See Chapter One for Disclaimer.

Warning: Chapter Contains mentions of Rape

Serena sat watching Abbie intently, with only the beeping of the heart rate monitors and the faint 'drip' of the IV fluid accompanying her. She couldn't help but think back to how she had gotten there in the first place. Serena knew Alex had temper issues but to go as far as to kill people didn't seem like her at all.

The blonde checked her cell phone seeing that it was almost midnight and realized she was beginning to get tired. Sitting back in the hospital chair, Serena let her head rest against the wall before closing her eyes drifting off into a light sleep.

Her sleep was soon short lived for she soon found herself being awoken by the sound of a straight high pitched whine. It took a second for Serena's mind to process the origin of the noise. "Abbie….Dead…what…NO!"

Serena's eyes shot open in panic and she quickly got to her feet only to be greeted with the sight of Abbie yanking the IV out of her arm and trying to sit up, apparently not aware of her concussion.

"Ow….fuck…FUCK! Rena, what did I tell you about hospitals…Damn it! Why does my…everything hurt?" She barked rubbing her head wincing at how much pain it caused her to move. Serena smiled slightly relieved that Abbie will more or less be the same. She then realized she should probably go get a doctor. "Abbie…baby please calm down, look I'm going to go get a doctor." She said sincerely. Abbie scowled and groaned as she felt another headache coming on. She sank down back into the bed and threw the covers over her head hating the bastard that tried to blow her up.

Addy closed her eyes trying to block out the memory that kept invading her thoughts as she waited for her next target.

"You're so pretty you know that Addison?" she heard him say every time he went into her room. Her old dad didn't do things like this to her. So why did HE do it? With each waking day and sleeping night, she was beginning to lose any trace of memory she had of her old life with her loving parents and her sister.

As she felt his cold hands slide under her pajamas and move cruelly along her skin, she closed her eyes beginning to wonder if all those rumors about twins having telepathy were true. Maybe she was just in denial and that the only way she could escape the pain he caused her was to think of childish logic.

She sat wondering if Alex could hear any of her thoughts, she wondered if she could hear her cries for help. Then she began to wonder if she even cared. If she even cared that they were no longer sisters.

Addy bit her lip trying not to scream as his fingers penetrated her. He had showed her what happens when she cries the last time he came in to her room and the pain was far worse than what she already dealt with. She whimpered slightly as he moved his fingers in and out of her drawing more blood than he did the last time.

Slowly a tear found it's way past her emotional barrier and slowly made the painful decent down her cheek. "Are you crying?" his voice all of a sudden turned cold. She shook her head trying to stop more tears from flowing but it was too late.

"No, no. I'll be good, I'm sorry…" she whispered. She fell to the floor as the back of his hand smacked her across the face. "Remember what I said what happens when you cry?" he said. She could hear him undoing his belt. Finally she allowed her tears to flow freely, she knew the pain was going to be bad anyway.

Addy squeezed her eyes shut as a single tear rolled down her face. Somehow in all of this she found it to be Alex's fault. It was her fault that their parents didn't care about her. Alex had always been the favorite anyway. Addy couldn't figure out why she was the favorite for the life of her.

They were twins, so it couldn't be because Alex was prettier than she was. Was it because Alex was the youngest by less than a minute? Her parents had 'given her away' when they were only six; it wasn't like either of them had made any real accomplishments.

Now here Addy sat in the present. Her sister was a successful Assistant District Attorney, and what was she? No one. Though they had the same aspirations, Addy didn't have the opportunity to attend the top notch law school her sister did. And she will always resent her for that.

With a slight growl, she spotted the brunette exiting the DA's office and quickly approached her. She prayed this woman was as naïve as she looked. "Kim Greyleck right?" she asked offering that Alex Cabot smile rarely anyone got to see.

Kim squinted for a moment in confusion. Addy internally laughed before offering her hand in greeting. "Alexandra Cabot." Which in return Kim nodded in understanding. "You're the ADA for Special Victims." The new attorney commented.

Addy smirked. She doesn't know about Novak clearly. I'll make my work quick, She thought.

"Yes that's right. So I hear you're replacing a previous ADA."

'Yeah, Connie Rubirosa I believe. Everyone has been kind of 'hush hush' about her. If you don't mind me asking, do you know what happened?'

