There's one thing I'd like to say before we continue with this story's next chapter:
My heart goes out to all of you that need to deal with the aftermath of removing laws protecting transgender people. It was brought under my attention. And as I am writing a story about it, I nearly got sick into my stomach when I read some tweets about it from Mariska and Ellen Degeneres. Hence the reason why I wanted this chapter out in the air, as quickly as possible.
Not quickly enough to my liking, however, I hope that it helps all of you, in a very small way of course, to deal with everything surrounding this.
Cabson
A/N I truly am sorry for all the time it took me to write another chapter for this story. I know y'all are waiting patiently for it to be posted.
The good thing about this chapter is though that it's length is somehow normal again for my standards. Those of you whom are reading my stories from the very first beginning, know that I like to write long chapters, with some kind of twist in it. Now, without saying too much, this chapter feels like the old me again.
Maybe there's hope for me to get back the swing in writing again.
Anyway, I won't hold y'all up any longer.
Enjoy reading this chapter, and let me know if y'all agree with me about what I just wrote in my A/N.
Chapter 58
"No matter where you go, know you're not alone, I'm only one call away."- Charlie Puth.
~~~O O O ~~~
"Detective Benson, you know...," Dr. Thomas started.
"Don't Detective Benson me, Alex is not going anywhere! She stays right where she is, got it?!" Oliver growled.
"But..." Dr. Thomas tried again, and failed miserably yet again, as Oliver didn't let him finish one more word.
"She. Stays. Right. Where. She. Is. Which part of that didn't you get, Dr. Thomas?! Try and change anything about Alex's position and you'll have it coming. Do I make myself clear?!" Oliver asked, through gritted teeth.
"I don't think...," Dr. Thomas said, and got interrupted for the third time.
"Final warning Dr. Thomas, try again and we're done! Do you get it now?" Oliver almost yelled.
By now the Detective had gotten out of his bed and was standing toe to toe with the Dr. whom now did look scared. Oliver was standing up straight and in very defensive, and almost aggressive, position in front of Dr. Thomas and the anger was radiating off the Detective. For the past 5 minutes the Dr. had tried and argued about Alex's being in Oliver's bed and now the Detective's patience was gone and his temper was rising quickly.
Alex had watched the 'tennis match' that had been played in front of her and decided that now would be a good moment to interfere and try shut down the major blowout that would have followed if she let it continue the way it was going now.
"Dr. Thomas, I think my husband has made it perfectly clear. Now you could continue and face his wrath, but I strongly suggest you to back off, right now," Alex said, her eyes gentle but she did use her courtroom voice.
Dr. Thomas looked at the couple one more time and decided to do what Alex, basically, had ordered, and conceded. By now, he knew what facing the Detective's or ADA's wrath meant, as he had been informed by some medical staff at the hospital. And most certainly didn't want to face either one of them. He knew that if he would continue, not only would Oliver be a pain in his ass, for as far as he wouldn't be it already, the rest of his staying, but also that it would be impossible to let the Detective do anything at all that he wanted him to do.
"Fine, Mrs. Benson is staying where she is right now. Happy now? Can we continue the conversation we started, before I left your room?" Dr. Thomas asked.
"I would have been happy if I didn't have to threaten you with my wrath in the first place, but I'll take it. I'm not dumb enough for that. And yes we shall continue," Oliver fired back.
"Alright, Detective and Mrs. Benson do either of you have any questions left for me regarding Detective Benson's surgery tomorrow?" Dr. Thomas asked.
Assured by her husband, Alex now fired at least a dozen questions at Dr. Thomas, whom patiently answered all the questions the attorney asked. About 20 minutes later, finally, Alex was finished and now knew everything she wanted to know about Oliver's surgery and her husbands recovery from said surgery.
It was 6.30 AM, the next morning, and nurse Pascal walked in to Oliver's room with a small cup in her hand.
"Detective Benson, I have some medication for you, you have to take before your surgery, now actually," nurse Pascal said.
"What kind of medication do you want me to take?" Oliver asked, suspiciously.
"Well some light pain medication to make you more comfortable for your surgery and to start with taking down your pain level after the surgery. Nothing too heavy but it will help you," nurse Pascal answered.
Alex took one quick look at her husband and shook her head, already knowing where this would be going to end with. Oliver raised one eyebrow at his wife before he looked back at the nurse and gave his reply.
