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Just going to drop this here, enjoy

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Calex

My greatest achievement so far has been convincing a friend of mine who has never watched L&O SVU before that Alex and Casey have a thing for each other, while watching an episode during a lecture. He fully believed me and I was laughing my ass off.

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Alex Cabot

So I did the math and Alex Cabot Conviction Rate before Witness Protection was 93%.

No wonder she was know as the ice queen because based on what we saw in Season 2 - 5 she only lost 7 cases out of 97.

93% fucking 93.

Ladies and Gentlemen our Lord and Saviour Alexandra Cabot.

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Calex

Just watched Season 17 Episode 12

And it made me think, what if Alex Cabot and Casey Novak where prosecuting, because it makes me think they would have gone ape shit on the school for the ‘Cherry Pickers Club’ they would have gone after the school, the teachers everyone.

Another prime example of what could have happened if SVU had their best ADA’s what would have happened

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I just think it’s unfair to all the ADA’s that came after Casey and Alex, having to be the runner up the two best ADA’s in the state.

It’s also unfair for the audience because we went from having two ADA’s willing to do anything for the victim, literally anything to ADA’s now that are like ‘you need more evidence, I can’t win so I won’t take it to trial’

When we had Alex Cabot who was the first ADA to get spousal rape past the grand jury, and she took it to trial even if she knew she wouldn’t win.

And Casey Novak who quite literally indicted the US Military.

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Chapter Eight

Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase

The Next time that the squad saw Amelia was in court, the Agent had managed to swindle the afternoon off, and she had the time to just sit and watch as Alex moved through the courtroom, thankful that Alex wasn’t prosecuting her this time.

The case was particularly harsh, and the insanity defence is always a difficult method of exoneration, when the defendant went to attack Alex, SVU or Liv at least saw what Amelia would do to protect Alex.

The teen had slipped through the court officers and was inches away from Alex when Amelia tackled him. He was dragged away but not before the teen was left to cough up blood.

Later that night while lay in bed, Alex very comfortably burrowed in her arms Amelia finally allowed herself to relax to embrace the calmness, that came with happiness, even if she didn’feel like she deserved it.

Alex’s next case is what coaxed a very uncomfortable conversation out of the ADA, she’d worked with Tommy for a few days attempting trail prep, although it certainly wasn’t easy considering how terrified the young boy was.

He was petrified of his father and fearful of what the man might do to him if he allocutes the crime in court for the jury to hear.

What she certainly hadn’t anticipated was Amelia coaxing a smile from the boy, a laugh as well as they played a slightly altered version of baseball.

It was so lighthearted, Amelia had swung by the office for lunch, going as far as to bring Tommy his own food, before engaging in light conversation a far cry from the questions Alex was forced to ask.

And throughout the conversation Amelia discovered Tommy’s love of most sports, soccer, football, baseball. Which lead to the current scene of Alex watching through the third story window of her office at the patch of grass where Amelia now occupied with Tommy as he batted, she scoped the young boy up in her arms, tickling him playfully. Tommy was responsive to the affection and attention so Amelia gave him more of it.

Alex heard him laugh and squeal, sounds that she was sure the boy hadn’t been able to indulge in for most of his childhood.

And God was Amelia so good with him, the boy interacted with a handful of police officers, both her and Casey and yet it was Amelia, the big scary FBI agent who got him to ramble about his favourite activities to do in school.

“Do you want kids?” Amelia coughed uncomfortably as they lay in bed, the question attacking her without warning, she was only glad that she didn’t have any food or drink in her mouth at the time.

“Do you?” Alex shrugged,

“I never thought about it before now, I never had a reason to but seeing you with Tommy today.” Amelia smirked catching onto Alex’s notion,

“Ms Cabot are you implying that I gave you baby fever.” Alex groaned into Amelia’s shoulder,

“Great now all I can think about is you with a baby, so yes you have me baby fever, Agent Chase.” A manic smirk danced its way across Amelia’s expression, as she flipped Alex onto her back,

“Well I’m sure we can practice for a baby what do you think baby girl?” Alex nodded moaning as she felt Amelia’s lips attack her neck and then descend to her breasts.

“Please.” Her tone was breathy and Amelia revelled in the feeling of Alexandra Cabot begging beneath her.

Their routine was seemingly set in stone, Alex and Amelia operating in their own parallel world away from work, away from people.

Until there was a case involving the Feds, Amelia was dragged into the case, forced to work alongside the NYPD Special Victims Unit.

Not only that but the defence was attempting to call Amelia to the stand so that she’d omit details of the case that Alex had told her in confidence.

“Your honour the defence is trying to pry details from Special Agent Chase that are both confidential and crucial to National Security.”

The defence was playing hard ball, they wanted Amelia on that stand and despite the DA’s office fighting the subpoena’s and the FBI fighting their subpoena’s it seemed the mountain of attempts were breaking down both offices.

“Marry me Alexandra.” Alex’s head shot up in pure confusion, the own in her hand dropped into her notepad.

“What?” Amelia closed the door behind her, sauntering over to Alex,

“The defense is desperate to get me on the stand so that I admit where the wife and child are, I won’t put them in that danger and the only work around is-” Alex cut her off having understood her line of thought.

“Marriage.” Alex nodded, “And as I’m a dual citizen we can get married immediately.”

Amelia simply stared at Alex allowing the plan to take root for the woman without her prompting before Alex smiled up at her, “Y’know as far as proposals go that was by far the least romantic that I’ve ever seen.”

Amelia cocked a brow, “See now I thought you’d say that.”

She dropped to her knee revealing a velvet box from her pocket, “Alexandra Elizabeth Cabot, will you do me the esteemed honour of becoming my wife?”

