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Vengeance	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 2711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He licked his lips, watching his target walking as if she didn't have a care in the world. Of course, in her eyes, she didn't. She couldn't know what he was planning. And that made it all the sweeter.
Because of her, her and her filthy girlfriend, he'd spent the last five years in prison for a crime he hadn't committed. He'd been railroaded, set up by a vengeful ex-girlfriend and all but tortured by the detectives until he'd made a false confession, just to get away from them. At court, he and his lawyer had tried to explain everything, but what was his word against that dynamic duo, Benson and Stabler, and the brilliant ADA Cabot? He'd stood no chance.
And the years in prison had been hell. Almost no human contact, food that made him vomit, regular beatings and threats- sometimes actual attempts- on his life. And, worst of all, what the other prisoners did to him in his cell. He refused to call it rape, because in his mind, that didn't happen to men. He wasn't a fucking fairy. He'd gotten fucked, that was all. It had been so awful, but- plenty of people had been through it, he was no different. But he hadn't deserved it.
And it was made so much worse by the knowledge that he hadn't belonged there in the first place. And though no one in the legal system, hell, no one but he and his damned ex, knew the truth, he would make the cops and the ADA understand. They would learn the hard way what a miscarriage of justice felt like.
He'd done the time. Now it was time for him to do the crime.

Alex Cabot was almost buzzing with excitement, so much so that she felt like a little girl again. She was absolutely giddy.
Tonight, after three years together, she was going to propose to Olivia.
The decision hadn't been made lightly, of course, and had in fact been building up for months. They'd been through so much together, and Alex wanted their relationship to reflect that.
They'd been through her being shot and put in the Witness Protection Program, they'd been through Olivia being attacked by several suspects, and so much more. It was clear that their relationship was strong enough to withstand everything. Olivia was her match.
What got her started thinking about marriage had been a small, light thing, really. Just a joke from Olivia that she'd marry Alex if she let her have Chinese take-out instead of a nutritious dinner, just this once. Alex had complied and let Olivia call her favorite place. It was then that she had started to think about it seriously. Did Olivia really want to marry her, or was the joke just that?
Over the next few days, it became clear to her that she was ready. She couldn't ask Olivia without ruining the surprise, but she just had this feeling that Olivia was ready too.
Olivia had been the one to make the first move in their relationship, asking- after everything about sexuality and marital status had been cleared up- if she wanted to be more than friends. And Alex had nodded, telling herself that if it ever came to it, she would return the favor by taking the next big step in their relationship- marriage.
Alex almost quivered with delight and excitement as she walked towards the jewelry store she'd chosen. George Huang walked beside her; Alex had wanted him to be there, for a variety of reasons. Moral support, to give his opinion on the ring she chose, and many more reasons than that.
"George, why did you recommend this place, by the way?" Alex asked, looking up at the displays in the window.
George beamed at her. "Can you keep a secret?"
"No, of course not," Alex said sarcastically. "You know me, I'm just a gossipy schoolgirl in a grown-up's body."
"I figured," George replied with an exaggerated sigh. "Oh well, I'll just have to risk telling you anyway." He became serious and reached into his pocket, pulling out a box. "I was just here last week. I'm going to ask Mike to marry me. I've been waiting for the right time."
"Oh, George, that's wonderful!" Alex exclaimed. She laughed softly. "Great minds think alike."
"It is an odd coincidence," George agreed. "But then again, you and I are pretty similar, so it isn't that surprising that we'd make decisions like this so close to each other. I mean, we're the ones who both bought each other the same thing for Christmas two years in a row. And bought season tickets to the New York Philharmonic, on a whim, within a few days of each other."
Alex snorted. "I still say you saw my tickets and were green with envy."
"And I say your goal was to get me to buy the tickets from the start. You had to have known that Olivia will sit through a classical music concert only once pigs learn how to fly," George retorted.
"Okay, we're even," Alex said. She glanced at the entrance to the shop and asked, teasingly, "So are we going to go in here, or are you going to argue all night?"
A mock look of hurt crossed George's face. "You started it."
Alex snickered and opened the door, but George grabbed it from her and ushered her inside first. Alex appreciated his gentle chivalry; she remembered a few times when he'd shown the gestures to Olivia too, like setting his hand on her back when they crossed the street, despite the fact that both Alex and Olivia towered over him. It just showed how kind and gentle he was, and Alex loved having a friend like that.
"So, I'm going to go over there," George said, pointing to a bench in a corner- "And catch up on some paperwork. Take all the time you need, okay?"
