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If Casey hadn't called Olivia to see when she was coming home, the detective would have worked through the night.

"I'll be home in an hour."

Casey looked at the clock. It was already 7 and she wanted to have dinner all three of them. "Can you make it a half hour? I'll make it worth your while."

"That's extortion," Olivia countered.

"I'm a prosecutor. It's called leverage."

Olivia shook her head. "I can, but I'll have to bring my work home with me."

Casey shrugged. She knew she could distract Olivia from doing it anyway.

The detective caught a taxi and promised him double fare if he stepped on it.

The cabbie nodded in response and he ignored every traffic signal to get her home in record time.

Money well spent Olivia thought as she paid him and headed to the apartment. When she got inside, Casey was wearing a silver teddy and had marshmallow fluff on her chest, making it sparkle

"You smell delicious," Olivia growled before pulling Casey into a rough kiss.

"And it's all yours, after dinner," Casey added teasingly.

Olivia frowned. "No fair."

Alex was putting the finishing touches on dinner. "Speaking of no fair, you're supposed to be plating our food, naked!"

Olivia tossed her bag down and started to strip.

Alex was ready for a break after working all day. She whistled loudly as Olivia undressed. "And could you open a bottle of wine for us while you're at it?"

Olivia grabbed a Pinot Noir from the wine fridge. She poured three glasses and then plated their meal, a pork pie with buttery mashed potatoes and fried Brussels sprouts.

Casey was ready to dig in. "I love meat pies."

"You love meat anything," Alex told her.

Casey waggled a brow.

"This pie is so good." It was spicy and had onion, garlic, celery and carrots to go with the pulled pork. The crust was nice and crisp and the pork was so tender. Before Olivia knew it her plate was empty.

Alex took a healthy swig of wine. "How was work?"

Olivia realized that she hadn't told them anything. "The burglars struck the wrong apartment."

"What were they looking for?" Casey questioned.

"They were looking for us."

Alex furrowed her brow. "How did they get the wrong apartment?" Who plans a burglary and doesn't make sure they have the right place. Also, why attack in the middle of the day when we'd likely be home.

"It's all my fault," Olivia admitted. "I'm the reason they attacked that couple downstairs."

She explained the mysterious fruit basket and how she had found a tracking device when she took it apart.

"I had no way of tracing it back to it's owner, so I thought I'd confuse him by attaching it to the janitor's mop bucket. It should have given data points all over the building. Somehow, it gave off 514."

Alex was not amused. "Why didn't you say something earlier? You could have had a stalker or it could have been some perp you put away years ago. You got have gotten yourself killed," the blonde snapped.

Olivia hadn't even considered her own safety, which was typical for her. She was too upset with how she had put that couple at risk. Now that she thought about it, she put Alex and Casey at risk too. Who knows if the guy would have tried again or started following them instead.

Casey was worried about another problem all together. "Why were they looking for us?"

"They wanted Tim and Sarah. I think your father hired them, and I think he's used their services before."

Alex's paranoia paid off. Tim and Sarah were better off skipping town.

"What do we do now?"

Alex didn't get much time to think about everything. The following morning, she had to open her trial.

The media was waiting on the courthouse steps.

"Today the long awaited People v. Adams-Smith trial will begin. Jessica Adams-Smith has been accused of murdering her husband and staging a robbery. Police initially interviewed her as if she were a victim/witness, but incriminating statements that she made during the investigation prompted them to arrest her and charge her with the crime."

Alex had no comment as she strolled up the steps in a new Prada power suit. It was navy blue and she had a worn a faux fur coat over top.

"Bureau Chief Alexandra Cabot will be prosecuting this case herself instead of one of her ADAs. She has faced off against defense counsel Abe Kessler numerous times, most notably during the prosecution of Liam Connors, the hit man who was ultimately convicted of shooting her in 2003 and three more shootings in 2004."

The story was running on every major news channel. This was Alex's first prosecution since before Eric Velez intruded on her life. "Here goes nothing."