Alex’s eyes sparkled as she nodded and Amelia stood embracing her now fiancée a passionate kiss shared between them.

“Yes, of course.”

Were they adhearing to the typical lesbian stereotype of moving in with each other after a few months, and getting married after only a year? Yes.

Did either of them care? Absolutely not.

And therefore they were yet again in the chambers of Judge Petrofsky with the subpoena to testify, “Your honour Special Agent Chase is no longer available to testify.”

The defense spluttered, “Why the hell not?!”

Lena Petrofsky look over at Alex with a cocked brow also curious, “I’m wondering that myself Ms Cabot.”

Alex handed over two copies of their marriage certificate, one to the defense, one to Judge Petrofsky.

“Because she no longer exists and Special Agent Amelia Cabot is protected by spousal privilege as the information the defense wants was a part of a communication between spouses.” The defense stormed from the room clearly aggrivated by the new information, and Judge Petrofsky’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Alex.

“I’m beginning to grow tired of your attempts to manipulate the courts Ms Cabot.” Alex sighed as she picked up her briefcase,

“Actually your honour my wife proposed to me, and the ring was purchesed 6 months ago. This was always going to happen.”

When Casey and Abigail found out they clapped their sister on the back hugging Alex as they welcomed her to their family, Abi raised her glass with a smile, “To the end of the Chase line, it shall die with our sperm donor.”

They cheered and the night was spent with three married couples enjoying the drink and company of their family, before Enzo spoke. “So where’s the honeymoon? Are you two gonna be jetting of to somewhere exotic?”

Alex shook her head, leaning against Amelia’s chest with a smile, “I don’t mind as long as she’s with me I’m home.”

Hunter and Abigail simultaneously gagged laughing as they realised they were perfectly in time, Casey glared at them, “You two are perfect for each other it’s actually quite alarming.”

Abi smirked, “As if you and Enzo aren’t the same. You two are disgustingly cute.” Enzo shrugged with a grin,

“She can also shoot a gun with incredible accuracy, and when I found that out I just knew I had to have her.”

Amelia looked down at Alex her eyes swarmed with nothing but adoration, “I adore you Alexandra.”

Alex smile was wide, and unburdened a truly rare sight, “I love you too Amelia Cabot.”

Following their marriage, the defense lawyers and their tactic crumbled, Alex convicting the abusive cunt, putting him away at Riker’s away from the wife and daughter he tormented.

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Chapter Seven

Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase

(A/N I’m unhinged and honestly what Amelia does in this chapter is something I’ve been nothing to do since I started watching SVU.)

Did Alex prepare for hostility from the SVU squad? Yes she did. Did she prepare herself that that hostility might extend as far as her and Amelia’s date night? No.

She’d gone out to take a work call, an update from the case they’d caught that morning, before she made her way back inside, what she hadn’t expected was the sight of two familiar SVU detectives.

She approached quietly, listening to what was being said, before finally inputting her own thoughts into the matter, she felt entitled to they were discussing the case over her glass of whiskey after all.

“A first offence with no priors any good lawyer would argue for a fine and no jail time.” Liv looked up at the new voice, her first instinct was to assume it was Casey but that slicked back hair that was Amelia.

“I think Alex is uh, dining with the enemy.” Amelia but her tongue reminding herself that these were Alex colleges and therefore she was expected to be polite, Alex looked up at her with pleading eyes,

“Can you give us two minutes?” Amelia nodded pressing a quick kiss to Alex’s temple,

“The games on at the bar, I’ll go check that out.” The desperation drained from Alex’s face replaced with only great fullness, and appreciation for the woman she loved.

She returned her attention got the two sat opposite, watching as their glare followed Amelia, “Really Alex she’s a criminal.”

Alex clenched her jaw, “Actually she’s an FBI Agent now, now back to the case, please.”

Amelia was promptly and swiftly smacked on the back of the head by both her sister when they saw her next, Casey was a result of the squad complaints towards her and Alex following that night and Abigail was simply because she didn’t want to feel left out.

Everything progressed at a calm and steady pace from that moment on, Alex and Amelia simply enjoying their blissful honeymoon stage together.

The squad of course were still hostile, even more so when they found out Amelia was now working for the FBI, but the snide comments had ceased, (although that was likely on account of Enzo of whom had been growing thoroughly frustrated with his wife’s anger and Alex’s sadness, she’d snapped in the bullpen, her voice raised for the first time in SVU history and it seemed to rattle them enough to prevent any further comments).

It didn’t however prevent the harsh glares that followed Amelia, not that she minded, she understood their position and she couldn’t fault them for it.

She reached the end of her rope however, while in the SVU squad room, she was collecting case files for a serial rapist that SVU had pushed over to the FBI.

She seen a glimpse of Alex as she exited Cregan’s office the ADA smiling at the sight of her girlfriend and Casey offering a smile toward her sister before continuing on toward the interrogation room.

“What you doing on this side of town.” Amelia pointed toward the files,

“New case, well it’s an ongoing cold that needs profilers, SVU kicked it over to us.” Alex nodded, her hand reaching for Amelia’s before they heard the grating sound of Elliot stabler enter the bullpen.

“Oh look the FBI’s letting in just about anyone nowadays.” Amelia muttered something under her breathe that Alex didn’t quite catch, but she shot a glare Elliot’s way,

“Elliot leave it.” He laughed sitting muttering something only he and Amelia heard under his breathe,

“You want to say that a bit louder to my face this time, Stabler.” Alex pulled her back slightly the tension in Amelia’s frame radiating from the Agent in waves,

“Yeah I think it’s pathetic that the FBI have employed you and I think what Alex is doing is an abomination to the oath she took when she became a prosecutor she’s an embarrassment to the bar.” He stood as he spoke, the pair now toe to toe, glaring at each other,

“Back of Stabler before I-” The detective cut her off,

“Before you what? Cuff me to a bed and rape me like you did Peter Smith?” That was it, an echoing crack echoing the precinct as Elliot fell backwards landing on his ass and Amelia shook off her fist.