"I wish I could say I did. Listen, are you busy at the moment? I would love for us to chat more say over coffee?"

' I'd like that." Kim offered a sincere smile which Addy gladly returned. Well, minus the sincere part.

Later That Evening

Casey sat in her apartment reading over files when she heard a knock at her door. Running a hand through her hair, she got off the couch and made her way to the door. "Liv?" she asked as she was greeted by Olivia standing on the other side of the threshold. She stepped aside beckoning the detective to enter. "Please sit."

Olivia complied sitting on the sofa; Casey joined her not long after. "What're you doing here?" the redhead asked. Olivia sighed, "Honestly, I don't know. I was just thinking about…"

'Alex…'

"Are you always going to finish my sentences counselor?"

"It's a gift detective. Have you tried to call her?"

Olivia sighed. "Almost every day. It goes straight to voicemail." She explained. Of course she had tried to call Alex. Why wouldn't she? "I mean it's been days since I've heard from her. I don't even know if she's okay, or where she even is!" She stood up and began to pace.

Casey bit her lip contemplating her next sentence. "Um…Liv, she does realize that if she goes missing by the time her trial is set…"

'Well no shit Casey, of course she knows that. She went to law school just like you did. It's a wonder how you even have her job in the first place.' Olivia spat.

After a pregnant silent Olivia sighed again. "Casey I didn't…" she began but was cut off. "I understand you're upset. I just...I get it." she stammered. It was evident Casey was attracted to the detective, and frankly she was getting tired of hiding it. What could she possibly want with someone who won't even return her phone calls, let alone be wanted for murder? Casey was highly doubting that Alex was innocent, even a first year law student could see that she was doing this.

After another long silence Olivia spoke, "Did you have the day off today?" she asked. "Yeah I did, I've sort of sat at home all day. Which reminds me, I need to go pick up my car keys from the front desk and I left some files in my car. I haven't thought about it since I haven't had any place to go. Would you mind waiting here while I go get them?", Olivia nodded as Casey left the apartment. She sat back on the sofa and groaned in frustration.

Casey mumbled to herself as she made her way down to the front desk to get her keys that were left by the valet. She tried not to think about Alex as much as possible. She hadn't really spoken to the blonde in person before, but according to various sources she's called 'the ice princess' for a reason.

She couldn't understand what made her tick, nor did she want to. Casey found it rather odd that the attacks on Abbie and Connie were related in the fact that they both worked in the DA's office. This worried her even more for not only was she an ADA herself, but she was also the one that took over Alex's job.

Once retrieving her keys, Casey made her way out to the parking garage where her car was parked. About to press the 'unlock' button on her keychain, she paused remembering how Abbie's car was blown up before she was even able to get inside.

Cautiously, she checked her surroundings only to find she was the only one present in the garage. "Get it together Novak…you're just paranoid…" she told herself before making the spontaneous decision to unlock her car.

Nothing. No explosions, no bomb, nothing. Casey sighed in relief before proceeding to open the driver's side of her car. She opened the door completely unprepared for what followed.

Casey let out a horrific scream as she stood mortified staring at the sight in her car. Blood was everywhere; the leather seats, the windows, even the dashboard was all covered in blood, and it looked fresh. And in the seat, was a woman that Casey had never before seen in her life, practically halfway butchered. And in that woman's outstretched hand, was a bloodied crumpled white sheet of paper. Knowing she shouldn't, Casey swallowed her fear and pried the piece of paper from the dead woman's hand. And on that paper, written in a neat legible cursive was a letter that read:

'You're a smart woman Casey, no wonder they chose you to fill my position. You and Serena both seem to be the only ones that are able to figure me out. I'm not sure about that Texan, if she knows anything to begin with. She lived didn't she? But I digress, have YOU been able to figure out why I'm doing this? Of course not, you're smart but you're not THAT smart.

Anyway, I knew I made examples out of Connie and Abbie, but I feel I still haven't gotten my point across. I was hoping that Kim here would make more of a statement. But I still feel like something's missing. Basically what I'm trying to say is, watch your back Novak, you're next. ~Alex'

A/N: so yeah, there's the next chapter. Not to proud of this one either. Anyhow, please review. Those make me happy.