"Okay," Alex said, suddenly feeling a little nervous. "When I have one picked out, will you let me know what you think?"
"I will, but you know her better than I do and I'm sure that what you pick will be perfect for her," George said.
"Okay," Alex said, nodding. George smiled reassuringly and set his hand on hers.
Alex walked off, gazing at the displays.
After a few minutes, she started to doubt what George had said about this store. Most of the rings were far too flashy for her and Olivia's tastes, and she frowned, worrying that maybe George wasn't as in-tune with her as she'd thought. Almost all of the rings had the gemstones too big or were too fancy for some other reason. She wanted to give Olivia a nice ring, but realistically, Olivia wouldn't like rings like this.
"Can I help you, dear?" An elderly woman asked, walking towards her. "You don't look very comfortable here."
"I was looking for a ring for my girlfriend," Alex said, pleasantly surprised when the woman didn't look judgmental in the least.
"Oh, congratulations," the woman said. "I'll make sure you find a ring perfectly suited for her. I'm Mabel; what's your name?"
"Alex," Alex replied. "Everything here looks very flashy. We're both a little simpler than that."
"That's because the flashy ones attract the customers better," Mabel replied, smiling wryly. "Customers with tastes like yours are distressingly rare. When I was younger…" But she stopped, shaking her head and giving a soft laugh. "Oh dear, did that make me sound old! 'Back in my day…' Anyway, we have some over here that I'm sure you will find to be absolutely lovely." She started walking towards the back of the store.
"Thank you," Alex said, following her. She looked into the display cases, frowning softly at some of them. These were definitely getting closer, though.
She looked for what felt like hours, until one caught her eye, and something just clicked. It was an elegant band with a small, but not too prominent, diamond affixed to it. Olivia would be able to wear it to work, even, and only have to worry about putting it away during arrests, like Elliot did.
"I think I'd like this one," Alex said, pointing. "I just want to show a friend first and ask for his advice."
"I won't go anywhere," Mabel assured her. "Take as long as you need."
"Thank you," Alex said. She walked to the corner where George was sitting on a bench, using a magazine as a hard surface to set his papers on and write.
"George," she said. "I think I found one."
"That was fast," George commented, looking at his watch. "That was only about twenty minutes."
"That's all?" Alex asked, surprised. "It certainly felt like longer to me." She smiled nervously. "So, will you come tell me what you think?"
"Of course," George said, setting his papers back in his pockets. He followed Alex to the display at the back of the store. Mabel had gotten the ring out of the case so Alex could take another look at it. Alex picked it up and showed it to him.
"Wow, Alex," he said softly. "It's perfect for you and Olivia."
Alex looked at him and saw the sincerity in his face. She smiled, excited and happier than she had felt in a long time. "That settles it, then. I'll take it!" she announced.
"Good. Over here, then," Mabel said, walking to a cash register.
Once the ring was paid for, George and Alex took a cab to a diner, having realized that they hadn't eaten in twelve hours. It came with the territory, considering the number of cases they'd been working. It had almost felt perverse, thinking about romance while working with so much tragedy, but then Alex had realized that the opposite was true. She wasn't going to let the scum of the city ruin what she had with Olivia.
Alex swallowed a mouthful of the salad she'd ordered and leaned back in the booth as George updated her on Mike. Mike owned a bookstore, and since George was so good at separating his work and home lives, their relationship was blessedly calm and normal.
"So he's hoping to get some good talking pieces in the store soon," George finished, taking a bite of his sandwich. "A historic or old book, something autographed by a famous author, something like that. But other than that, he doesn't have any complaints. He's hoping to add a coffee store in the corner of the place, since that seems to be working for some other places, small stores and chains like Barnes and Noble alike."
"Sounds nice," Alex said. "I hope it works. He sure seems to love the place."
She yawned, stifling it on the back of her hand. "That was because I'm tired, I swear."
"Yeah, I'm pretty tired too," George said. "Today's been a long day."
"Want to head out, then?" Alex asked, raising her hand lazily as a waitress walked by.
"Yeah, that sounds good," George said, stifling a yawn of his own.
George tried to pay for the whole bill, but Alex insisted on paying for her part. Once they had left the money and a nice tip on the table, they left, Alex clutching her purse- which had the bag containing the boxed ring in it- protectively. They walked down the almost-deserted street, waiting for a cab to drive by so they could flag it down.
With both of them so happy and thinking about their futures with their respective lovers, neither of them could be blamed for failing to realize that they were being followed.