“Elliot!”

“Amelia!”

Elliot was hoisted off the floor as Amelia pressed a kiss to Alex’s temple, whispering softly in Alex’s ear, “I’m sorry.”

Alex waved away the apology, a short kiss exchanged, “Don’t worry about it, now go before you start a brawl, I’ll see you tonight.”

The Agent nodded walking toward the elevator and Alex’s attention was reinstated on the squad, she pondered for a moment, before pulling out a form from her briefcase.

“That is an official request for a new leading ADA, you stop the comments and complaints or you officially hand that over to Arthur Branch or Captain Cregan. Either way any more comments about my relationship and I’m gone, Homicide have been begging for help and I have a place there if I need it.” The squad all nodded silently, Alex walking past them all, meanwhile Cregan glared at his team,

“I don’t think I need to remind you but if we lose Cabot, then we lose Novak as well, they’re a pair that come together, and if they leave I’ll have all your asses.”

The expressions of the team where that of scorned children who’s been told off for drawing on the walls or making a mess. Sharing glances they continued with their work, nothing but apologies spewing from their lips when they each had the opportunity to corner Alex while alone.

She received them, but it was up to Amelia to accept them, it wasn’t her that the team had been harassing for crimes she was excused of.

Liv apologised first extending the apology to both Alex and Amelia, they Elliot although Alex noted the clenched jaw and white knuckles. Fin and Munch followed suit without difficulty and Alex found herself civil with the team. They were still reluctant to understand but she no longer had the urge to throw things at them.

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Chapter Six

Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase

Watching two marines and two ADA’s book it down the halls of the DA’s office was obviously a disturbing sight, especially for the junior baby ADA’s. Not that Alex cared in that moment Jack McCoy and Arthur Branch could suck it.

When they got to the hospital they simply followed the line of detention officers that lined the halls, although Enzo and Casey didn’t miss the sight of Pam Adler in a bed of her own littered with more cuts and abrasions than either could count.

The issue was that the shiv had pierced her lung, and with the bacteria on the weapon Amelia was still at risk of infection. Sepsis was incredibly possible which is what lead to the group all pacing or sitting anxiously in the waiting room.

Alex finally broke, standing, “I’m going to talk to Pam Adler.” Casey caught her wrist as she walked past,

“Don’t do anything I have to prosecute you for.” The ADA nodded curtly, although the thought was tempting.

“Of course.”

Walking into Pam’s hospital room Alex could finally appreciate the injuries that Amelia had caused, the former lawyer glared at Alex, “Come to gloat councillor?”

Alex shook her head, “I came to ask why you did it.”

She shrugged, “Bitch was gonna take my parole of the table, and I had to shut her up.”

The ADA nodded, “Parole’s off the table and the DA’s office will be pressing charges for attempted murder, that’s another 20 years.”

Pam laughed although it didn’t last long as she winced, “She’a really got you following her like a lost puppy it’s impressive honestly, the great Alexandra Cabot in love with a criminal.”

Alex glared at the woman, “Ex-criminal who’s record will be expunged, I’m going to make this simple for you going after someone I love, bad idea because I will bury you until your chocking on dirt.”

“That a threat councillor?”

“A promise.”

When Amelia woke up Alex was at her bedside, a hand clutching hers, she was groggy the world spinning as she stared at the ceiling.

“I must be in heaven, because I’ve got an angel at my bedside.” Alex laughed hurriedly wiping away the tears,

“No your here, alive with me, Pam’s being charged with attempted murder and your hearing has been moved forward to next week.” Amelia nodded with a low groan,

“I love you Alexandra.” She feel to unconsciousness following that although Alex’s hand still gripped hers.

“Councillor your representating the defendant Amelia Chase.” Trevor nodded,

“Yes your honour.” The judge nodded,

“I understand have a motion.”

“I do, based on new exculpatory evidence, defense moves to vacate the sentence of Amelia Chase.” Judge Petrofsky nodded,

“People.” Alex stood,

“The people believe there has been a miscarriage of justice in this case your honour due to newly discovered evidence with the alleged victim admitting to wrongful accusal and disrupting a criminal investigation, and the murderer and her accomplice admitting to police that Amelia Chase had no part in the murder of Sydney Greene, as well as the sighed statement from a pyschologist stating that the defendant didn’t posses the mens rea to commit the crime due to her mental state. The people ask that both verdicts be vacated.” Judge Petrofsky nodded turning to look at Amelia, the woman still nursing her injuries,

“Ms Chase please rise.” It took a moment but she eventually managed it,

“On behalf of the state of New York and this court I’d like to apologise for the gross oversight of justice, and today it is my duty to vacate that conviction. You are free to go, bailiffs if you could remove the restraints.” Amelia sighed relieved,

“Thank you, your honour.”

Walking out of the prison toward the sisters the relief radiated from Amelia. She was free. And seeing Alex stood waiting for her, that brought about a peace she never thought she’d feel again.

“Hello gorgeous.” Alex smiled walking toward her wordlessly pulling her in for a kiss, it was deep and passionate although gentle to mind her injuries.

Breaking from the kiss Amelia smiled her arms wrapped around Alex, the lawyer speaking softly, “It feels good to do that without worrying about being caught.”

Amelia nodded feeling a large burden lift feeling Alex burrow into her arms, she revelled in the feeling of comfort. “I agree.”

