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"Tell me again why I'm packin' this heavy ass box around?" Alex grabbed a Kleenex off the desk and quickly wiped the tears off her face as Munch and Fin entered the room, each burdened with a rather heavy looking wooden crate. They set the boxes on an empty desk.

"Find out anything?" Stabler asked, eyeing the crates.

"A little," Munch said, glancing at each of them in turn. He looked slightly apprehensive. "Where's the big guy?" Stabler nodded toward the break room. "He should probably hear this; I'd rather not have to say it twice." He didn't look like he wanted to say it once. Alex started to get to her feet, but Olivia patted her on the shoulder.

"I'll get him." Alex sank back into the uncomfortable desk chair with a sigh. What she wouldn't give for a few hours at home in her bed. She felt like she'd been hit by a bus.

"So, what is this stuff, Detective?" Sledge asked, picking up a long, silver and black dagger from out of the first box. He tested the edge on his thumb. It didn't seem to be very sharp. Munch took it from him and put it back.

"Witch tools," Munch said. "Alex is going to need them to put this curse to rest."

"Me?" she asked, sure that she hadn't heard him correctly. "How can I - I'm not a witch." Munch sighed and leaned against the edge of the desk.

"No, but - "

"No, please!" The sound of glass hitting the floor filled the silence like a small explosion. Alex leaped to her feet and ran down the hall, stopping dead in the doorway of the break room.

Olivia lay on her back on the table, her dark red blouse open to reveal a silky, pale pink bra, her legs locked around Bobby's waist as they ground against each other through their jeans. The look in her eyes was one of pure terror as she watched her own hands unbutton Bobby's shirt. Alex's heart caught in her throat. She could taste Olivia's fear as if it was her own.

Stabler shoved past her. She grabbed him by the arm and tried to jerk him back, but was satisfied just to stop him moving forward.

"Don't touch them!" she commanded. He gave her a 'What the hell is wrong with you?' look. "It's contagious," she explained. "You'll be overcome by the curse as well." He swallowed hard and took a step back.

"We can't just let him rape her!" Stabler hissed.

"This isn't his fault!" she hissed back. "It should only last a few seconds; I was still able to fight it just ten minutes ago. It'll stop." Please let it stop, she begged.

"It's not stopping," Sledge said after a moment. Alex had forgotten the rest of them were watching, too. She turned on them.

"All right you guys, get out," she said. "If we need your help, we'll let you know." They filed back up the hallway and Alex shut the door. She turned back around to find Stabler getting ready to whack Bobby with a wooden broom handle. "Don't you dare!" she shouted, leaping forward and grabbing the rod with both hands as he started to swing. He nearly lifted her off the ground, but she didn't let go. "You are not going to beat him with a stick like some - "

"Do it!" Bobby interrupted, his voice hoarse and strained. "Do it. This is different, Alex, I can't fight it ... It's not going to stop." He looked down at Olivia, right into her panicked eyes, and Alex felt a stab of jealousy. He had kept his eyes averted with her. "I can't - I won't ... do ... this," he ground out between his teeth. A complex string of emotions played across Olivia's face, most of them variations of pain, fear and sorrow.

"It's - it's okay," she told him, but she flinched as his hands unbuttoned her jeans and slid down over her thighs. She glanced at Alex, but not at her partner. "Could you two give us a little privacy?" Alex didn't move, Stabler looked at her like he'd just been shot, and Bobby laughed.

"You can't ... lie to me, Detective Benson," Bobby said to her, then raised his voice. "Do what you have to. I'm not - not worth any more ... sacrifices." He lifted Olivia's lower body off the table while she worked her jeans down. "Hurry!" Stabler adjusted his grip on the broom handle.

"Hang on," she told him, "I just thought of something. He's not consciously doing this. I don't think beating him senseless will have any effect."

"It'll make me feel better," Stabler said, but he tossed the rod into the corner. "So, what now?" Alex turned away, unable to watch and think clearly at the same time.

"It is power,� she said, �power enough to control two, but what happens when you spread that power out over four? It�s not as strong, right? We�d be able to fight it.�

�I�m not following,� Stabler said and Alex rolled her eyes. She�d almost forgotten what it was like to work with �normal� people, how you had to practically spell out every damn thing. God, she missed Bobby.

�Look, when I say, you just grab your partner. Focus on pulling her free; don�t think about anything else, just get her out. I�ll do the same with Bobby.� Finally, he seemed to get it.

�Once she�s ... away from him, it�s going to turn back on you.� Alex shrugged.

�Just ... you know, don�t hang around. I�d rather not have an audience.� He regarded her for a moment, then nodded slowly.

�Thanks,� he said. She�d have liked to spout some altruistic crap about duty and friendship, but her mouth was too dry to speak. She watched Bobby and Olivia bump and grind and struggle with her jeans for another moment, then Olivia�s legs released their hold on his waist and he took a small step backward, his hands sliding down her bare skin as he stripped her pants off. It was probably the best chance they were going to get.