"That's kind of you, but, no thank you. It won't be necessary. I don't need them," Oliver answered.
"Detective, it's not just you we give these medications, we do it with all of our patients. It will help to control your pain afterwards and makes you a bit more calm before the surgery, we understand that it's exciting and yet a bit scary perhaps as well," nurse Pascal replied.
Oliver looked at the nameplate on the nurse's chest to reassure himself he had the name right.
"Nurse Pascal, please take my chart and read what they have written about my blood pressure and heart rating, please," Oliver, for now, kindly requested.
The nurse looked down on Oliver's chart and back up to the Detective.
"As you can see for yourself, everything is perfectly fine. So again, no, thank you, but I won't need to take the medication," Oliver said.
"But Detective...," nurse Pascal stared.
"Look, nurse Pascal, I tried and tell you it nicely twice now. Let me put it in other words that will be more clear for you. I won't take the damn medication! I don't need it! So I don't give a damn about what you normally do or won't do, I won't take them!" Oliver, interrupted irritated.
Before the nurse could say anything, Alex spoke up.
"Nurse Pascal, my husband has a very high level of how much pain he can handle and he hates taking medication. So, please save yourself, and us, an argument that will blow up and will piss off my husband, and let go of trying to make my husband to take the medication," Alex said.
"Fine, I will let it go, but let me warn you that it might be more difficult to control your pain after your surgery, Detective Benson," Nurse Pascal answered.
One look at the Detective and the nurse decided it would better to leave, she quickly turned around and left the room. Thinking that it would be better to let them deal with the stubborn Detective in the recovery room.
~~~ A A A ~~~
It was 6 PM when Alex walked back into Oliver's hospital room. The brunette Detective had managed, around 4.30 PM, to convince his wife to go home, take a shower and change her clothes. Alex had decided she would pick up dinner at Mario's before she would come back to the hospital. Knowing how Oliver hated the hospital and the 'damn tasteless' food, as he called it, in it. So Alex decided on her way home to call Mario's and to stop and pick up dinner on her way back tot the hospital for her husband and she.
The nurses had refused to give the Detective some solid food, for most of the day. After being his usual self, Oliver had managed to get 2 pieces of bread, which, of course, wasn't even nearly enough to take away the hunger he'd had after not being able to eat since 7 PM last the night before.
The blonde attorney knowing her husband well, also knew it was only a matter of time before the detective would get cranky and get stubborn as hell. She also knew that he would get out of his bed and release himself, if he wouldn't get some proper meal or something like that around dinner time, as per hospital standards, that is. Alex had called Mario's and ordered some food and picked it up an hour later before she went back to the hospital.
With two bags of food, obviously too much, but wanting for her husband to have more things to choose from, Alex walked back into Oliver's hospital room. Only to find the room itself empty and no sign of her husband being in his room at all. For a moment the younger blonde got angry, thinking that the stubborn brunette had left the hospital in the time she went home, but on the second thought she knew that Oliver would have called her first. Just like he had done that awful day that brought them here now and of course together in the first place.
The moment Alex knew and realized that her husband had not left the hospital, the blonde ADA got worried. Instinctively she knew something was wrong. Oliver wouldn't leave without her letting know it if he could have done it.
Alex placed the bags with food on the table in the Detective's room, and walked quickly out of the room and to the nurses station.
"Where is my husband?" Alex asked, the anger clearly in her voice.
Nurse Pascal looked up from her paperwork and saw the blonde attorney standing in front of her and groaned inside herself.
"Great just when you think you've had it all. Of all the people that could show up at the station, it's ADA Cabot. I don't get paid enough to deal with both of them, multiple times a day," Nurse Pascal thought to herself, and internally shook her head.
"Mrs. Benson, your husband is back in the OR. He had a bleeding from his drains. I'm sorry. Didn't anyone call you to notify you about his complication?" Nurse Pascal asked, as she finished her explanation.
On the inside Alex was worried sick, on the outside she stayed the cool and calm attorney she was famous for.
"Would I ask you where my husband was, if someone had called me? I don't think so! Now get me a Doctor or surgeon here right now, who can update me on my husband's condition! And find out why I wasn't called in the first place! One would think that calling the wife would be a first priority, but no not in this hospital, apparently that's not important enough!" Alex answered coldly.