Her first day as a free woman, she spent in bed with Alex wrapped around her, her fingers tracing the bare skin of the blonde, as they lounged in bed.

“The FBI approached me about working for them, before I was released, they reiterated the offer when I got out, I received the email an hour ago.” Alex looked up at Amelia her chin resting in her collarbone,

“Doing what?” Amelia pressed a kiss to Alex’s temple,

“I’d be working as a special agent, when they found out I got a confession out of one of their serial killers for the murder of 24 people, they extended the offer. I think I’m gonna take it.” Alex smiled pressing a kiss to Amelia’s collarbone,

“Does that mean I’m gonna lose you to San Francisco?” Amelia shook her head,

“There’s a task force being assembled here in New York of Agents, profilers, behavioural analysists, I just got you Alex I’m not ready to let go of you just yet.” Alex breathed a sigh of relief their lips meeting softly,

“Good because I’m not letting you go either.”

Alex would never admit it but seeing Amelia in her uniform, made her want to immediately rip it off. The badge, the gun, God did those do things to her.

“We still on for tonight?” Alex nodded as they danced around each other in the kitchen,

“Of course, I’ll meet you at the restaurant, 8pm.” They separated when Amelia dropped her off at the DA’s office a fleeting kiss before she hurried up the steps.

It seemed Alex had walked away from her blissful bubble of a week and weekend straight into the lions den when she entered her office to see Casey with a teasing smirk,

“So I didn’t hear of Amelia all week, or weekend, and you week off seemed to have coincidentally coincided with that, anything to say about that councillor?” Alex cocked a brow,

“I plead the 5th.” That made Casey snort a laugh,

“I also heard a rumour that your fucking an FBI agent, what do you have to say about that councillor?” Alex blushed a deep crimson crawling up her throat.

“Amelia received an offer to work for them, she took it, todays her first day.” Casey quirked a brow already pulling out her cell,

“And I’m now $50 dollars richer, Abi bet that she’d go straight back to Wall Street.” Alex giggled quietly setting down her briefcase,

“But in all seriousness SVU called, they gave up warning about the new case their prosecuting, a pedophile ring, seems like we’re going to be drowning in paperwork for the foreseeable.” Alex groaned but nodded regardless,

“Alright thanks for the heads up, I’ve got an arraignment in an hour call me if they get anything.” The red head nodded diligently, sauntering out of the office.

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Chapter Five

Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase

(A/N So I fixed her, and her actions, does that justify me writing this, no, but I figured fuck Pam Adler she was an awful person- she also played Abby Griffin in the 100 and I really didn’t like her - so your welcome you can sleep easier.)

“Amelia Chase is not guilty.” Alex looked up at George the man sauntering into the precinct thankfully splitting up her and Elliot, Alex feared that is he had she would have gone blow for blow with him for that comment.

Liv scoffed, “How can she not be guilty, she cuffed him to the bed.”

George nodded, “She did but she wasn’t competent at the time.” He turned to address Casey and Abigail, “How long has your sister been an alcoholic?”

Casey was stunned she knew the entirety of Amelia’s journey of sobriety but at no point did she think that held any standing to her case or conviction, “She’s been a heavy drinker since she was 14, our father pushed her to the edge, but she’s been clean for 4 years.”

Alex shook her head, sadness clouding her eyes, “Not from the night of the rape, she’d been drinking.”

Abigail was stunned her head in her hands, “That’s not possible Amelia hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol from the minute we admitted her into rehab. She was careful, she never relapsed.” George hummed in agreement,

“Because it wasn’t her fault, Pam Adler gave her a water bottle filled with vodka, one sip and all self control was out the window. She already had PTSD and with the alcohol she didn’t have the mens rea to commit any crime.” The rage simmered in Alex, as she stormed out of the precinct.

“Councillor to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit.” Alex glowered at Pam Adler and her attorney,

“Amelia Chase, you framed her for murder.” Pam chuckled, with a cocked brow,

“You can’t prove that.” Alex shrugged sliding a document across the table,

“A sighed sworn statement from the man that you used to commit the murder, a revised statement from Peter Smith saying it was you and Sydney Greene that raped him, and the DA’s petition to drop the murder and rape charges in favour of facilitation of a sexual offence. You’ll be charged with obstruction of justice and wrongful imprisonment, there goes your chance of parole.” The defense attorney sighed,

“What are you offering Alex?” The blonde glanced over at the woman shrugging,

“Your client reiterates to the court at Amelia’s hearing that she had no part in the murder, nor the rape. And the DA doesn’t press charges.” The lawyer whispered quietly to Pam, the pair exchanging a brief conversation,

“Fine, you got yourself a deal. On one condition,’we want to know why your so desperate to help Ms Chase.” Alex cocked a brow glancing between the pair,

“Ms Chase is the sister of an ADA and a marine soldier who was wrongfully imprisoned due to the defenses oversight of her mental condition, and reduced capacity, I’m helping an innocent woman.” Carolyn Maddox’s eyes furrowed,

“What mental condition?” Alex smirked, the files making their way into her briefcase,

“She’s an alcoholic who was given alcohol by your client after four years of sobriety, under the guise of it being water in a water bottle. And with her already existing PTSD, from childhood abuse Amelia Chase did not have the capacity to commit a crime nor the mens rea to stand trial. Her record will be expunged and your client will continue to rot in prison.” The smirk still hadn’t dropped from Pam’s face although Alex did revel in the shiner of a black eye she possessed.

“Tell me is she still good in bed councillor?” Alex snarled,

“We’re done here.”

Walking out of that meeting Alex was seething, God was she angry the constant assumption that she and Amelia were fucking was beginning to grow infuriating. They weren’t wrong of course, but that didn’t at all negate her anger.

