Cell 247

September 1, 2011 8:00am

(Olivia's POV)

A blast from an airhorn woke me up. I took about 10 seconds to remind myself where I was, then leapt up, straightened out my uniform, and folded up the blanket I had used the night before. I probably only slept an hour the whole night combined, but it was better than nothing. I positioned myself near to the bars and waited to receive my breakfast.

I heard footsteps walking down the corridor and heard an echoing "Thank you, CO". The echo was getting closer. I looked up and saw CO Parker… again! Did that man ever go home? He was here when I got here yesterday morning, he was here late yesterday afternoon, and now he's here again! I felt my heart speed up as he got closer.

He looked at me through the bars, licked his lips, and said, "bed 247 is unmade. No breakfast." What was he talking about? I had slept on a made bed… I'd even smoothed the wrinkles before he arrived at my cell! He started to walk away. Without thinking, I called out, "but I made my bed." He sharply turned and walked back to my cell door. He called for it to be opened and he stepped inside. He grabbed my shoulders and roughly turned me to face my bunk. He yanked on my ponytail, jerking my head up. He yelled in my ear, "That bed's not made." He was holding my head at the eye-level of the top bunk.

"But, I didn't even sleep on that bunk," I replied. He slapped me across the face, turned, and walked out of my cell repeating "bed 247 is unmade. No breakfast!" He called for the door to be shut and I watched as it slammed shut and he walked away again.

The Apartment of Lowell Harris

September 1, 2011 10:00am

(Fin's POV)

We had been called back to Harris's apartment by the landlord. Harris's next of kin had been packing up his things when they found a hidden gun and a blood covered knife. I couldn't believe the crime scene investigators had missed something so important! When we got there, it began to make more sense… although I wasn't quite sure why they were looking there in the first place.

I took Harris's brother aside and asked him what he was looking for behind the vents. He explained that when he and Harris were young, they used the vents as a hiding place for money, private things, and anything that they wanted to hide from their parents. He claimed that he was looking for anything of value that Harris may have hidden when he saw something that was glistened when he aimed the flashlight at it. As he looked closer, he noticed that it was a knife and that there was a gun there. He called the landlord who called the police.

It looked like we had our murder weapons… the only problem was, I didn't want to find them. They were just two more nails in Liv's coffin.

I bagged the gun and knife and sent them to the lab for testing, then went back to the precinct.

Cragen's Office

September 1, 2011 1:00pm

(Cragen's POV)

I hung up the phone and sighed. The prints on the knife matched Liv's. Everything was pointing to her. I called Alex and asked her to get a search warrant for Liv's apartment. I wanted desperately to find something that would clear her, or that would at least lead to reasonable doubt. A single fingerprint might lead us to the killer… of course, a missing knife from the apartment could lead to a conviction just as easily.

I called Casey. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but she'd find out about all the evidence during the discovery phase before trial anyways. I told her about the new evidence and suggested she pay her client a visit and try to get some answers.

Cell 247/ Mess Hall

September 1, 2011 1:00pm

(Olivia's POV)

10am came and went and no one came to let me out for yard time. I was fine with that. I didn't want to be out there any more than I had to be anyways. Now, I was faced with a new obstacle: my first meal in the mess hall. All of the cell doors were opened and we were ordered to step outside. We walked in a line, waited in line to get food, and sat down. I didn't know where to go. I looked around for familiar faces… it took me a couple of minutes, then I recognized two of them.

I walked over to them. "Amber, Shawna, do you mind if I sit here?" I was surprised to see them smile at me.

"Are you kidding?" Amber exclaimed.

"You're our hero girl!" Shawna explained to me. "You killed that scumbag! Sit… sit." I obeyed. I looked down at my tray and realized how terrible the food looked. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore. Amber and Shawna laughed at the disgusted face I made. I picked up my fork and pushed some things around on my plate.

I heard footsteps behind me… then I saw Shawna adjust her posture. She pushed out her chest and quickly undid the top buttons of her uniform. She smiled a seductive smile and I realized that whoever was behind me was someone she hadn't met before. I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder. I looked up to see Eliot standing over me. In a gruff voice, he said, "Benson, you have a visitor… of course, according to CO Parker, your privileges have been taken away for the day because of some issue that happened this morning… but I might be persuaded to…"

"Sure, whatever" I interrupted with. I stood, allowed Eliot to cuff me, abandoned my inedible food, and allowed Eliot to lead me to a visitor's room. No matter how many times I asked, El wouldn't tell me who was inside. He opened the door and led me into a dank, dark room. He uncuffed me and walked out, closing the door behind him. A minute later, the door opened and I finally got to see my visitor.