While the nurse was almost desperately searching for a Doctor whom would be able to answer the at least a dozen questions, the blonde attorney would have, Alex herself was calling Abby and Jane, who were at Jane's apartment 3 blocks away from the hospital. The blonde was furious on the phone, mostly because she didn't want to let the fear she felt come to the surface. Abby and Jane promised to be at Alex's side in the hospital in 10 minutes tops.
While Alex was giving her wrath to, the almost poor, Nurse Pascal, Abby and Jane arrived at the hospital. The ADA and Detective looked at Alex and then at each other. With one look knowing that if they didn't calm down the blonde attorney quickly, Nurse Pascal would be without a job very soon. Jane nodded at Abby, silently telling her that the Texan should take the lead. Both knew that while with Oliver, Jane would probably be able to calm down the tough Detective first, with Alex, most certainly it would be her fellow ADA and friend.
"Alex, we're here. What happened? How is Oliver doing?" Abby asked, as she tried to get the attention on herself.
"We are not done yet!" Alex barked at Nurse Pascal, while she turned around to face Abby and Jane.
Abby and Jane saw the anger radiating off the blonde ADA but they also saw the underlying fear that she obviously felt.
"As I told you on the phone, those morons working here at the hospital took Liv back to the OR because of a complication and failed to give me a call and tell me that! When I got back at Oliver's room, he wasn't there. So, I went and asked Nurse Rascal here," Alex said while rolling with her eyes, " and she told me about Oliver and had the nerve to ask me if nobody had called me. I asked her 10 minutes ago to get me a Doctor who could tell me how Liv's doing. But, as you can see, nobody showed up yet," Alex angrily explained.
The blonde attorney pointed her index finger to Nurse Pascal while she continued speaking towards Abby and Jane, "She is Liv's nurse, and she had the nerve to ask me if no one had called me! Apparently she or someone else is too dumb and stupid to do such a simple task as picking up the phone to call someone's wife! And then she thought that she would get away with it and got very rude when I gave her a piece of my mind. Well let me tell you this, after I finally have spoken with a Doctor or surgeon, I'm gonna make her pay and make sure she won't be working here anymore after today!" Alex said,
her eyes not as cold as ice, but her voice even made Abby and Jane slightly shivering.
"Honey, why don't we sit down and talk there while Jane gets us a cup of coffee?" Abby asked, as she guided Alex away from the terrified nurse.
The Texan looked at her girlfriend and Jane nodded at her before the lanky Detective walked away to get some coffee, mostly for their friend.
~~~ J/A J/A J/A ~~~
It was only ten minutes later when Jane came back with a tray with three cups of coffee and she was surprised when she saw only her girlfriend sitting on the chair where she had left them earlier.
"What happened? Where is Alex?" Jane asked a bit worried.
Abby just shook her head and answered the Detective's question.
"It's just like Alex and Oliver are on a tag team again, today. If, except for Nurse Pascal, nobody loses a job or get hit, we may be very relieved. Oliver woke up early yet again in the recovery room, and Alex wasn't there, of course.
Once Oli found out that Alex wasn't there, he got out his bed and almost ripped his IV off, to go and find her himself. Thankfully, one of the surgeons saw it coming and got back here as quickly as he could to go get Alex and take her to Oli.
I only know what Oli did because a nurse came running towards us to tell that they couldn't control our Badass Detective and that if they didn't get back there fast, Oliver would be walking through the hospital to find Alex. I never saw Alex running that fast as she did a few minutes ago and I would have laughed about it all, if Oli wouldn't have been in a surgery 15 minutes ago or something like that," Abby finished with a tiny smile on her lips.
"Really? He just didn't do that, did he?" Jane asked, as the lanky Detective shook her head.
Abby looked at her girlfriend with one eyebrow raised.
"You know he did. As would you have done if it was you we were talking about, and you know it," Abby smiled.
"Yeah, I know. It's just that I almost wouldn't believe it, but you're right, it's Oli were talking about here," Jane replied, deliberately leaving out the part about herself.
But Abby knew what the tall olive skinned Detective was doing.
"I know what you're doing here and it won't work. I know you well enough to know you would have done the same thing Jane Rizzoli," Abby smirked.
Jane looked at Abby and just rolled her eyes, like only Oliver and she could do.
Of course the ADA and Detective were worried about their friend, but it was nice that they could joke about it for now between the two of them. Both women knew that when Alex would come back or when they would be called into Oliver's room that things would be different. Oliver would be pissed off, as Alex also would be. The big question was, would they be mad at each other and fight or would their wrath turn against the hospital staff and/or them, when or if they were mad.