Casey and Abigail found themselves in Alex’s office later that day sat waiting for her, “Casey, Abigail to what do I owe the pleasure.”

Abigail smirked as Casey’s smoothed out her features, “Casey wants to know if your fucking our sister.” Enzo of whom Alex only then noticed was sat on the couch immediately succumbed to laughter.

It was manic laughter, uncontrollable fit of chuckles, that Abigail soon succumbed to, Enzo wheezed out an apology between large breaths.

“I’m sorry, just give me a minute.” Alex sat at her desk head in her hands,

“I didn’t mean to.” Abigail raised a brow her own smirk reminding Alex so much of Amelia,

“What did your fingers just slip inside, no of course she tripped and fell between your legs.” She winced when Casey delivered a swift slap to that back of her head and Enzo was yet again divulged in laughter.

Casey turned to her wife with a pointed glare, “You be quiet.” Before directing her attention to Alex,

“Did she buy you the watch.” Alex smiled looking down at the watch brandishing her wrist,

“Yeah, and the flowers, the breficase, new notebooks a new fountain pen. She’s been nothing but sweet.” Abi and Casey exchanged looks, before Abi spoke,

“You keeping Cabot or are you taking Chase when you get married, because Amelia Cabot sounds good, rolls right of the tongue.” It was Casey’s turn to giggle, Enzo approaching an arm wrapped around her wife,

“Amelia has to take Cabot, tradition is me Alex and Hunter all convert the good Christian Chase girls to lesbianism and they take our last names.” Alex snorted although she was still nursing her head in her hands, Casey scoffed indignant,

“You did not covert me to lesbianism.” Enzo surrendered her hands raised, as she smirked at her wife,

“Okay sorry, coaxed you to bisexuality, whatever it is Alex has to make Amelia a Cabot to stick it to your bastard of an old man, I mean your brothers baby mama gave James and Danielle her last name and your oldest brother is a priest so no kids for him the Chase name ends with him.” Abigail nodded in agreement with a soft smile at the thought of her wife.

“She’s got a point, the idea of Amelia being married to a woman would probably send him over the edge, could count on a heart attack during the vows.” Enzo chuckled heartily in agreement,

“I remember the ‘heart arrhythmia’ during me and Casey’s engagement party.” Abi cut in,

“Or the ‘stroke’ during me and Hunter’s after party.” Alex looked up at the three curiously,

“Is he really that bad?” Abu groaned leaning back in her chair,

“Depends which of us you ask, our brothers would say he’s a good father, but I got more injuries from him than playing baseball. Amelia would tell you what a bastard he was, she got the worst of it, especially when he was drunk she’d get in between us and him, and Casey-” The ADA interrupted,

“He was great until I started playing softball, then even Amelia couldn’t protect me, no matter how hard she tried and she did try. When I met Charlie and we got engaged he became a father again, but when Enzo came into the picture and I left Charlie he told me he didn’t have any daughter anymore only sons, even with the bruises in my face he couldn’t understand.” Enzo held her wife in large burly arms, careful of the bruises still littering her face.

They were interrupted when Alex’s office phone rang she picked up immediately tears clouding her eyes at what the voice in the other end was relaying.

She put the phone down immediately standing up, “Alex what’s wrong?”

Alex’s eyes were glossed with tears, “Pam Adler got into Amelia’s cell at Riker’s she’s in the hospital Pam stabbed her with a homemade shiv, she’s in surgery now.”

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Chapter Four

Alex Cabot / Amelia Chase

“Casey just listen to the paramedics, you need to go to the hospital, I’ll call Enzo.” Casey immediately refuted the statement,

“No don’t do that, she’ll overreact you’ll end up prosecuting her for murder if she finds out, my older sister too.” Alex glanced over confused,

“You have another sister?” Casey nodded wincing slightly at the inbound migrane already forming at her temples,

“Yeah Abigail, she’s in the Marine’s with Enzo, they’ll freak, you can’t tell them.” Alex would have listened, but she knew better as she pulled out her cell,

“That’s just the concussion talking, she’s your wife she deserves to know.”

Now Alex had originally assumed that Casey was over exaggerating the extents that Enzo and Abigail would go to having been told that Casey was in the hospital after being attacked, but she wasn’t, instead she was watching as both marines were restrained by the SVU team of whom were obviously contemplating just allowing them to go for it, their own anger simmering.

“None of you can assault him, as much as you might want to I don’t want to have to prosecute you, and he is still a victim, he was angry he went for me and Casey interviewed.” Casey nodded walking toward the group,

“And I’m fine really.” That point would have been made better in she didn’t stumble into Enzo’s arms the marines jaw clenched.

They all shared a look before Alex sighed, “Casey are you pressing charges?”

The ADA shook her head, “No, the statements enough, I don’t want to go to court.”

Alex nodded turning to the group with a fingers pointed at them, “Them if he gets roughed up on the way home that’s not my business, but nothing life threatening.”

Casey groaned into her wife’s chest with a small smile, “Alex don’t encourage them.”

Abigail glared at her sister walking over to hold her hand, and press a light kiss to her hairline, “Your my sister and I’ll always protect you and if that means roughing up the bastard that hurt you then that’s what I’ll do.

Enzo nodded in agreement, “In sickness and in health remember.”

The Next time Alex saw Amelia was during a visit in prison, although it strayed from their typical incarceration visits, as Amelia found them alone in a room, Alex smirking.

“I’m sure this is an abuse of power councillor.” Alex shrugged wrapping her arms around Amelia,

“I’m sure it is, but no one’s ever going to know so what’s the harm?”

