Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase
And when Peter Smith came storming into her office, waving around a piece of paper, with an angry expression. It was seemingly confirmed, the reasons behind her conviction at least.
“How the hell is this aloud!” Alex looked up with a cocked brow, unappreciative of his tone but understanding of his position,
“Mr Smith, I need to know what your talking about in order to help.” Peter glared at Alex throwing the letter on her desk,
“That bitch sent me a letter, this is harassment, she’s harassing me.” Alex took a calming breathe,
“It’s not harassment Mr Smith.” If she was harassing anyone it would be me, Alex thought bitterly, she read the letter it was a simply apology, yet no admission of guilt in fact it stated.
‘I apologise for what Pam and Sydney did you and my part in not preventing it, and even aiding it, I have no expectations of forgiveness.’
That made Alex’s brows furrow, “Is this the only letter?”
He nodded, “She can’t do this, this is wrong I thought I was protected as a victim.”
Alex nodded, “You are but unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about one letter, but if she writes anymore, or anything else happens, come to me.”
Peter snarled aggravated, “That is fucking pathetic, after everything she’s done, to me! To my career! To my life! The other bitches that actually raped aren’t even paying for what they did!”
Alex looked up quickly, “Are you saying that Amelia Chase didn’t actually rape you?”
That caused him to backtrack really fast, “No that’s not- I’m angry I don’t know what I’m saying, goodye Ms Cabot.”
He stormed out of the room and Alex immediately began shoving files and documents into her briefcase, she needed to see Amelia. As she was near sprinting out of the office when she ran into Casey, quite literally,
“Alex is everything okay?” Alex shook her head shoving the letter into Casey’s hands,
“No, we need to go see Amelia, now.”
When Amelia was lead into the interrogation room, she smiled slightly at the sight of her sister and Alex. Although she had to admit seeing her sister was a surprise, not an unwelcome surprise but one none the less.
“And to what do I owe the visit?” Alex slid the letter across the table, Amelia examining it in calloused hands,
“Where did you get this?” Alex leant back in her chair with a small shrug,
“Peter Smith visited me today, he came yelling into my office, you didn’t actually rape him did you?” Amelia clenched her jaw, knuckles white at the force she gripped the letter,
“I cuffed him, I might as well have, and I fucked Sydney in the bed next to him while Pam did what she did, I’m still guilty.” Alex nodded,
“But not of rape, did you even murder Sydney Greene or was that all Pam as well?” Amelia levelled Alex with a glare as if she were telling Alex to drop the subject, but Alex refused to relent, she wasn’t known as the ice-queen for nothing.
“Sydney and I had been having an affair for months, my prints weren’t on the ceiling because I killed her, they were there because we’d had sex the night before. She left the rope’s up and Pam killed her, and her boyfriend of the week helped her do it.” Casey stood pacing exasperated,
“So you’ve been sat in here for a year, for crimes that you didn’t commit, you’ve been assaulted three times while in here for nothing, why, why do it?” Amelia sighed heavily her eyes locked with her sister,
“Because I was no better than Pamela Adler or Sydney Greene, I could have stopped it, I didn’t. I deserve to sit in here.” Alex’s head fell into her hand,
“Facilitating a rape, is a 7 year sentence which is often dropped to 5 years probation, and you don’t have to register as a sex offender, Amelia you need to fight this.” She shook her head,
“No Sydeney’s dead, and Peter Smith will never be the same, someone has to pay for that.” She stood walking over to the door,
“I love you Andy, guard!” She was escorted back to her cell and Casey stared at Alex hopelessly, the ADA huffed packing up,
“What do we do now?” Alex looked over at her partner,
“We fight this, if she won’t then we’ll do it for her.”
The next time Alex saw Amelia, the convict was once again being dragged to Alex’s office uncuffed, “Why am I here Alexandra?”
Alex smiled opening the file on her desk pulling out photos and documents, “I’m reopening your case, with your revised statement, and what Peter Smith, I’ve spoken to a defence attorney friend of mine, and with the people dropping their murder and rape charge considering your not actually guilty, he’s confident considering your exemplary conduct while incarcerated that you’ll be given 2 to 5 years probation for the facilitation, the only thing for you to do is speak to a therapist friend of mine and Casey’s who will determine you were suffering from intense guilt and maybe PTSD that lead to your pleading guilty.”
Amelia growled under her breathe leaning against her chair, “Why are you so determined to help me, Alexandra, I’m a bad person I thought you understood that.”
Alex cocked a brow, “I thought you were until I started getting flowers after every big case.”
Amelia pursed her lips, “I’ll stop sending the flowers.”
“Don’t.” They stared at each other, Alex edging closer to Amelia slowly,
“What will happen to Peter?” Alex shrugged now only a meter away from Amelia,
“You can sue for defamation of character or the DA’s office might decide to prosecute for obstruction and hindering a police investigation, maybe even wrongful imprisonment, that’s out of my hands.” Her hands traced the scar that now blemished Amelia’s brow,
“And how does your boss feel about you helping a convict, get out.” Alex frowned,
“After my sighed statement about what Peter said to me, and what you said to me and Casey, he left it to my discretion. Casey vouched for you she said that she was your sister and she believed you.” A tear built up in Amelia’s eyes,
“She admitted that she was my sister?” Alex nodded,
“She said she knew who her sister was, that she was ambitious, sometimes reckless but a rapist and murderer that was something you weren’t.” Amelia’s eyes narrowed although Alex could still see the vulnerability swimming in pools of green,
“And what do you think?” Alex leant forward their lips inches apart,
“I agree.” Amelia closed the gap, her hands on Alex’s waist pulling her closer so that their bodies were flush together, melding together.
“I’m not sure conjugal visits were apart of my agreement councillor.” Alex smirked,
“I think the people can make an exception.”
Alex had been contemplating her humanity over the past few months criticising herself for her affection she held for a convict, cursing herself out when she’d smile at the bouquet of flowers on her desk, but being in Amelia’s arms strewn out on the leather couch of her office, she didn’t question anything, she was calm, serene.
She wasn’t calm however when Peter Smith came storming into her office, while she and Casey discussed tactics on another of SVU’s cases they were prosecuting together.
“What the hell are you doing, your dropping the rape conviction against the woman who raped me.” Alex shook her head, as she stood rounding her desk to perch on the wooden furniture next to Casey,
“No I’m dropping and expunging the rape conviction of a woman you wrongly accused, you admitted it yourself in this office. My only question is why?” He snarled lunging for her yells escaping his throat,
“You bitch!” Casey however was not about to allow her friend to be attacked, jumping in the way taking the punch before delivering her own blows, Alex called for help immediately, panicking as she watched Casey trade blows with the man.
“Casey!” When security arrived Casey was panting spitting the blood that coated her teeth into a tissue Alex offered as she held up the strawberry blonde, the bruises already forming on her face and Peter Smith unconscious on the floor also bloodied and bruised.
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