~~~ A/O A/O A/O ~~~
"Oliver Alexander Benson, get your ass back into that bed right now!" Alex yelled, as she walked into the recovery room.
Everyone in the recovery room held their breath after what they had been through with the hardheaded Detective moments ago. It was clear that everyone expected that things would explode, so to speak, with the way the younger blonde came into the room, and all of them looked with fear in their eyes towards Oliver.
Oliver looked at Alex and a huge smile broke through on his face, while he climbed back into his bed, and replied to the blue-eyed ADA.
"Alex! You're back, you're here!" Oliver almost squealed.
The blonde shook her head and with a smile she walked over to Oliver's bed, relieved that Oliver seemed to be alright now.
"You just can't behave yourself, can you, when I'm not in your presence?" Alex asked lightly.
Oliver just smiled sheepishly to his wife.
"You know me," Oliver simply answered.
"That I do, yes, that I do. I would say, next time just stay in your bed and be patient, but I know that would be useless to do," Alex said, before she softly continued, "You scarred me, Liv. I came back and you weren't there," Alex said.
The whole room let out their breath and thought they could breathe normally again with the way the brunette Detective just responded. But nothing was what it looked like, as they would find out the very next seconds.
"I'm sorry Lex. I woke up and you weren't there. You know me, I thought that something might have happened to you and I got out of my bed to go and look for you myself," Oliver softly replied.
Alex took a deep breath before she gave her own answer to her husband, knowing that things would heat up again. Even though she knew there was a chance her Detective would explode, she decided to be honest with him. She always had been and even now, she wouldn't start to lie to him.
"I know baby, it wasn't my fault though, that I wasn't here for you. Someone in this hospital failed to call me, after you went back to the OR. I didn't know you had complications, Liv. I only found out about it because I went asking at the nurse station where you were," Alex explained.
"You're kidding me right?" Oliver asked, while setting his jaw.
Alex shook her head, "No Liv, I'm not. I was not notified and didn't know you were taken away for surgery again," Alex answered.
"Fucking unbelievable. One would think that calling the wife would be a completely normal thing to do. But no, they're too dumb to think of such an important thing to do. I'll take care of it right now myself, Lex," Oliver said angrily.
The Detective looked around in the room until his eye fell on the nurse in charge of the recovery room.
"You, get me a phone right now and get me the number of the planning bureau for surgeries," Oliver growled as he pointed at the terrified looking nurse.
The nurse in question nodded before she quickly turned around and walked to the desk in the middle of the room and picked up a phone, then she flipped through a file where the extensions for the numbers in the hospital were until she found the number she was looking for. While she stood with her back towards the Detective and ADA, she took a breath to calm her self down and then turned around and walked back towards Oliver and handed the phone to the waiting Detective.
"The extension is 3779, Detective," The nurse said.
"Thank you," Oliver answered sarcastically.
The Detective dialed the number and waited till the other side picked up.
"This is Detective Oliver Benson, I want to speak with Kathy, now!" Oliver barked.
30 seconds later Kathy got on the phone.
"Oliver, are you OK? What's wrong?" Kathy asked worried.
"Depends on how you look at it. Anyway, I want you to get over here right now. I'm at..., wait a second Kathy," Oliver said as he looked towards the nurse, "what floor are we here?" Oliver asked.
"Third floor, Detective Benson," the nurse answered.
Oliver nodded and continued his conversation with Kathy, "Recovery room at the third floor, I want you to come over here right now, Kathy," Oliver said, more like ordered.
"Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can. I need to do something else first, but I'll be there in 15 minutes tops," Kathy promised.
Oliver gave back the phone to nurse and turned to Alex.
"When we're back at my room, call Abby and Jane, Lex. Let them come to my room, please," Oliver said softly, but Alex could hear the anger in her husband's voice.
"What are you planning to do, Detective? Why do you want Kathy to come over?" Alex asked, one eyebrow raised, before she continued, "Abby and Jane are already in the hospital, Liv. I called them while I was waiting for someone that could give me an update about you," Alex finished.
"I want to know who screwed up or failed to do their job, if you would prefer calling it that. Kathy can help me with finding out who it was. I think that it's someone who I or maybe we know. Gut feeling. I might not be at the precinct for a while now, but you can't get the Detective out of the Detective, can you," Oliver said more than he asked.