And God was Alex addicted to her, her touch, her taste, her voice as she whispered sinful things into Alex’s ears. A handful of orgasms later and Alex was perched on her lap,

“Peter Smith attacked Casey in my office.” Amelia immediately froze, her body stiff and the hold she had on Alex tightening slightly,

“Is she okay?” Alex nodded playing with the baby hairs in the back of Amelia’s neck,

“Yes she’s fine and Abigail and Enzo made sure he payed for what he did.” Amelia’s eyes widened at the mention of her older sister,

“Abi’s back?” Alex tilted her head slightly,

“She’s stationed her in New York training new recruits with Enzo.” A sigh of relief escaped Amelia, she’d never admit it but half of her anxiety came from Abi being in the Marines the other half was from her sister being an ADA, two completely understandable worries.

“Good, I’m glad she’s home, does she know I’m in here?” Alex released a slow breathe,

“Yeah, she knows, and Casey and I explained everything including your innocence. She wants to see you when you get out.” The concern in Amelia’s expression melted at the admission, her face burrowing into her chest as she simply held Alex in her arms.

Alex sighed context revelling in the feeling of two strong arms holding her, it was obvious that Amelia’s had been working out for the duration of his prison stay.

Now Amelia didn’t want to see the shrink, she been violently opposed to it, but Alex had flashed her a pleading look and Casey had looked like a kicked puppy so she caved.

She caved and now here she sat opposite a Dr George Huang, and FBI profiler who apparently enjoyed conducting interviews with killers in his free time.

“Do you feel guilty for not stopping Pamela from killing Sydney.” Amelia scoffed,

“No I enjoy waking up in cold sweats at 4am.” George sighed,

“How many hours of sleep do you get a night?” The inmate shrugged,

“Light out at 11, takes me until at least 1 am to fall asleep so I’d say on a good night 3 sometimes 2.” The psychologist nodded,

“And are they the same nightmare over and over?” She shook her head,

“No, sometimes there worse than other and some nights I wake up and I don’t remember what woke me up it’s mostly a haze, but the bad nights they keep me up.”

Amelia could have been more forthcoming, but she only agreed to speak to the man, she never agreed in making his job easy, where was the fun in that.

Alex on the other hand was having no greater luck as the squad reamed her for her interactions with the convict, thankfully they didn’t know they’d been fucking yet but that was only a matter of time.

“Alex she’s a convicted rapist and murderer how can you stand to help her when it’s people like her that you put away every day.” Alex growled at Liv, the high horse she was on only furthering her disgruntlement.

“She’s innocent Peter admitted that, and when I offer Pamela Adler the possibility of parole in exchange for her testimony that Amelia Chase had no part in the murder, she will get out because she’s innocent of it all.” Elliot scoffed,

“That’s pathetic, she still handcuffed him to the bed, and let them do it.” Alex glowered at Elliot,

“Well that’s rich coming from you considering you didn’t even believe him during the investigation, she’s innocent she didn’t do it, and she didn’t kill Sydney Greene either.” Elliot stared at her for a moment,

“Your sleeping with her aren’t you.”

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Chapter Three

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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Chapter Two

Alex Cabot x Amelia Chase

And she did, paired with another note.

~ Some sicko killing her own sister, you’d have to kill me before I would harm Andy, but I guess some people are worse than others. Congratulations Alexandra.

When the squad noticed the new set of flowers gracing Alex’s desk, they made their threats, told her that they’d visit Amelia and tell her to stop, but she waved them off with a small smile, “She’ll get tired of it eventually, until them I’ll enjoy the flowers.”

4 months passed before she visited again, Amelia had been involved in a brawl in prison with ties to the case that Alex and SVU were prosecuting.

Two people had died and Amelia had been a witness, although judging by the torn knuckles and split eyebrow she’d obviously been more than just an innocent bystander.

“What happened?” Amelia sighed wincing slightly as she did, the throbbing pain in her lungs and ribs coaxing her grimace.

“I was reading when it started, the blonde walked over to the brunette stabbed her with a homemade shiv.” Alex nodded although her eyes were still trained on the torn knuckles,

“And what about you what’s with the split eyebrow and bloodied knuckles.” Amelia huffed,

“Some crazy bitch came over when the brawl started she said you and Andy had put her away, claimed she was going to kill me then you and Andy. I snapped, we got into it and she ended up in the infirmary.” Alex rolled her eyes,

“You should have walked away.” Amelia scoffed,

“I should and shouldn’t have done a lot of things, but I don’t regret not walking away. Nobody threatens the people I care about without facing the consequences.” Alex’s eyes were narrow, but she relented eventually pulling out her notepad and pen,

“Fine, tell me what happened from the beginning.”

A lot of their interactions remained similar, until Amelia was escorted to Alex’s office cradling a split lip and and black eye. The cuffs were removed and the guard stood outside the door before Alex walked over cautiously observing the lacerations.

“What happened, who did this.” Amelia shook her head waving off Alex’s concern.

“It’s nothing, seems like I’ve become a target after the riot, it got round I’ve got a lawyer as a sister. Now I assume I’m here for trial prep?” Alex nodded slowly, cautiously.

She felt guilty, because as much as she hated her and her crimes, but she felt guilty that Amelia was being hurt because of her and Casey.

“I can have you transferred to protective custody if you’d like.” Amelia once again waved off her concern, instead her gaze traveled to the flowers that sat on Alex’s desk,

“You kept them.” A light blush dusted Alex’s cheeks,

“Their nice flowers, it would have been a shame to throw them away.” A teasing smirk danced across Amelia’s lips,

“Of course.” They remained conversing in a similar fashion for the duration Amelia flashing a teasing comment every so often and Alex attempting to keep them on task and topic.

