Interrogation Room

August 28, 2011 11:00pm

(Olivia's POV)

There are 6845 tiles on the ceiling, 8456 tiles on the floor, 795 names carved into the table, 4 names carved into the chair, and 2 light bulbs that are out. The room measures 34 footsteps by 40 footsteps. I can see two shadows moving behind the mirror… I wonder who's back there.

This is how it happens… This is how we break down perps… This is how we make them confess… This is torture!

I've been in here for 3 hours… I think. I left my watch at the apartment. I didn't figure I'd need it. I never thought I'd be alone for this long. One of the newbies brought me some coffee about 45 minutes ago. I guess they thought that if one of my friends brought it in, I'd get too comfortable or something… or maybe they didn't want to see me.

They think I'm guilty… all of them. I can't believe this is happening. I feel like dirt. I feel like a fish in a bowl. They're watching… I know they are. I can't take much more of this! I just can't!

Cragen's Office

August 28, 2011 11:00pm

(Cragen's POV)

I can't take much more of this. She's going crazy in there. I have to go in there and talk to her… comfort her. She needs to see a friendly face right…

The phone rings and I answer it. I listen, wait for O'Halloran to finish, and then sigh. At least I get to go in and see her now. I hang up the phone and open the bottom drawer of my desk. Inside, I see a bottle of Vodka. I reach for it, then think better of it. I pick up the phone again and dial a familiar number.

A familiar voice answers. I ask her for a favor and she agrees. She promises to be there soon. I hang up the phone and call one more person… the person I wanted desperately to keep out of this. She tells me she's already on her way. I hang up and feel my heart drop. This is really happening… I just wish there was more that I could do!

Interrogation Room

August 28, 2011 11:20pm

(Olivia's POV)

The door opens and I jump a mile into the air. In walks a familiar face… I couldn't believe who I saw!

"Casey! What are you doing here?" I asked. "I thought you were suspended."

"I was suspended from working as a prosecutor… that doesn't mean I can't help out one of my best friends," she replied. What was she talking about? Who called her? What was she…

Another familiar face walked through the door. "Alex!" I breathed a sigh of relief. "You're here to defend me!" I looked closer. Alex was crying. If she was here to help, she wouldn't be crying… right?

"Don, I can't tell her" Alex said. It wasn't until then that I even saw Don. He was standing behind her… almost as if he was hiding from me.

"Let's all sit down" Don replied, ignoring Alex completely. Don and Alex sat on one side of the table and Casey pulled a chair up next to me. I didn't understand… what was going on? Alex would never prosecute me… would she? She was my best friend! Why was all of this happening?

Interrogation Room

August 28, 2011 11:20pm

(Alex's POV)

I wasn't ready for this. I couldn't believe this was happening. This was definitely a conflict of interest! I couldn't be expected to prosecute my best friend! She wasn't a killer; that much I knew. She was an amazing detective and an even better friend! She was going to hate me for the rest of my life!

I saw the desperate look in her eyes, and made every attempt to avoid her gaze. I didn't want to be here. I wished I was anywhere else! Maybe, if I just sat and listened, I wouldn't have to say anything that would hurt her.

"Olivia," Don began. "I just got off the phone with O'Halloran… It's not good news."

I saw all the blood rush out of her face. She looked like he had just told her she was dying. I couldn't take anymore of this. I looked down at the table and waited for him to continue. I watched as a teardrop hit the table-top and realized it had come from my face.

"O'Halloran ran some tests on the bullet fragments and… Liv, they matched your gun… well, they matched previous bullets that were fired from your gun. We still haven't found yours."

I watched as tears ran down Liv's cheeks and felt them run down my own as well. I heard her take a deep breath and watched as she turned to Casey and cried on her shoulder. I wanted to be on the other side of the table. I wanted Casey to be the one who had to prosecute this case. I wanted to be the one to comfort my best friend. It wasn't fair. I knew she didn't do it… Casey hadn't seen her in over a year. She couldn't defend my best friend! She wasn't qualified! I'd crush her without meaning to. I'd be responsible for sending my best friend to prison! I couldn't believe this was happening!