Alex smiled softly at Oliver and still answered to the Detective, "No you can not," Alex said.
Then the blonde ADA frowned her eyebrows.
"You don't think it's someone from one of our previous cases, do you?" Alex asked worried.
"I don't know if it is someone from a case or not. I just know that it's someone we know but from what or where, not yet. I figured that we will know it soon enough if Kathy can find out whom should have called you and failed to do it," Oliver replied.
Oliver turned his head away from Alex and looked around the room again looking for the poor nurse again.
When he saw her he cleared his voice and called out to her. The nurse turned around and walked back to Oliver's bed, again.
"Yes, Detective?" The nurse asked.
"When Kathy has been here I want to go back to my room. I'm fine as you can see for yourself and I want to go back to my room," Oliver stated.
The nurse sighed inside herself. Debating whether to give the stubborn Detective what he wanted or not. Normally someone had to stay longer than the Detective had been in the recovery room, but the Detective was anything but a normal patient after all.
"Well, normally you should have to stay here longer. But I figure that someone that gets out of bed to go and look for his wife, will be well enough to go back to their room, Detective," the nurse said.
"Wise decision, nurse. Wise decision," Oliver said.
The nurse just shook her head and walked away from Oliver's bed.
Alex also shook her head but smiled at her Detective.
"You just can't help yourself, can you? And you don't have to answer that question I already know the answer to it myself," Alex quipped.
"What did I do now? I politely made clear what I wanted, that's all," Oliver sweetly said.
"You sure are something, Detective," Alex replied.
Alex and Oliver made some small talk until Kathy showed up in the recovery room, 12 minutes after her and Oliver's conversation on the phone.
When Kathy saw Alex sitting next to Oliver, the blonde raised one eyebrow.
"Oliver Benson, why is Alex here in the recovery room with you, what did you do this time?" Kathy asked.
"Why is that I always must have done something?" Oliver asked.
"Because you always have done something," Alex answered lightly.
"I know how it works with you cops, Oli. And I've known you for a long time, I know how you are or, I should say, not, behaving when you're in the hospital," Kathy added.
Then the oldest of the two blondes turned serious again.
"Seriously, why did you want me to come down here. And what did you do that required Alex's presence here?" Kathy asked.
Oliver took a breath to try to calm down himself, because just thinking about it, got him pissed off already.
"Alex had left the hospital to go home to shower and change clothes. But I got a complication and they got me back to the OR, as you know since I asked you to come here and not to my room. Anyway when I woke up Alex wasn't here. So I argued with the staff here and got out of my bed, to go and look for Alex myself. I was worried that something might have happened to her. Long story short, Alex got her before I had left the room. But nobody had called her, Kathy. Alex came back in the hospital to an empty room. Some damn nurse didn't do their fucking job and didn't call my wife! That's why I asked you to come down here," Oliver finished angrily.
Kathy looked, with some sort of shocked, surprised look at her face, at Oliver and Alex.
"They didn't call you, Alex?" Kathy asked.
"No they most certainly did not! I had to find it out myself when I went to the nurse station and asked them where my husband was. And then I had to run to the recovery room, because Detective Badass here, wanted to come and get me, himself, as usually, " Alex answered.
"Hey, I had perfectly good reason to get out of my bed!" Oliver argued.
Alex and Kathy looked at each other and just shook their heads. Then Kathy looked back at the olive skinned Detective in the bed.
"You didn't answer my question about why you wanted me to come over here," Kathy said.
"I want you to find out which moron didn't do their job and are too dumb do a simple task as calling my wife, and tell her that I went back to the OR," Oliver said.
"OK, two things. One, I will go and find out who should have called Alex. Two, why did you have to go back to the OR, in the first place?" Kathy asked.
"I was bleeding near or from one of the drains, or something like that," Oliver replied.
"You're alright now aren't you, Oli?" Kathy asked.
"Yeah of course I am," Oliver answered, acting like nothing had happened.
"Good. Now I'm going and find out who it was." Kathy said.
"When you know it, come to my room. It's on the fifth floor, room 545. I'm going back to my room after you are gone," Oliver answered.
"Of course you do. Anyway, I'll get out your hair now and come back to your room when I know it. Stay in your bed in your room when you're back there, Benson," Kathy said.
Oliver rolled his eyes at Kathy.
"I'll try to do my best at keeping him there, Kathy. And thank you for helping us out here," Alex said.
