always admired. It was an open casket for both of them at the funeral. Jackson had touched Alex for the last time that day. He had touched her face and then her hair and tried desperately to keep the tears from falling.
He was finally home. The cold wind had blown in his face and made him shiver. Not just from the cold of the crisp January day, but from the fact that he was alone. All alone now. He went into his apartment. His and Alex's apartment. He didn't want to believe that in a matter of seconds she was gone. He spotted the picture of them and Olivia and Elliot in a frame on the mantel. It broke his heart. He picked up and threw it as hard as he can, watching it with a grim look on his face as it shattered into a million pieces.
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Olivia cried. She cried before the funeral, during the funeral and after it was over. She had kissed Elliot's forehead before they lowered him into the ground and then moved to look at Alex one last time. When they were lowered into the ground, salutes were made and shots were fired to honor a dedicated detective and a gutsy prosecutor. Olivia couldn't stop crying.
By the time she reached home, her tears were dry. She had run out of tears and out of sorrow. She felt numb. She went directly to their bedroom, letting out a cry of pain, when she realized now that it was hers and only hers. Elliot wasn't with her anymore. She lay on the bed and curled into a fetus position, finding that she hadn't really run out of tears. She broke down again, wishing desperately for Elliot…for the man she loved and needed, who had given his life to save hers.
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Casey kept her head bowed as she walked home. She wanted to know why life was so unfair to take Alex and Elliot away. They were both needed and loved. Why couldn't fate have chosen someone who mattered less? Casey was ashamed of the thought. No life mattered less unless he was a rapist or murderer, but in her mind, anyone could have taken their place.
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One Year Later
Casey had surveyed Alex's former office. She didn't want it, but knew she had to take it. She was taking Alex's place. She ran her hand over the ebony of the desk and looked out the window, almost swearing she could see Alex's reflection in it. She sat down on Alex's chair and laid her head down on the desk. "Alex help me through this." She murmured. A lot had happened through the year. Casey had gone through a promotion and a divorce. She found life hard without Alex to mentor her and without Elliot on the force.
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Olivia sat across from the empty desk across from her. She had refused to take a new partner since Elliot's death, but Cragen still brought over new cops. She had bitched at every single one of them and terrorized them until one by one they all transferred. She didn't care. She poured her entire life into her work. She rarely spoke now and the warmness in her brown eyes was gone. She wasn't the same person. Olivia was dead…she had died a year ago the day the lost her partner.
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Jackson took a gulp of whiskey. He didn't care that the next morning he would wake up the biggest hangover of his life. He never did. He was just glad that the alcohol numbed the pain. It didn't make him forget, but at least now he didn't have that unbearable pain in his chest. He took another swig. He glanced at the time. He didn't care. The phone rang, he lumbered to his feet to pick it up. A new story. He wasn't interested but had to take it to keep the apartment that he and Alex had bought. He wasn't going to lose it. It was the last time he had to hang onto.
He scribbled down the address of the place. It was called the Seeking Eye, a new story that sold spell books and stuff like that. He thought it was a load of crap, but a story was a story. He dragged himself out into the cold New York air, faintly remembering that it had been a year since he had lost Alex.
Jackson finally made it home. He dropped his stuff on the ground and unsteadily made his way to the couch. There was a book on his couch. "What the hell?" he thought. He looked at the title. "De Vermis Mysteriis" It automatically opened by itself. He dropped it with a startled look. The pages finally stopped turning.
"To Restore What Was Lost Before It's Time"
The title of a spell. Jackson stared at it, realizing the opportunity. He reached for the phone. It was a second chance, for him and Olivia. It was a chance for them to get back what their hearts wanted the most.
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I promise Elliot and Alex will be back. You think I have the heart to kill them off permanently? You think I have no heart? Of course not. I love the pairing and they will be back. I would kill myself before I killed them off permanently.