A/N: WOW 83 chapters now. That is all I can say. I want to thank everyone for reading and following and everything else with this story. I write for my release and to turn some cases around that I have heard, dealt with or seen into the way I wish they would have gone. Yes some of the cases I have used are actual cases but the names have been changed to protect the victim's identity. The fact that everyone reads them and enjoys my stories are an added bonus.

When I receive PM's like I did the other day telling me that they had suffered from PTSD for many years and find my stories calming and entertaining and that my depictions are spot on I know I'm doing something right. If I can help just one person through my writing the same as if I can help and save one person in my career then I've done something with my life and something worth while at that. Thank you so much.

On that note without further delay here is the next installment with hopes of many many more to come.

"Good afternoon Detective Benson" Langen said as he stood "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm doing good, thank you."

"That's good to know and I'm glad that you are recovering so well from the injuries you have obtained."

Olivia just smiled at him as she wondered what was he up to this time.

"Am I to understand that you never knew my client until the day she supposedly shot you correct?"

"That is correct?"

"And that you had no clue that her and Alexandra Cabot was lovers?"

"Correct."

"But isn't it true that you had pursued Alex?"

"No sir."

"But you want her though don't you?"

"Objection your honor." Abbie said jumping to her feet "Relevance?"

"I am merely pointing out that the reason that the detective is saying it was my client that shot her is because she wants Alex.'

"I believe you just did so with your little statement." The judge said looking Langen in the eyes making him squirm "Now move on please."

"Detective when you came too you described my client to your fellow co-workers correct?"

"No I did not." Olivia answered sighing

"So how did they know it was her that shot you? Or is it possible you have your fellow co workers working with you to get Alex?"

"No sir."

"Correct me if I'm wrong but a Traumatic Brain Injury can affect your memory right?'

"I believe its dependent upon what part of your brain was hit."

"So your memory was fine?"

"Yes it was the part that I injured was the part that controlled my anger."

"So you had a short fuse?"

"At times." Olivia said realizing where he was taking this questioning.

"Your temper." Langen said as he reached for a piece of paper "Had you slinging the nurses around one day to where they were trying to restrain you."

"In the hospital yes."

"If that happened at the hospital how did you react at home or shall we say Alex's apartment?"

"There were some occasions that I had a short fuse at Alex's apartment." Olivia said hating to admit it to him or a courtroom full of people for that matter. She had been doing this long enough to know that one little seed of questioning that the perp could walk.

"In fact there were several occasions where one of your co-workers would have to come over to Alex's place because you had lost your temper isn't that right."

"There was a time or two that Elliot came over because of my temper." Olivia said trying not to take the bait.

"During your temper fueled outbursts you were violent?"

"Yes."

"How violent were you Detective?"

"I had broken several glasses and there were times that we would have shouting matches at each other."

"Broken several glasses, didn't you punch a few holes in the wall as well?"

"Yes "

"So in fact it wasn't my client that had abused Alex Cabot but in fact it was you. You were the one that raped Alex repeatedly and beat her on a regular basis."

"I would never lay a hand on Alex." Olivia growled.

"But on one such incident didn't you get so violent with Stabler, your partner, that you pushed him into Alex leaving her with a bruise on her cheek?"

"Yes." Olivia said as she clenched her fist closed in her laps and fought to maintain her anger.

"Did you not just minutes before that incident placed a hole in the wall just inches from Alex's head?"

"Yes."

"So you have laid a hand on Alex Cabot, just not directly, or at least not directly in front of other people."

"It was never done directly or in directly counselor."

"On the night that you shot my client in Ms. Cabot's apartment it was out of anger was it not."

"NO"

"You were mad that she was there." Langen continued as if Olivia had not said anything "That Alex had invited her over. You figured if you could just get rid of her Alex would want you."

"I shot her in self defense of not only myself but in defense of Alex as well."

"If that was self defense what was it when you visited my client at the prison she is being held at?"

"I was trying to protect Alex." Olivia said through clenched teeth.

"Isn't it more like you were trying to protect yourself detective? Isn't it true that you needed her to take the deal so that your dirty little secret wouldn't come out?"

"NO" Olivia growled.

"That even in the prison you charged at my client because she refused to take the deal to cover for you. That you were and still are pissed that she will be outing you, per se?"

"No." Olivia growled as she narrowed her eyes at Langen.

"Please detective one look at you right now and we can tell that you are pissed and ready to attack. Is that what's it's like with Alex. One wrong word or pointing out where you were wrong and you attack her. It's more than obvious that you have a problem controlling your temper." Langen said as he walked back toward his desk "I have no further questions your honor."

"Detective you may step down." The judge said once she confirmed that Abbie did not want to re-cross Olivia.

Olivia took a deep breath as she stood and slowly walked toward the exit of the court room. She stopped long enough to glare at Langen. There was a little satisfaction when she saw him swallow in what appeared to be fear. Taking a moment to glance at Alex she cut her eyes one more time to Langen before slowly walking out of the court room and then the building.

A/N: I know I'm not a very good defense attorney. Which is why I am paid the low bucks to put them in jail. Not the big bucks to get them out and keep them out.