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Chapter 5

Lindsey had finally calmed down again when someone called, "Ma'am? It's Maria again. I know that you don't want to let go of any hostages, but can you at least consider releasing Ms. Cabot or-"

"No! For the last time, no! If you keep asking I am going to kill one of them!"

"All right, all right, I'm sorry I asked. But, ma'am, the police are telling me that they are going to come in there shooting very soon unless you release one of the hostages, and I know you don't want that to happen. I can give you a couple minutes to think about what you want to do, but, ma'am, I won't be able to stop the police from coming in there unless you give me something here, okay?"

"Just shut up!" she screamed, her hand that held the gun trembling so much she could have shot somebody just by accident.

Alex bit her lip hesitantly, then jumped to her feet and shouted, "Look, you can either put this off or deal with it now, but the SWAT team is going to come kill us all unless you decide to play a nice game called let us the hell go, we didn't do anything to you!"

"You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?"

Olivia tried to pull Alex back, the blond yanked her arm out of Olivia's grasp and exclaimed, "Yeah, well maybe I don't, but this is ridiculous! First of all, we didn't kill your son, and I really don't think the cops did either! Second of all, if you've got a vendetta against cops, why don't you, I don't know, take cops hostage? You've doctors and lawyers and a couple of just plain civilians stashed up in here!" Elliot and Olivia didn't have their guns with them; hopefully Lindsey would buy her bluff about them not being cops.

"You're not helping yourself much here!"

"You know what-"

"Alex!" Olivia shouted, this time yanking her fiancé back and glaring at her. "Sit. Down."

Lindsey stalked over to them and snarled, "First, you, shut it. Let her say what she wants to say. I wanna see just how stupid this one is." Alex made to punch her, but Olivia held her back, this time with Elliot's help.

"Let go of me!"

"All of you, just be quiet!" Lindsey grabbed Alex by the collar and pulled her away from Olivia and Elliot, glaring into her cold blue eyes. "If you've got something to say, then you can say it to my face!"

Ignoring Olivia's frantic stare and panicked attempts to make her shut up, Alex hissed, "You need to deal with your son's death like a human being, which doesn't include taking twenty hostages who had nothing to do with his death! By the way, I'm one of those lawyers who worked to put away your son's killer, so excuse me if I don't see the connection between 'my son died' and 'I'm going to take the people who helped him hostage!'

"You work Homicide, cupcake? Yeah, right."

Alex glared at her, rolling her eyes as she exclaimed, "Who are you calling cupcake? I was shot doing my job! You? You look the type of girl to be-"

"Watch it, or I'll give you another injury related to your job called death!"

"Uh-huh, like you would shoot anybody, you've threatened at least ten times but every time you pull that trigger, it misses! I'm starting to doubt you even know what a gun is, because even I wouldn't miss at this close range!"

Everybody, even the MEs, were staring at Alex in openmouthed amazement except for the collections of SVU people in the corner. They were horrified as Alex and Lindsey continued their verbal sparring, Alex getting dangerously close to getting shot every time she opened her mouth. When she practically screamed, "How the hell could you be the mother of a cop, you don't how to shoot and you believe all the conspiracy theorist lies of militias and psychopaths!" Olivia knew she had gone to far.

"Alex!" she shouted again, diving into her just as Lindsey fired again.

Unfortunately, Alex jibes about her aim were true, so Olivia's intervention was unnecessary. The bullet sailed through the spot where Alex's hand would have been and buried itself right into Casey's shoulder.

No one moved or said anything for one long moment, all staring at the hole in Casey's jacket. Then, when dark red blood started seeping out of the wound, she convulsed and grabbed her shoulder, moaning through gritted teeth. "Oh shit," she gasped, closing her eyes and groaning again.

"Hang on, Casey, I've got some painkillers," Melinda muttered, digging through her bag as Elliot ripped off Casey's jacket to reveal the damage. Melinda glanced up and said, "Don't think it hit an artery, check for an exit wound."

Casey fell into his arms as Elliot tried to lean her forward, examining her back frantically. "Yeah, I've got one- come on, Casey, stay with me." The ADA bit back a scream when he pressed her jacket against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, and glared at him when he said, "Stay awake for me, Case, just stay awake for me."

"Yeah? I'd like to see you do it!" she hissed in his ear, moaning again as Melinda finally pulled out a syringe.

"It's good that there's an exit wound, but I can't tell you what the damage there, sorry Elliot. Casey, hold still, I'm going to give you a spinal block- it's all I can do, since you're pregnant.."

The moment Casey saw Melinda holding a syringe, she jerkedt back, eyes wide with panic. "No! No needles, damn it! No!" When Melinda approached her again, she knocked the syringe out of her hand, growling, "I said no!"

