I own nothing blah blah....anway, I've been working on this for a while so there are a few more chapters already done after this. I'll post them later on after they've been tweeked some more. Thanks for reading.
Alex grumbled all the way down the stairs of the subway. Of all the days for her car to break down, it had to the one where all fifty thousand taxis on the island of Manhattan were avoiding her. After almost twenty minutes of trying to hail a cab, she decided to suck it up and ride the subway. It wasn't like she was going far. She just needed to get there quickly before her date left without her.
The blonde usually wasn't a germiphobe, but there was something about being underground, next to the sewers that made her skin crawl. So she sat in a plastic chair on the near empty car and tried desperately not to touch anything.
She was fairly patient during the ride, but was waiting at the doors when the train pulled to a stop. As she hurried every click of her heels brought back an SVU file that started in the underground. She would have ran up the stairs had her heels let her.
As she got to the landing halfway up the stairs, she head a crash of thunder. "Wonderful," she uttered, realizing that she didn't have an umbrella. She ran a hand through her hair and continued her trudge to the top.
A few steps into the second half the stairs, she saw an older woman stumbled to the railing. It was obvious she was drunk and Alex knew that the situation wasn't going to end well for the woman. As she contemplated trying to hail the woman a cab, she watched a small misstep for the woman turn into a tumble down the stairs.
Alex couldn't get out of the way fast enough, so she braced herself as best she could. She could smell the bourbon on the woman as she was hit by the flying body. She managed to stabilize the woman enough to stop her fall, but couldn't manage to stabilize herself. The last thing she remembered before hitting the cold concrete of the landing was a flash of lightning across the sky.
Olivia rubbed her eyes as she walked into the hospital. The call that told her that her mother had fallen down the stairs of the subway was not a pleasant one although the person on the other end of the line kept insisting she was fine. It also didn't sit well that her mother had taken someone else down with her.
After she found out her mother's room, she tried to gather her thoughts. She was angry with her mother for continuing her slow latent suicide. She was angry with her for hurting someone else in the process. She was worried about her mother of course, but disappointed that her mother had lost all control over herself.
When she got to the room, she didn't even bother looking at the name on the door because the door was cracked and she could hear her mother speaking.
"I feel fine," her mother insisted.
"It's just standard procedure," the nurse assured her with a kind smile.
Olivia stepped in and intervened, "Let her do her job mom."
Serena Benson shot an aggravated look at her daughter, but laid back in the bed, "Fine."
After a few more questions the nurse left and Olivia sat in the chair next to her mother's bed, "What happened?"
"I must have slipped," her mother stated, although it was obvious she herself didn't believe it.
Olivia just nodded knowing that was all she was going to get from the stubborn older woman. She scanned the room. There was a curtain dividing the room in half.
"That's the young woman I bumped into as I fell," Serena answered the question Olivia hadn't gotten a chance to ask yet.
Curiosity got the best of her and Olivia stood, walking slowly to the curtain. She was tired of apologizing for her mother, but this was something that definitely deserved an apology.
When she got to the curtain she peeked around, trying to determine if the occupant of the bed was awake. She couldn't tell because the thin frame on the bed was laying on their side, facing away. She looked at the person's belongings that occupied the chair next to the bed. A coat, scarf, and attaché were neatly stacked on the chair. The attaché looked oddly familiar to Olivia. She took a step closer because something tucked between the back of the chair and the bag caught her eye. A familiar looking blue folder was sticking out. Olivia moved the bag a centimeter with her finger revealing the NYPD seal that was used for case files.
The attaché and folder meant that her mother had taken down someone who working the DA's office. She sighed and prayed that it was someone she didn't know.
She didn't realize that she had gotten so close to the bed, to get a look at the belongings. Olivia let her eyes wonder to the bed where she caught a glimpse of the face of the woman her mother essentially assaulted.
"Oh my god," Olivia breathed.
"What is it?" her mother asked from the other side of the curtain.
Olivia darted back to her mother's side of the room when she saw Alex start to stir from the voices. Olivia walked to her mother's side and pointed to the curtain, whispering, "Do you have any idea who that is?" She didn't wait for an answer, "That's ADA Alex Cabot. I work with her everyday."
Just as she had finished her sentence she heard the familiar ring of the ADAs cell phone going off. There was a rustle of sheets and then a quick, curt, "Cabot." Her voice softened immediately, "Hey Elliot."
Olivia was surprised at the name that had just come out of Alex's mouth. She continued to listen to the conversation. "Yeah…I called a friend of mine who was still at work and he filed it. You and Olivia can serve it first thing tomorrow…Elliot, you don't have to. I'm fine…Elliot….Fine, just bring me a sandwich or something…You might want to let your partner know about the warrant first…Alright….See you in a few."
