Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of SVU and I never will, they belong to
Dick Wolf
Alexandra Cabot stared out her window at the people who passed by. The man who had
shot her had been prosecuted, she was supposed to be safe but she was still in witness
protection. It was thought that maybe her shooter's goons could still be a threat to her, of
course no one knew how many people Alex's shooter had had working for him so she
would probably never be able to return to NYC.
She ran her fingers through her now brown hair, and thought back to her days, has a
powerful and blonde ADA.
Every day she wondered if she could sneak away for one last visit to NYC, so she could
see the people she loved most again. But she had reason to believe that witness protection
would somehow find out, well at least that was what she told herself, really she was
afraid of the reaction of her friends
Last time she'd seen them, she had only returned to help prosecute her shooter, then she
had been forced back into witness protection with no time to say good-bye. She knew she
had to get out of witness protection or else she'd go insane, but with each passing day her
hope of ever seeing her friends again would slim down.
She saw a young girl walk up to her door and ring the bell, the girl was young maybe 11
with long brown hair and green eyes and pale skin. She was holding a brown package and
kept on looking behind her nervously.
Alex slowly got up and walked towards the door. She turned the handle and opened the
door, "May I help you little girl?" she asked bending down slightly to get at the same
eyelevel has the little girl.
"Mother and I just moved to the house across the street and I was sent over here to say
hello and give you this." She said and held out the brown package to Alex, she bent her
head down the mumbled, "It's a pie."
"Thank you so much, hey I have an idea why don't you and your mother come over and
maybe we can eat this together?" Alex offered, she figured maybe she could get her mind
of witness protection for a little while anyways.
"Um no thanks, mother is very busy right now, unpacking um you know…busy." The
little girl said nervously.
"Ok then. Come see me if you ever have some time why don't you? I only just moved
here a month ago myself, it would be great if I could get to know the neighbors."
"Ok I guess that would be alright. Um by the way what's you're name?" The little girl asked.
"Emily and what's yours?" Alex lied automatically
"Bethany."
"Alright then Bethany how old are you? Eleven maybe?"
"Um actually I'm twelve almost thirteen." Bethany replied, a slight hint of venom in her
voice.
"Oh sorry…" Alex said somewhat embarrassed.
"It's ok, I guess I am kinda small for my age." Bethany replied apologetically.
Bethany turned and waved good-bye then ran back to her house.
Bethany lay in her new pink bed, she hated pink but it was all her mother could afford to
buy. She thought about her neighbor, Emily and she had the strangest feeling that they'd
meet before. Emily had said that she had just moved here, maybe she had moved from
New York City too, Bethany thought, well she would ask her the next time she visited
her.
Bethany was smart though, so she decided she'd do some research and see if there was
something more to Emily. First she decided to check the NYC newspapers, just to make
sure Emily wasn't some crazy murderer on the run from the cops.
She had been looking through her mother's collection of old newspapers for about a half
hour before she found it, a picture of Emily from a while back; only it said that her name
was Alexandra Cabot and that she was killed. It couldn't possibly be Emily but she
decided anyways to visit Emily tomorrow just to make sure.
She didn't know why but she had a feeling that maybe she and Emily had something that
connected them and she wouldn't stop searching for it until she found out what it was.