"Melinda, stop!" Elliot shouted when she tried to come at her again. "She said no!"

"Remember our little agreement earlier? Getting shot equals death for that baby unless I can calm her down, and the only way to calm her down is to give her this shot, and unless-"

"Yeah, well giving her the shot will scare her so much it won't matter what you give her, it'll be too late! You don't go near her with that syringe again, Melinda!"

Casey forced out, "What the hell are you talking about, 'equals death for that baby'?" When no one answered her, she shouted, "What's wrong with my son?" Alex dropped to her knees besides her, sharing a worried glance with Melinda before taking the liberty of explaining.

"Stress-induced miscarriage- or you could go into labor. Casey, if you want to get out of this with your son alive, you have to calm down- damn it, this is what we were afraid of," she muttered when Casey started breathing faster, staring at her stomach in alarm and her eyes widening with panic.

"Casey- Casey, listen to me," Elliot begged, grabbing her hand and trying to meet her fearful gaze. "I want you to breathe with me, all right? In and out, in and out- yeah, that's it... just stay calm for me, Case, that's all."

SVUSVUSVU

"Why don't you, oh, I don't know, actually use your hostage-negotiator for something useful? Like finding out who was shot! That's her damn job! So far, all I've seen her do is say 'Yes ma'am, whatever you want, ma'am! Sure, if you wanna kill your hostages, I don't have a problem with it!'"

"Look, Captain, I have a guy trying to get a camera in through the heating duct, but until he does, Sanchez isn't going to try and establish contact again! Every time she does, it ends with gunshots, and-"

"You heard her fighting with Cabot, a gunshot, then nothing, and you still don't think it's possible she was shot? You need to figure out how badly she was hurt before she dies!"

Ross glared at him, shaking his head as he shouted back, "First of all, we don't even know anybody was shot, so I don't know why you think she's dying, and second of all- I am trying to get a camera in there! So why don't you just sit back and relax and let me do my damn job?"

Cragen was about two seconds away from shooting this moron, only managing to control his impulse by storming back over to O'Hallorean and giving him a look that just about made him scream like a teenage girl. "Um... brainstorming ways to get a camera in there, got it- wait a minute- Captain, there's a computer in the morgue, right?"

"Yeah, what are you getting at?"

"The webcam!" He exclaimed, now typing frantically on his keyboard, an excited smile playing on his lips. "If I can hack that computer and get access to it's webcam, I can see everything that's going on in there! Damn, it's password protected. Doing random password generator, but it could take some time-"

"We don't have time!" Ryan shrugged helplessly, and Cragen groaned before asking, "How long?"

"Depends. Anywhere from now to... well, longest I've seen this thing run for was three days- don't give me that look, it was for a password with over a thousand possibilities, the most this one could have is-"

"Just tell me when it's done," he said coldly, pulling out his cell to give Munch and Fin an update. They were currently stuck outside, and he was their only source inside to tell them what was going on.

SVUSVUSVU

Elliot tried to stop Casey's tremors, but it was impossible. She closed her eyes and moaned again, clutching her shoulder and screaming through clenched teeth. "Melinda- Melinda, I think she's going into shock- oh my god, help her!"

"You need to calm down too, Elliot. She's not going into shock, and she won't anytime soon, I've already made sure of that. But, for the last time, this is not an ER! I've done all I can, but if her condition worsens the only thing I can do is tell you what's going on, I won't be able to help her! You need to convince her to let me give her the shot!"

"Yeah, after what happened last year? I don't think so! God... look, are you sure you don't have anything in pill form that she can take?"

"No, I've really been hiding my stash of life-saving drugs in case I wanted to get high later- yes I'm sure!" Elliot was about to retort when Casey suddenly screamed, throwing her head back and twisting out of Elliot's arms, her face going, if possible, even paler.

"Casey?" he exclaimed, catching her before she hit the floor. "Casey, honey? What's wrong?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was another scream. Gasping for breath, she managed to shout, "I think I'm going into labor!"

Coming up next: SWAT team establishes contact and the others try and make Casey wait until they end the hostage situation. And I actually wanted to have Casey not go into labor until AFTER Lindsey was killed or whatever, but I lost a bet with a friend, so... yeah, here's this instead. And if you're wondering why Melinda has all the stuff stashed away in the morgue, I'm actually basing it off an episode of NCIS- the one where Gerald is shot, and Ducky, the ME, has all this random stuff in his desk- morphine, gauze, the whole package. They never explained why the hell he had it in the first place, so I'm just making Melinda do the same and ignoring the fact that she's an ME, not an actual doctor. And I know a spinal tap wouldn't actually do anything since she was shot in the shoulder- well, I needed something with a syringe and that's all I could do because she's pregnant. Sorry