The detective started to panic after Alex hung up. Then she panicked more when she heard her own cell phone ring. After figuring that eventually Alex was going to know what happened and that she was there and that it was her mother that caused to her be in the hospital, she sighed and pushed away all thoughts of running out the door.
When her phone was still ringing a few seconds later, Olivia answered as she usually did and prepared for the embarrassment that her mother usually brought her multiplied by ten because she had a hurt someone besides just herself this time and this person was Alexandra Cabot.
"Benson," Olivia answered.
"Hey," Elliot replied, "Just letting you know that Cabot got the warrant for us to search the apartment tomorrow. I'm going to take her something to eat because she's in the hospital if you'd like to come with me."
"What happened?" Olivia asked, wanting to know what Alex had been telling everyone else.
Elliot paused, "She didn't say. She keeps telling me she's fine, but I think something is wrong if she keeps hiding it."
"Alright," Olivia ran a hand through her hair, "I'll meet you there."
"Do you want something to eat?" Elliot asked.
Olivia looked at her mother who was looking at her and then she looked at the blue curtain that Alex was staring a hole through. "No thanks. I'll eat later."
"Are you okay Liv?"
"Yeah," Olivia answered, "I'll see you when you get here."
"You're already there…" Elliot started, but Olivia had already hung up.
After a few seconds her mother asked, "Who was that?"
"Elliot," Olivia answered, "He's going to be here in a few minutes."
"Why?" Serena asked, trying to straighten her hair as much as possible.
Olivia walked over to the curtain, "He's bringing some food to our ADA."
"Can you pull the curtain back Liv?" Alex asked, quietly.
The detective obliged and finally got to looked at the blonde. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail behind her. There was a small cut on her cheek just under where her infamous glasses stopped. She wasn't wearing the standard issue hospital gown. She was in a charcoal gray long sleeved shirt with a large bulge around her left wrist, which Olivia guessed was a cast or brace of some kind. Whatever else she was wearing was covered by blankets.
Alex looked over at the woman who had knocked her down the stairs. Olivia was expecting to have to defend her mother to the younger woman so she set her jaw, ready.
"Are you okay?" Alex asked gently.
Serena nodded, "Are you?"
The blonde smiled tiredly, "I'm fine."
Olivia was shocked so much so that she almost needed to sit down. No one had ever been that pleasant to her mother after they had damaged their property, much less hurt them physically.
It took a moment, but Alex finally looked at Olivia. She was about to speak when the door opened. Elliot stepped in with two plastic sacks filled with Styrofoam containers. He looked around a moment before nodding to Serena. "Mrs. Benson."
"Elliot," she nodded back, looking to Olivia.
"What happened?" Elliot asked, although he had an idea who caused everything. He loved Olivia like a sister, but he didn't love Serena like a second mother. He believed that Olivia had put up with Serena for a lot longer than a daughter should have to.
The Benson women looked who Alex who didn't skip a beat, "I got hit by a cab. Not really hit, but clipped. Enough to knock me unconscious."
"Did you get the medallion number?" Elliot set one for the plastic bags in the vacant chair by the door and reached for his notepad.
"No," Alex shook her head, "It was dark." The blonde shrugged, "I'll be fine. You certainly have better things to do than to chase down every cab in the city."
Elliot seemed reluctant to give up, but he finally nodded, "You're right." He took a Styrofoam container out of the bag and handed it to Alex before handing one to Olivia then Serena.
"I told you not to get me anything," Olivia told Elliot.
Elliot pointed to Alex, "She told me to."
"Since when do you do what I say?" Alex asked with a small smirk, opening the box and eyeing the sandwich.
Olivia was starting to feel like she was in an alternate universe. Elliot and Alex were being friendly toward each other. Alex was being considerate, sweet even. She had rarely seen the ADA like that and only in the most extreme cases. Olivia chalked it up to the morphine that the nurses had probably been given Alex for the pain of whatever was ailing her.
"Same cab hit you?" Elliot asked Serena, politely trying to joke.
She smiled back, "The stairs into the subway were slippery and I took a wrong step. Down I went."
"I hope you feel better," Elliot nodded to the eldest Benson and walked over to Alex, "I can come back later if you're not feeling up to it."
"I can't feel anything," Alex sat up straight and set her sandwich on the bedside table. She reached for her attaché and groaned in pain before sitting back on the bed, "Okay, I can't feel anything if I don't move."
"You're in the hospital," Elliot chuckled and shook his head, "I'll meet you in your office later this week."