Her next gift wasn’t only flowers after that, no it was accompanied by a new leather briefcase, specifically a Cartier briefcase, that possessed a retail price of $3,000 dollars, personalised leather bound notebooks embossed with her name of which was highlighted in gold, another couple hundred dollars. And an Alexander the Great Visconti fountain pen that retailed for at least another $3,000 dollars, real on the nose. The gift was extravagant, more so than what she was accustomed to receiving.

And if the squad had noticed the new kit, they didn’t metion it, neither did Casey for that matter although she figured they’d assume with the Cabot wealth that she had brought it herself.

But if they knew Alex they would know, she’d never reasonably spend that much on herself even with her own unlimited finacial funds she’d never indulge at that price. But a gift was a gift regardless of the gifter.

The next time Amelia was in her office she had torn up knuckles a broken nose that had stips across the bridge and a few broken ribs that caused her to limp into the room.

Alex frowned, placing her pen on the pages of her notebook, items that Amelia had bought for her.

“What happened?” Amelia winced as the warden removed her cuffs, before closing the door standing outside,

“Would you believe me if I told you, I ran into a door.” Alex shook her head tentatively, raising her hand to trace the bruising around her cheeks.

“Who did this?” The convict shrugged,

“Some bitch that killed her kid, you and Andy prosecuted, she obviously held a grudge.” Alex’s eyes searched hers, grasping at the comfort that she found amongst green eyes.

“I really think we should have you put in protective custody, I mean this is the third time you’ve been attacked.” Amelia waved away Alex’s concern,

“I agree to that and they win Alexandra, I’m fine I know how to take care of myself.” Alex found herself growing frustrated,

“And the next time you’ll end up on a cold slab in the morgue.” Amelia smirked but Alex could see the vulnerablity in Amelia’s eyes,

“I know a few people who wouldn’t be disappointed about that outcome.” Alex frowned,

“What about Casey?” Amelia shrugged, carefully walking over to the couch in Alex’s office,

“Andy doesn’t need me ruining her reputation, I think deep down she’d be glad I was dead.” The ADA shook her head refuting the statement,

“I don’t think that’s true. Your Casey’s twin sister, she doesn’t want you dead, I’d bet she’d hate to even see you hurt.” Amelia nodded curtly considering Alex’s words,

“Well then I guess it’s good thing she doesn’t visit to see it.” The universe seemed to have a cruel sense of humour, as it was at that moment that Casey opened the office door clutching a stack of files.

When she saw Amelia she froze and when she noticed the injuries she rushed over pawing all over her face, stuttering her words of concern. Eventually Amelia clasped Casey’s hands in her own,

“Andy I’m fine, it’s nothing just a scratch.” The glare that emulated from the redhead made even Alex shiver,

“I’m having you put in protective custody, being my sister alone puts you in danger, I won’t let you get hurt because of me.” She stormed over to the phone in Alex’s office Amelia attempting to stand but stumbling in pain. Alex caught her holding up most of her weight as Amelia groaned.

“Cassandra no! I’m fine in general population, I can take care of myself.” Casey rolled her eyes slamming the phone back on the receiver.

“A broken nose and ribs, and bruises all over you face how is that fine.” A wolffish grin danced across Amelia’s face,

“Well they’re all in the infirmary so I’d consider that successful. I don’t need protection Andy I’m doing just fine by myself.” The young ADA scoffed turning to Alex,

“SVU dropped off all of the files for the Edward’s case,” she then turned to address Amelia, “I’ll look forward to planning your funeral.”

Amelia sighed slowly lowering herself back onto the couch, “She has a point.”

Amelia grinned up lazily at the blonde, “Well I guess it’s a good thing I’ve written a will then.”

The next gift was by far the most lavish, a watch with a pink leather strap, a Vacheron Constantin self winding pink gold watch with diamonds encrusted around the clock face, with a $53,000 dollar value.

And when she visited next she noticed the fading bruises and Amelia noticed the watch brandishing her wrist, “You like the watch.”

Alex nodded, “$53,000 dollars on a watch is a lot Amelia.” The redhead simply shrugs,

“For you it’s worth it.” And God did that melt something within Alex, and not that she’d ever admit it but the caring nature of the woman made her wonder how exactly she ended up a convicted rapist and murderer.

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Chapter One

Alex Cabot x Amelia Chase

(Satire - but not really)

Right buckle up dickheads cause this is about to be a mind fuck of an experience. And it’s going to be great.

Trigger Warnings:

~ Foul Language (I’m British and my characters reflect that)

~ References of Sexual Assault

~ Justifying bad actions

~ Slight Stalker behaviours

~ I can fix her mentality

~ Sexual Content and references

~ Inappropriate use of a badge

~ Changing Canon majorly

Starts Season 3 ish

Part 1 / ?

Alex doesn’t remember at what point she started receiving the cards, nor the flowers.

There was always a note, small messages of congratulations but never anything that hinted toward the person culpable for their prescience.

It was a mystery, wrapped in an anomaly, wrapped in an enigma.

The first note had been a few days following the trial involving the female serial killer that had killed herself in the middle of the trial. ~ Not the outcome you wanted, good luck next time.

She’d originally thought maybe one of SVU was responsible but upon investigation she found that wasn’t the case, although the squad had been seriously suspicious of the note and the flowers attached.

The next had been a few weeks later after the murderous stepmother case, it had been a successful outcome, the stepmother had been charged with murder and statutory rape. The flowers were different this time Hydrangea’s that were a wonderful mix of pink, blue and purple.

~ You got her, congratulations councillor.

The handwriting was different this time cursive rather than block capitals as it previously had been. And the squad narrowed their eyes at the sight of the bouquet on her desk, but they let it slide, remaining vigilant of anyone paying a little too much attention to their favourite ADA.

