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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.