Visitation Room 2

September 1, 2011 2:00pm

(Casey's POV)

I was lead down a dark hallway. Walking through Sealview freaked me out. I couldn't even imagine what it was doing to Olivia. We rounded a corner and I saw Eliot. I shot him a questioning look and he quickly pointed to his nametag. When I noticed it wasn't his name, I decided not to ask questions. The officer who led me to the visitation room left me alone with Eliot. He told me all the rules of attorney –client visitation, where the panic button was located and opened the door for me. I had to laugh. He told me where the panic button was, as if I'd ever need it with her.

Liv smiled as the light hit my face. They must not have told her I was coming. I wish I had better news for her. She probably thought I was here to get her out. I wish I was.

She gave me a quick hug. There was a rap at the door, then a reminder was yelled in (for Liv's sake): "No physical contact!" I recognized Eliot's voice and both Liv and I smiled.

"I get no privacy in this place." Liv complained to me, "but I'm so glad to see you! What's going on with the case?"

"That's what I'm here about…" She smiled. I didn't want to, but I knew I was going to quickly cause that smile to become a frown. "Liv, they found the murder weapons…"

"That's good, right? I mean, it can only help me. Now they can find the real killer and get me out of here!" I slowly shook my head. All at once, I saw everything click. "Was it mine?" she asked.

"The gun was yours. Cragen's executing a search warrant at your apartment now to see whether the knife was yours or not… Liv, I'm sorry I don't have better news for you." I watched as her face turned white as a sheet.

"Where do we go from here?" she asked me in a cracking voice.

"I wish I knew… Tell me you remember something… anything that can help me help you!"

"Casey, I was drunk off my ass. I spent most of the time passed out or puking. I don't remember anything! If I did, trust me, I'd tell you!" I knew she would. I didn't want her to think I didn't believe her. I just wanted something that would help her.

"It's not over yet. Everyone's still pulling for you. We're all trying to find a piece of evidence, no matter how small, that will either clear you or cast some reasonable doubt as to your guilt. All we need is one fingerprint. You know that I believe you… don't you?"

There was another rap at the door. I realized that I had grabbed Liv's hands while we were talking. I looked around the room and saw that there was a small camera in the corner of the room. "We're being watched" I said.

"I told you… no privacy" Liv replied. We both laughed. It felt good to see her laugh. "Casey, I know that you believe me. You wouldn't be here if you didn't. I just wish I could be more helpful. I wish I KNEW that I didn't do anything. I can't do anything from in here."

"That may not be such a bad thing. Now, if we do find something to clear you, no one can say that you tampered with evidence… Liv, who knew about what happened with Harris?"

I watched as Liv got a vulnerable look on her face. "Fin knew, but he wouldn't have framed me… neither would Melinda, Alex, El, or Cragen…" She trailed off for a minute then continued. "Some of the girls in here knew, but they have airtight alibis." She chuckled. I knew she was trying to make it seem like everything was okay, but I could tell that she wasn't as okay as she was leading me to believe.

The door opened. Eliot walked in and apologetically told us that Olivia's visitation time was past over. I asked for another minute but he told me he'd already given us an extra 10. Olivia whispered that she understood and that she'd be okay. Eliot closed the door to the visitation room and walked me out to the front. As I was driving away, I watched him turn around and disappear back into the hell that was Sealview.

Visitation Room 2/ Cell 247

September 1, 2011 3:20pm

(Olivia's POV)

Eliot and Casey left the room together. About ten minutes later, Eliot came back… alone. He motioned for me to stand, cuffed me, and led me back to my cell. He whispered in my ear that we had to make things look "juicy" or Parker would get suspicious of us. When we got back to my cell, I watched as Eliot strung a blanket up in front of the bars. He radioed that he was taking a break, then took off his radio, holster, and shirt.

He climbed on top of me. I felt my entire body seize up. He whispered that it was ok, that he wasn't going to do anything to me… it just had to look like he was. I felt so confused. I'd imagined this scene play out so many times in so many different ways, and now that it was happening, I was afraid. It didn't make any sense.

He kissed my ear and I felt my heart flutter. I smiled up at him. He leaned down and whispered in my ear that this was how we were going to justify why I got my visit after Parker had denied it. I whispered back that I'd rather be with him than with Parker any day. He smiled and I returned his smile. We didn't have a lot of contact but to the outside eye, I'm sure it looked like we were having a great time… or at least that Eliot was.

After about 10 minutes, I got what I thought was an amazing idea. I told Eliot to mess with his radio and try to get the talk button to jam for a minute. He did, then he came back. We made sure that Parker heard it all: the bedsprings creaking, the moaning, my crying… everything. A call came over the walkie. I had to bite down on my lips to stifle a laugh. We heard Parker's voice say, "Hey MaCavoy! You might want to check your radio! We're having a porno party in here!" As we had planned, Eliot got up, walked to the walkie, picked it up and said, "shit! The nightstick was pressing on the talk button!" He released the button and we both laughed… quietly but still, it felt good to laugh.

We heard footsteps walking towards my cell. Eliot and I messed up our hair, he quickly got himself redressed, and we both made ourselves look disheveled. Eliot ripped down the blanket just as Parker reached my cell. "Now do you get it?" Eliot asked me. "You scratch my back, I scratch yours!"

He radioed for the cell door to be opened, he walked out, and I watched as Parker pat Eliot on the back and told him he'd "done a good job nailing the fish."