�Now,� Alex said, stepping into her partner. She didn�t really expect to be able to move the mountain, but if she could distract it long enough for Stabler to get Olivia away, that would be good enough. She planted both hands in the middle of his bare chest and shoved, feeling his firm, hot flesh for only a moment before the incubus coursed though her like a bolt of lightning. For a split second, she was floating in a white vacuum, no sound, no smells, no sensations of any kind.

So, this is what death is likei. But even before she could finish the thought, a sharp pain bit into her side, bringing her back with a gasp, which turned the pain into a burning fire from her armpit to her hip. She experienced a moment of sensory overload as everything tried to register at once: the edge of the counter digging into her ribs, Bobby's strong arms wrapped around her, the manly smells of musk and sweat, the rapid double beat of his heart against her cheek.

She drew another pained breath and had to push him away, just enough to take the pressure off her side. Straightening up hurt; she probably cracked a rib, although she couldn't remember how. She glanced around, at the shards of broken glass, the coffee spilled on the floor, Olivia and Stabler lying in a tangle of limbs next to the table, seemingly unconscious, and then up at Bobby.

As she met his eyes, the incubus whispered through her, nothing she couldn't resist, but enough of a suggestion to make her heart skip and her cheeks burn. She lowered her gaze, and found herself staring at his lips. They parted slightly, the tip of his tongue sliding ever so slowly across his lower lip. He bent toward her, then pulled back, hesitant. Rising onto her toes, she narrowed the distance, and felt him tense. Her heart jumped into her throat. Had she made a mistake?

His arms tightened around her slight figure and he leaned down, his lips hovering above her hers, then touching, gentle, fleeting, tasting, retreating, then back again, so soft, warm, not teasing, just ... savoring. His hands glided up her arms, one finding a place at the back of her neck, the other cupping her cheek, his thumb caressing the line of her jaw, so possessive, so in control, and she surrendered to him. When he finally kissed her, her soul sighed, content at last.

Someone groaned. It wasn�t her, and it didn�t sound like him, though she was tempted to groan herself when he pulled away. She had to lean back against the counter as he let go, not sure if she could trust her knees to do their job. Once she was sure she wasn�t going to embarrass herself by collapsing into the puddle of spilled coffee, she glanced over at Stabler and Olivia, trying to figure out which one had made that ill-timed sound - and which one she was going to have to shoot for it.

It was Stabler. He lay on his back, a barely clothed Olivia on top of him, her cheek resting against his shoulder. She was still out by the looks of it. He stared up at the ceiling, and Alex could only imagine what had to be running through his mind. She wanted to go over and help him out, poor guy, but she wasn�t ready to tempt fate by trying to walk any time soon.

He eased his partner off of him, cradling her head in the crook of his arm as he rolled her onto her back on the floor beside him. Alex felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as his eyes traveled the length of Olivia�s body - a typical male thing to do - but the look of innocent wonder on his face stilled the cynic in her. It was like watching someone appreciate a fine work of art. He could see her, the rich, warm tone of her skin, the pale pink of her underwear, the curve of her hip, the light, the shadow, the beauty, all without her being a sexual object.

It didn�t last, of course, and his neck flushed scarlet as he began fumbling with her clothes, trying to cover her. Alex took a sideways step along the counter, just in case, and when her knees only wobbled a little, she crossed the room, carefully skirting the remains of the glass coffee carafe. Bobby, genius that he was, stayed put.

Stabler glanced up as she approached, and the shame in his eyes was painful to see. He turned away as she knelt beside them, mumbling something she couldn�t catch, nor cared to hear.

�Detective Stabler,� she said, then, �Elliot.� She had to repeat his name a third time before he shut up and looked at her. �Are you okay?� He nodded slowly.

�A little dizzy.� Cop eyes gave her a once over. �Are you .. okay?� The scowl returned as he glanced over at Bobby, and then began tugging Olivia�s jeans back up.

�I�m fine,� she said. �We both are. Whatever this was, it stopped once we separated them.� She reached out and helped him finish dressing his partner, then took Olivia�s wrist, feeling for a pulse. The beat was strong and steady, as if she was just sleeping.

�Is she ... ?� Elliot asked, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair out of Olivia�s face.

�I think she�s fine,� Alex said, �but if she doesn�t wake up soon, maybe we should call for a bus. There�s no telling - � Something on the floor under the table caught her eye, a wisp of shadow that danced over the faded tiles as she reached for it. Her fingers closed on something soft and light as air. A feather. A black feather. �Goren, what do you make of this?� she asked, holding it up.

�Don�t touch that!� he shouted. Startled, she let go, watching it float slowly to the floor and lay still.

�Did I miss something?� Elliot asked as Bobby rummaged through the cupboards above the sink.