He had been right, of course. She truly didn't have a care in the world.
And where was he?
He ground his teeth. If she had seemed as miserable as he was, he might have been willing to do something less drastic, but this cemented it. He was going to make Cabot pay.
By doing this, he'd get his revenge on Benson as well. She loved Alex, for one reason or another, and knowing she was missing and being hurt would cause her so much pain. And he'd get to inflict pain directly on Alex. Two birds, one stone.
He felt a little guilty that, from what he could tell, an innocent man was going to get caught in this, but he couldn't take any chances on witnesses and plus, given that this man was with the FBI, he'd probably done something similar to what had been done to him to other people, so he very well could be the same as Benson and Cabot.
It didn't matter that much to him, though. Just a footnote to his plan.
He nodded at his two comrades and shooed them out of the truck. "Ace, Hotshot, move now."
He watched with a satisfied smug on his face as the two pulled their weapons out and walked out of the alley, approaching Cabot and the other and smacking them senseless before they could say a word.
Then he moved in. He took the satisfaction of dragging the unconscious blonde to the truck and tossing her in unceremoniously. Ace and Hotshot followed less than a minute later.
"Hurry up," he called. So far, the attack and kidnapping was going perfectly and he didn't want to give it the chance to go wrong.
Once the other had been put into the truck and the door closed, they returned to the front. He almost laughed with excitement and instead channeled the feelings into stomping the gas peddle.
"Cabot, Cabot, Cabot," he sighed. He licked his lips, thinking of all the things he had in store for her and her friend.

He hadn't known what had hit him. The expression was overused, but in George's case, it wasn't even an expression. He meant it literally.
He groaned from his new spot on the ground, squeezing his eyes shut against the pounding in his head and back. "Alex?" he croaked. "Alex, can you hear me? Are you there?"
"Shut it," a male voice snarled. George somehow managed to blink his eyes open and see the two- or four?- men looming above him. Their figures were so blurry, though, that he couldn't make out any identifying features at all. He blinked rapidly and the four men became two. I must have one hell of a concussion, George thought vaguely. Double vision is never a good sign. And I haven't needed glasses in years so they shouldn't be blurry.
"Alex," he whispered anyway. Fear and protectiveness rose inside him as his brain pieced things together. "Where is she? What did you do to her?" he demanded of their attackers.
"Same thing we did to you. Now shut up. You're coming with us and you won't make a sound if you value your life and hers," one of the men said.
"What-" George began.
But then the men were dragging him and a helpless groan escaped him. His head was going to explode, his ribs were cracked and they were jarring with every torturous breath-
He was slammed into the back of a truck, so roughly it made his vision go black for several seconds and his eyes slid shut. When he finally managed to get them open, the truck was moving. He turned his head to the side, biting his lip, and caught sight of Alex. She was just as bad as he was, maybe even worse, because she was unconscious or, at best, semi-conscious. At least he was awake and mostly coherent.
"Alex," he whispered, crawling towards her. Pain exploded in his head again, but he managed to work through it. He inched towards her until finally, he was right beside her. He shook her shoulder. "Alex, please, you have to wake up-"
The truck hit a bump. George gasped, feeling nausea overwhelm him, not from carsickness but the concussion. He turned to the side and vomited, panting and groaning in pain, head swimming. The room tipped and spun around him. "Oh, fuck," he gasped weakly. He never cursed, but he felt the situation more than justified it.
George closed his eyes, fatigued. He hadn't had much sleep the night before and his injuries weren't helping any. He knew he shouldn't sleep, not only because of the medical danger involved but also because of the situation itself. He needed to be able to see where they were going, needed to be able to fight and, if worst came to worst, tend to any more injuries they may acquire when the men did whatever it was they wanted to do. He needed to stay awake and alert.
But telling himself that only worked for so long before his eyes closed involuntarily and darkness overwhelmed him, tugged him into its depths. He continued to fight it, but knew it was a losing battle and he was only delaying the inevitable.
Alex, he said silently as consciousness started to slip away. Hold on…
He barely understood what was happening or why, but he knew that somehow, in less than five minutes, they'd gone from carefree and at the top of the world to potentially facing their last minutes alive. He also knew that there was a significant chance they'd never see anyone they cared about again.
Faces swam in front of him. His lover, his sister, his friends.
Mike… Gracie… Olivia… Casey…
Another bump jostled his body, he cried out briefly as the pain overwhelmed him, and then- nothingness.
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