Alex made a face indicating that she wasn't happy and she waned to get it done. The look could make Elliot uncomfortable, but not much else because she threw it at him all the time.
"Call me when you get out of here," Elliot smirked. He turned to Olivia, "Call me if you need anything."
The female detective nodded and Elliot walked out.
Olivia's mother yawned and laid down, "I think I need to sleep for a while."
The detective nodded and squeezed her mother's hand before walking over to Alex's side of the room and pulling the curtain. "Thank you for what you said to Elliot. For the food and the cab."
"It was no problem," Alex smiled slightly, "And we conspire to get you to eat a lot more than you realize."
"I'll remember that," Olivia smiled back, "Are you really okay?"
The blonde nodded, "Of course I am."
The brunette raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you here?"
"The doctors think they should watch me over night because a concrete stair hit me in the head," Alex took a sip of her water that was sitting on the food tray.
"What about that?" Olivia pointed to Alex's wrist.
The blonde pulled the sleeve up revealing a black wrist brace. "Just a sprain. Liv I'm fine. Don't worry about it. When I walk out of this hospital I'll be fine and this will all be behind us."
Olivia glanced on the other side of the curtain to see her mother fast asleep. Then she sat in the chair next to Alex's bed, "Are you sure I can't do anything else?"
"It was an accident," Alex assured her, "It's not a problem. Being an SVU ADA in this city, I'm surprised this is the worst that's happened to me so far."
"Are you sure?"
Alex smirked, "If you keep asking me that, there's going to be something wrong with you."
"There's the ADA I know," Olivia chuckled. She leaned back, "What were you doing on the subway anyway?"
"My car wouldn't start," Alex took a deep breath, "And I couldn't get a cab to stop for me for anything and I was late for a date so I was in a hurry."
"A date?" Olivia asked.
The blonde nodded, "He hasn't even called to see if I was okay and this happened four hours ago."
"I think you can do better," Olivia smiled softly, "If I was him, I'd be sitting right next to you until you got better."
"Well you're not him," Alex smiled back, "Which is apparent because you're sitting there and he isn't."
"He doesn't seem like he deserves you," the brunette leaned forward.
Alex shook her head, a coy smirk playing on her lips, "He doesn't."
Olivia smirked, "Then why did you agree to go out with him?"
"I haven't had a date in a long time," Alex emphasized the word 'long'. She shrugged, "No one really understands the hours that I work and that sometimes I'll have to cancel last minute."
The detective nodded, "I get that. That's why so many cops date other cops. I don't know if that's true for DAs."
Alex nodded, "It is, but I won't do it. Mixing work and a love life never, ever turns out well."
"From experience," Olivia smiled, "I agree."
The blonde yawned, "Excuse me."
"Sorry," Olivia stood, "I'm keeping you awake."
"No," Alex shook her head, "It's just the medicine they gave me for my back. It makes me tired."
"Your back?" the detective asked with a raised eyebrow, "What else is injured? How bad is your back?"
The ADA sighed, "It's just achy and bruised. I fell backwards on the stairs."
"What else?" Olivia crossed her arms.
"I had a concussion," Alex shrugged, "But it's mostly my back and wrist. I'm fine. I'll be back to work before you can say where's my warrant?"
Olivia chuckled, "Please just let me know if you need anything."
"Maybe," the blonde smirked mischievously. She looked at the chair by her bed and pointed, "Can you hand me that folder?"
"Are you going to work?"
"Of course," Alex nodded.
The blonde tried to glare at the detective, but couldn't seem to muster up the usual emotions to direct at the detective. She finally smiled, "What will it take to get you to hand that to me? Because I can't bend over and get it."
"Do you ever relax?" Olivia asked.
"As a matter of fact no," Alex shook her head. She started to move toward the edge of the bed to get the folder. When she leaned forward, she winced and Olivia was immediately by her side.
"You are the most stubborn person I've ever met," Olivia picked up the file and handed it to Alex.
"Thank you." She picked up her glasses off of her food tray and slid them on.
Olivia shook her head, "I'm going to go buy you a book or a Gameboy."
"I wouldn't object to a book," Alex smirked before opening the file in front of her.
The detective chuckled, "I'm going to head to my apartment for some clothes then I'll be back. Do you need anything?"
"No I'm okay," Alex smiled sweetly before turning back to her papers.
Olivia put her jacket on and shook her head. She'd never know Alex to be that happy and she'd never seen her smile like that. The only smile she ever saw from the blonde was when she knew she had a perp right where she wanted them. Olivia decided that it was probably the drugs for her pain and she should enjoy it while she could.