The next time it was peony’s in a lovely shade of dusky pink, the note slightly more forthcoming.

~ Crazy bitch at that nursing home, a job well done councillor.

At that point the squad had begun their own investigation, the difficulty was a different person called each shop and it was a different florist on each of the three occasion’s. But somehow this person had access to Alex’s most notable cases with SVU, and none of them appreciated their undo and perhaps heinous obsession, with her.

Tulip’s after that,

~ Some crazy bastard killing his wife and an innocent woman because he couldn’t get his rocks off, one of many reasons I prefer women, congratulations Alexandra.

Carnations,

~ A pedophile ring, I can’t imagine the paperwork you’re drowning in, councillor. Well done Alexandra.

Hyacinths,

~ Some creep with an obsession with dolls, and obvious mommy issues, honestly murderers are getting boring and repetitive, surely they can come up with something more imaginative than mommy didn’t love me. Congratulations Alexandra

She’d snorted at that one, SVU however didn’t find it funny, that was the sixth note and bouquet in as many months and they were growing increasingly uncomfortable with the seriously large amount of attention Alex had garnered from this person.

Although they couldn’t prove it, it was one person, different handwriting, different florists and different customers meant that they had no proof that there was any one singular person responsible for her sudden influx of floral arrangements, but they were determined to try.

6 months of flowers and the squad had decided enough was enough, it took them another two months to find out who exactly was responsible, which lead to another two bouquets and notes that left the squad twisting.

When they did finally reveal the persons identity the file was slammed onto her desk with Liv and Elliot grinning like idiots as they delivered it.

To them it was as if they’d solved world hunger or achieved world peace.

Rationally Alex knew that Amelia was acting a stalker; irrationally she liked the fact that Amelia was obsessed with her.

She payed someone to sit in court and take notes regarding the various cases she tried of which were then mailed to her in prison.

Amelia would then make a call to another person on her payroll of whom she would relay the note she wanted on the card to say, who would then arrange for them to be delivered.

How Amelia Chase expected to keep it up until she got out Alex had no idea, until she looked at her financials. Billions, Amelia Chase wasn’t just rich, she was a billionaire and the monthly flower deliveries weren’t even going to put a dent in her very comfortable lifestyle and account balances.

It was then she decided she needed to visit her in prison. She needed to know why Amelia had taken such an interest in her.

Unsurprisingly she found she was already on Amelia’s visitation list, in fact she was one of four people on the list. One name in particular stuck out Cassandra Novak, Casey. Her recently assigned second chair, but that was a conversation for another time.

When she saw Amelia, the woman was almost entirely unchanged, hair was still neatly pulled back into a ponytail, porcelain skin unblemished. Other than the orange jumpsuit no one would have suspected she was an inmate.

“I assume you’ve been getting the flowers?” Alex nodded a piercing gaze directed towards the woman,

“I did I’ll admit you had SVU in a tailspin for a few months.” Amelia nodded,

“But not you?” Alex shook her head,

“No, they were nice flowers.” A deep chuckle echoed from the convict,

“I’d hope so I left very thorough instructions that they were to be expensive, you seemed like a woman with expensive taste.” Alex didn’t dignify the statement with a response,

“Why me? There’s hundreds of other lawyers in New York.” Amelia shrugged,

“They didn’t convict me, you did, besides you intrigue me Alexandra.” Alex’s knees would have buckled if she wasn’t sat, the husky voice paired with her salty tone, had a heat creeping up her neck.

“Alright, my turn Casey Novak.” Alex didn’t even need to finish her question before Amelia nodded,

“She’s my twin sister, I’m older by ten minutes.” Alex hummed in acknowledgment,

“She’s only visited you twice, why?” Amelia scowled,

“First time was just after my conviction and the last time was to tell me she’d been transferred from white collar to SVU, and that she knew I’d been bending the truth of my conviction. She told me that she was glad, that she was no longer a Chase, and she didn’t want to see again until I atoned and attempted to apologise for what I did, in any capacity that the victim was willing to indulge.”

“And did you? Atone for what you did?” Amelia chuckled,

“I made a call, got him a part in a film being produced my Steven Spielberg, and I sent the animal shelter a nice million. And reluctantly I sent a letter apologising, he got it, but I don’t know what he did with it, that’s up to him. As for the atonement, I’m a recovered catholic so God for all intensive purposes can suck it.” Alex reluctantly giggled lightly at her last comment,

“Casey’s catholic, God I never would have placed that.” Amelia merely shrugged,

“She’s a recovering catholic, she started getting over the trauma of cult life when she met her wife, Enzo Novak and according to our parents that’s when she turned her back on God, well that’s what our mother says at least, our father simply doesn’t talk about it.” Alex simply stared at the inmate her husky voice alluring as she listened to Amelia.

“You didn’t answer my question about the flowers.” Amelia cocked a brow,

“Do you want me to stop.” And God did Alex nearly buckle, but she made no movement other than standing to go to the cell door, Amelia watched with a tantalising smirk,

“I’ll send roses next time.”

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My most unhinged behaviour to date is writing a 7k fic about Alex Cabot x Amelia Chase that’s not even finished yet. And I really rolled with the I can fix her idea.

Let me know if you wanna read

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I’ve also decided Alex Cabot is dual citizen, she’s now Canadian and American 🇺🇸 🇨🇦

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I think Alex Cabot had a pregnancy scare in collage.

This is based on the episode where she gets real defensive about accessing the list of college girls who had used the medical services and gotten a positive pregnancy result.

But she gets real defensive 🤷🏻‍♂️ just something I’ve been thinking about

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Last Kid on the Calex Block

William Cabot-Novak

The Surgeon

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