"Of course I do, no need to thank me for that, Alex," Kathy smiled.
The older blonde nodded at the Detective and ADA and left the recovery room.
In the time that Kathy was talking with Alex and Oliver, one of the nurse had called Oliver's floor and asked if they could come down and get the Detective, and take him back to his room. Luckily for Oliver, but mostly for the nurses in the recovery room, a nurse came down to the recovery just a couple of minutes after Kathy had left them. Oliver got back to his room ten minutes after they came to get him and Alex went to get Abby and Jane, once her husband was settled in his room again.
"You can't help yourself and stay in your bed, can you, Oil?" Abby asked, as she walked into the Detective's room.
Behind Abby, Alex and Jane, also entered the room. Alex walked straight towards the Detective's bed and climbed on top of it, to settle down next to her husband, like she always did. Abby and Jane shook their head and both brunettes grabbed a chair and pulled it over to Oliver's bed and took a seat.
"Good to see you too, Texas," Oliver said, before he responded to the brunette ADA, "Yeah, well, if someone had done their job and called my precious wife here, I wouldn't have to get out of my bed in the first place," Oliver answered.
"I think that Oli has a good point here. I would have done the same, as we all know. With Abby of course, not Alex," Jane said.
"Not wanting to get your ass kicked Rizzoli?" Oliver snickered.
Jane flipped Oliver the bird before she replied towards the Detective.
"You wouldn't kick my ass, Benson. Not because you couldn't do it, but because you would have killed me if I would get out of my bed for Alex and you know it. With only one exception, Alex being in danger. I'm not dumb enough to do that, and more importantly, I don't have a death wish," Jane smiled.
"Hey, I'm not that bad. I wouldn't do that," Oliver answered, as he pretended to be offended.
"Yes, you would," came out three mouth at the same time.
The three of them started to laugh and Oliver joined the women laughing about it himself too. After they were done laughing, they all turned serious again.
"Seriously, did you find anything out already?" Abby asked.
"No not yet. But Kathy will come here once she knows whose ass I do need to kick," Oliver replied.
"Kathy? What has she to do to with all of this? How did she know what happened?" Jane asked surprised.
Both brunettes looked with a surprised look at the strong Detective and waited for him to answer Jane's questions.
"Alex told me that they didn't call her when I was taken back to the OR, and that it was the reason why she wasn't there with me when I woke up. So I called Kathy and had her come over to us, to the recovery room. She's gonna find it out and then she'll come here when she knows it, as I just told you guys," Oliver explained.
"Why is it that I'm not surprised that you managed to get a phone and call her and probably demanded for her to get her ass into the recovery room?" Abby mumbled as she shook her head.
"Perhaps because you know me, Abs?" Oliver replied with a question himself.
"That I do Detective, that I do. Anyway I'm just happy that Alex got there in time and you didn't run through hospital like a mad man, to find her, knocking down everyone that would have been in your way," Abby smiled.
Nobody answered to the lanky ADA, as they all knew that the brunette had a good point and certainly was right about Oliver running around, and kicking asses, despite the fact that he just had been having a surgery, not even half an hour earlier.
The four of them made some small talk while they were waiting for Kathy, hoping that the blonde nurse and their friend, would come back soon.
It was 20 minutes later when there was a knock on the door of Oliver's room and Kathy walked inside. Four heads were turned towards the door after hearing a knock, and they all looked questionably at her. Kathy took a deep breath as tried to prepare herself for the explosion that might follow, after she'd told them what they wanted to know. Whom didn't call Alex as he or she should have done. She didn't know the nurse personally but it didn't actually matter whom it is.
Kathy looked at Oliver and Alex and answered straight away.
"Gena Denning is the nurse that should have called Alex," Kathy said.
It was very quiet for just a second or two in Oliver's room.
"I'm gonna kill that bitch! Slowly, painfully, but I kill her. And I will get away with it!" Oliver growled.
"You're wrong Oli, not you, but we will kill that bitch and get away with it," Jane replied.
"Fine, we will kill her. But she's a dead bitch, I'll tell you that much," Oliver coldly said.
A/N 2 By now I assume that y'all know that the quote at the beginning of this chapter was somewhat sarcastically spoken. No offense towards the song, because I actually like it. But there was nothing that came up in my mind that suited better with this chapter than this quote.
I hope everyone enjoyed reading it.