�You and me both,� Alex replied. Her partner came barreling across the room, a new, white coffee filter in his hand. He got down on his hands and knees and laid the edge of the filter against the floor. She couldn�t take her eyes off of him as he pursed his lips and blew the almost downy feather onto the paper. His close proximity was making her want to kiss him again. She clenched her jaw and ignored it. Bobby carefully lifted the filter and it�s apparently precious cargo up into the center of the table. �Bobby,� Alex said, a slight frown on her face, �what the hell is going on?�

�I got a better question,� Elliot said, still hovering protectively over his partner. �How could you let this happen? You had to know you were dangerous; why didn�t you go back to your cell where you couldn�t hurt anyone?� He looked down at Olivia. �How could you do this?�

�This wasn�t me - this wasn�t it, I�m not - not yet ...� Alex felt her breath catch in her throat as he lifted his eyes to her face, then reached up and rubbed the back of his hand along her cheek, exciting a thrill of pleasure in her that she hadn�t expected. She raised her hand to his, her fingers sliding up his palm. The touch was electric, but she forced herself to break away. He took his hand back and then reached for Olivia�s bare arm.

�Don�t you dare,� Elliot hissed, pulling his weapon. Instinct found her hand on her own piece, but common sense made her leave it in its holster. You did not draw on a fellow cop. Apparently, Elliot missed that memo. His weapon was trained unwaveringly on Bobby�s forehead.

�Put. It. Down,� Alex said through her teeth.

�Get back," Elliot said, ignoring her. Bobby didn't move. He had that detached look in his eye, the one he got when he was observing something. She used to glance up from her paperwork and find him looking at her like that, as if he were trying to memorize her face. It didn't happen so much anymore; maybe she wasn't as interesting as she used to be.

"I'm not going to hurt her," Bobby said quietly, turning his attention to Olivia. "I have to see - to know - Eames might just be resistant - I can't risk ... this happening again." When he ran his thought together like that, it was a sure sign of something big in the wind. Usually, it meant he was close to solving some puzzle, just one stroke away from connecting the last dots, but she'd noticed that it occasionally happened when he was tired, or rattled by a suspect ... or about to do something really stupid. "Just three seconds," he said. "Anything happens - you can shoot me."

Bobby began to reach for Olivia again. Alex watched Elliot's finger tense as he started to squeeze the trigger. Gut reaction was to try and knock the gun out of his hand, but a man wound that tight, any sudden movement might set him off. She held her breath as Bobby's long, powerful fingers made contact with Olivia's wrist. One second: nothing happened. Two seconds: nothing. Three - Olivia stirred, a whispered moan escaping her lips as her eyelids fluttered open. Bobby pulled back. Elliot laid his weapon on the floor. In a rush, Alex released the breath she'd been holding.

"What - what - how - ?" Olivia said, grabbing the front of her partner's shirt as he helped her sit up. Her eyes, a little glassy and distant, roamed over Elliot's face, then Alex's, and finally found Bobby's. She looked at him, and then, like watching someone emerge from a tunnel into the sun, the memory came back to her. She scrambled away from him, and cried out when Elliot grabbed her forearm. He let go immediately, but when she saw it was him, she threw herself into his arms and buried her face against his shoulder. She was shaking, but Alex didn't think she was crying. Elliot held her, rocking her ever so slightly, speaking softly in her ear. Alex drew Bobby to the other side of the room.

"You want to explain to me about the feather?" she said. He had his head tilted to the left as he watched the two detectives, his face like an open wound; raw, aching.

"I did that," he whispered. Before Alex could respond with the now perfunctory 'It's not your fault.', he turned to her, his emotions closing down, presenting her with his pondering detective face and staring at the floor. "I entered the room, went to the coffee maker. I couldn't find a cup. Something on the table caught my eye - out of place ... strange - a feather, black, mostly down, a breast feather - crow or raven. Probably crow; ravens prefer more rural areas, country, woods, not parks. I picked - picked it up, and went cold, my whole body - just frozen. Couldn't move, might have been minutes, hours, then ... she came in. I tried - tried to warn her, but couldn't. She came over ... she touched my arm, and - and - and I - " He raised his eyes and captured her in his gaze. "It was so much worse; I couldn't fight at all. I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to stop this time - stop myself from ... " He trailed off and let the sentence hang unfinished between them. It seemed that a lot of things were being left unfinished tonight.

"Well, it's over now," Alex said briskly. She glanced at Elliot and Olivia. Olivia had stopped shaking and their embrace looked more relaxed, more for comfort than clinging for dear life. Elliot glanced at her, then at the door. She nodded. "Come on," she said to Bobby, "there's no telling what kind of trouble our friends are getting into without us."

"Your friends," he quietly corrected her as they headed for the door. "I have the feeling they don't like me very much right now."
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