The courtroom was packed. The victim didn't have much in terms of family and neither did the defendant. The courtroom was full of legal observers, the media, and even a few fashion bloggers arrived.

"All rise!"

Judge Lena Petrovsky walked into the courtroom and sat down.

"You may all be seated."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are here today to hear People v. Adams-Smith. I can see that we have a full house today, and I'd like to remind everyone that there is absolutely no photography, cell phone use, or chit chat. I will not hesitate to close this trial if the observers do not behave themselves.

If the people are ready, they may now give their opening statement."

All eyes were on Alexandra as she took the podium. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, this is a very simple case. In 1999, Donald Smith met his future wife, Jessica Adams. In 2002, they married, and Donald took out a life insurance policy for 1M in the event his death preceded his wife's. In 2006, she shot him to death and staged a home invasion in an attempt to collect the insurance money. Now, in 2007, she now stands trial for her ghastly crime.

The defense will offer plenty of excuse: the officers twisted her words around, Donald was a violent man, Jessica was in fear for her life, nut the evidence will show that it's all smoke and mirrors. This was a murder motivated by greed. The defendant is cunning and calculated.

Instead of leaving her husband and facing a less than generous pre-nuptial agreement, she elected murder and the riches that go along with it. She chose to kill, and for that, she must pay.

While Alex was opening her trial, Olivia and Elliot were getting started on a new case.

A woman had been molested and strangled sometime the night before. Her body was found in Hells Kitchen by a transient.

"I found a purse in the dumpster." The man had thought he found a free $40, but when he went to leave the dumpster, he saw a foot. "I went to look and she was dead."

The woman's drivers' license was in the wallet had been inside of the purse.

"Her name is Melody Myers, 27, her address is in Tribeca."

"Time of death was somewhere between 2-3AM," Dr. Warner told them as she got the body ready to be taken to the morgue. "I'll know more once she's on the table, but the bruising on her wrists suggests she was held down in a struggle. It could have been an attempted rape or some kind of domestic violence. "I'll tell you this; I doubt it's a mugging."

While the uniformed officers canvased the neighborhood for witnesses and security cameras, Detectives Benson and Stabler headed to Tribeca to search the victim's apartment.

"Maybe she has a planner or something that will tell us what she was doing out at 2 am in the middle of no where."

With her short skirt and high heels, she had looked like she had been ready to party. Olivia had one question. "Why wasn't she wearing a coat?" It had been cold last night. Maybe, she fled wherever she had been, and the killer followed her.

County Jail

Bruno and Lars awaited their arraignment. They couldn't bail out earlier since they had been arrested over the weekend and the courthouse was closed on weekends.

"Smith … Kingston … follow me."

The two men were handcuffed and taken to a paddywagon. When they got to the courthouse, a familiar face was waiting for them.

Jacob Sweeney had been defending them for years. "You know the drill. Leave all of the talking to me."

Lars's arraignment was first.

"What do the people request?" The judge looked tired. He had to do this all morning and it was only 9:00AM.

"The people request $250,000 bail. The defendant is out of state, has no ties to the local community, and has a prior record."

"Any objections Counselor."

"This bail is excessive your honor. My client has always never skipped a court appearance and his only conviction was six years ago."

"I see he's been charged with burglary of a dwelling and possession of an illegal weapon. I think $250,000 is reasonable. Cash or bond!"

Bruno didn't fare any better.

It would cost $50,000 to get them out of jail with a bail bondsman and that meant the money was nonrefundable. Their boss didn't think they were worth that much.

"What do you mean Novak isn't posting our bail?" Bruno shouted.

"Shh!" his lawyer told him. "He says money is a bit tight right now."

"That's a load of bull. He sends us to the wrong apartment. We get arrested for it, and now he's too broke to get us out. He best find the money or he'll find himself in trouble." Bruno had all kinds of dirt on Novak and if the man was going to leave him to dry … he'd pay for it.

"Now this is not the time to get hasty," the attorney told him. "I'm sure we can find a solution."

Bruno glared in response before he was taken back to jail.

Sweeney gave James a call. "James … we have a problem."