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OUT OF NEW YORK
Chapter 19: "I now pronounce.."
Air thick with distain. Elliott's brain was working overtime. 'Did he miss something?' Heat from Abbie's anger sent a chill, shaking through Alex. She pulled the overcoat tighter around her form. Unsure of where to start, she dove in.
"While I was gone," Alex caught Elliott's questionable stare. "WPP. I was worried when I left my mother. I am, I was her only child."
"Okay, so it still doesn't explain the 'wife'." Elliott said
"I was her directive. The keeper of the estate from my father and the caretaker of my mother. Since I could not be there, I had to have someone I trusted to look after things."
She paused. She did her best to control her emotions. She didn't want to be explaining herself, she wanted to know what was happening with Olivia. "I couldn't have another relative take the responsibility. There was too much money and other details to trust someone in my family with. The money would be too tempting and the other details would be ignored." Pausing to keep her brain from spilling everything, Alex looked at each member of her small audience. Elliott was beginning to soften. Abbie, still a look of disgust.
"So your excuse was you couldn't trust anyone with your money?" Abbie said wide eyed with an unbelieving tone.
"NO!" Alex exclaimed. She decided to just spill everything, quickly. "I could not trust anyone to insure my mother would be taken care of in her final days. Olivia and I had kept in contact secretly through Hammond." She turned towards Elliott. "Elliott do you remember when Olivia took a leave and went to work for the computer intel division?" Elliott shook his head yes. "She was working there, but she was also working with Hammond to keep me safe. Long story short, I had papers drawn up giving her power of attorney over my mother's estate and my subsequent estate. She held, holds, the medical directive for my mom and for me."
"For such a control freak like you that must have been hard to hand over." Abbey stated not asked.
"Not hard because I trust Olivia." Alex was getting irritated herself. "She decided since she had no one," She looked sympathetically at Elliott. "she would make me hers. Therefore,"
"Making you each in the eyes of modern law spouses of sorts." Abbie finished.
"Of sorts." Alex said with relief. Abbey seemed to be relaxing, which helped Alex in her own efforts to relax. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Her mind escaping to Olivia and the stolen time they spent.
'"I could stay here forever." Olivia said placing a glass of wine on the side table next to Alex. Alex sat comfortably on a lounge chair. Her eyes although hidden behind sunglasses, were closed. Sea air still warm from the day, lightly touched her exposed skin. Olivia stood starring at the beautiful woman. She still took her breath away. Blonde or brunette. Emily or Alex. Her desire to bend and kiss the glorious exposed skin nearly over took her resolve. The pure mental image of the act was no longer satisfying.
"Are you going to sit or is the view better from there?" Alex said half joking, fully hoping her earlier intentions were being played. She took a deep breath. Pulling in the simple smell of sandalwood and clove through her body. It began to react to the simple pleasure.
"Don't you just love the smell of the ocean?" Olivia said diverting the discussion away from her earlier thoughts. She took a long slip of her wine. The sweet, smooth taste of the wine, though wonderful, was not the diversion she was hoping. It only further pulled her into the want of the smooth, honey skin. "Dinner?"
"Huh?" Alex said shaken from her fantasy. "Did you say dinner?"
Olivia acted like she was rewinding the earlier question and shook her head. "Yep, I'm hungry. You?"
"For me?" Alex said teasing. She did not expect what happened next.
"If only the service was that good." Olivia said resting her head on the back of the chair. A smile on her face. She let the silence sit for a minute. Alex sat stunned, with a happy tingle. When she was able, she stood and walked over to the railing. She peered down to the sandy beach and watch the wave move effortlessly back and forth. The gentle stroke of the sand and the water melting into it. The red and pink glow from above made the sense of pure beauty. She did not move when the arms cautiously wrapped around her waist. She only wiggled slightly to make them tighter. So that she too could melt into them.
"One million minutes." Olivia whispered in her ear. The sound of her voice so close once again gave Alex a tingle of joy.
"And now no more." Alex said turning still inside the arms that so lovingly held her. The arms that gave her security and strength. The woman that she loved. Their lips touched . The world melted.'
"She's pale. Her breathing is threaded. Pulse rate is 30, BP 60/40." The PA shouted over the crowd of medical staff. Each taking control of their understood role in aiding this patient. The doctor shined his light in her eyes.
"Pupils fixed and dilated." He said as he placing the light in his pocket and reaching for his stethoscope.
"What happened?" the doctor asked Elliott.
"I don't know. One minute she's talking to us and the next she's out cold." Elliott said worriedly. Despite their differences regarding Olivia, he did respect Alex.
"Doctor." The PA called. She peeled back the bandage on Alex's abdomen. A bloody green mixture had collected at her wound.
"Call infectious. They are going to need to be involved. I am sorry Mr.."
"Elliott. Elliott Stabler."
"You're going to have to leave now." The doctor turned and reached for a full gown hanging on the wall. Most of the staff in the emergency room had already begun to suit up.
"Is she going to be all right?" Elliott stammered. He was worried.
"Please you need to leave now or you'll be in quarantine." The head nurse from earlier escorted him from the room. She pulled the room door shut and place the yellow caution sign on the door. Elliott stood motionless.
"For this breaking report, we go to Todd Exler." The plastic smiling anchor said. Her contact lens blue eyes glanced to the monitor to her left.
"Samantha, the FBI has updated their bulletin for the search of two suspects. They have been identified as 32 year old, Petra Listdoc and 29 year old Gotrev Notred. They here on diplomatic visas from Peru."
"Todd, are you saying the are Peruvian diplomats?"
"Yes and no. They are here on travel visas. They are part of an entourage to Washington for the North and South American economic summit."
"So, they are peruvian nationals?"
"Actually, Petra Listdoc is from the office of communications with the South African counsel. Gotreve Notred is with the Peruvian government."
"Hang on a moment, Todd." The anchor fashioned a well manicured index finger to her ear piece. Shaking her head in acknowledgement, you could almost hear the rattle, she scribbled a few notes on her script. "Todd, we are being told, unconfirmed, that one of the suspects has been found in an alley near by. However we do not know which one nor their condition."
"Right, Eliza. There is a buzz here that we will have another briefing by the FBI Director in a few moments. I will get back with you." He rolled his eyes and turned from the camera. Unfortunately, it was not off, and he was still broadcasting.
'That's the funniest thing I have seen all day." Munch said from his position in the captain's office. He, Finn and Cragen were huddle around a small flat screen that teetered on the credenza just opposite the captain's desk.
Finn gave the Captain a quick glance. There was no emotion coming from the man he admired.
"How about we get out of here and grab some lunch?" Finn asked the two other men. He was looking a Cragen when he asked.
Munch, being the insightful detective that he is, realized it was just a formality invite for him. Cragen was the real intended guest.
"I've got to do some DD5s and then testify in one of the three moron of the month cases I have right now." He walked over to the captain and placed his hand on his shoulder. The usually solid, square shouldered gentleman, was but a wither of himself underneath Munch's hand. "I got this. And besides, if something comes up about Liv, you have a phone. I can reach you anytime anywhere. Well except for the.."
Cragen held up his hand to stop Munch. "I got it John, no need for explanation." He stood from leaning on the corner of his desk. "Right now I could use a stiff drink. So we better make it Italian. Garlic is the only thing that is stronger then a scotch to me right now."
"And more powerful for your breathe." Finn said following the captain out of the office door.
My apologizes to any of you from Peru or South Africa. These only will make sense as you read. I will have another one before weeks end.
Enjoy.