Juliet and Juliet?

Chapter 1

Alex Cabot looked up as her office door was lightly knocked and a leather clad figured entered.

"Detective?"

Alex asked, placing the pen that had been resting on her bottom lip back on the notepad in front of her.
Olivia closed the door and silently walked to the visitors chair opposite the ADA's desk. She took note of the cluttered, yet apparently organized desk and looked directly at Alex.

"We got a call at the precinct, Riley O'Hara has put a hit out on you."

Olivia watched the face of the attorney closely for her reaction. There was none.

"He made three calls from Rikers to three different numbers. Offering $250k to the first too...."

She paused searching for the right word to use, not wanting to alarm Alex any further.

"To fulfill the contract." She finished.

Alex stared at her, no flicker of emotion, no registration of the statement just made or the implications. This was why she was known throughout the court house as the "Ice Princess". Olivia continued to watch her face... and then she saw it. Alex reached up to remove her glasses carefully, deliberately on the notepad beside the pen. Alex tucked in a few loose strands of her hair that had been dislodged from behind her ear. She looked down briefly at her glasses and then brought her eyes up to meet Olivia's.

"I'm not going back."

It was spoken quietly, almost a whisper, but spoken with conviction. Olivia leaned forwards in her chair and nodded her head.

"We've already got two of the contracts in custody, but O'Hara is well connected in the 'Guns for Hire' field. The two contracts are being interviewed at the precinct, there is no initial connection between them. Lucky for us ATF already had them tapped and gave us the heads up immediately. Olivia ran her right hand through her hair wishing that it was shorter. Times like these it seemed to be heavy on her head and made it hard to concentrate, not to mention chasing perps had a whole new dimension to is especially if the wind speed was up.

Alex watched the movement, she knew from all their years of working together, despite the gap due to her incarceration in the Witness Protection Plan, that when Olivia ran her right hand through her hair, she was stressed. Rarely did the detective expose the scar that ran along the side of her head, she always managed to carefully conceal it. For Olivia to be unguarded with this gesture meant this was bad, real bad.

"Have they been charged?" Alex asked, wondering which ADA was involved. Homicide was Connie Rubirosa's turf.
Olivia nodded and confirmed what Alex suspected, Connie would be prosecuting both cases. At least she could rely on her friend to make sure the cases were handled swiftly. Alex bobbed her head almost mechanically in response. She tilted her head to one side.

" What about the third suspect? Who was the third phone call to?"

Olivia swallowed nervously, disappointed with herself for the slight loss of control. All the way over from the 1-6 she had convinced herself to remain in control, show no outward signs of concern or worry when inside she was in nots and felt physically sick. She stood up and started pacing between the chair she had just vacated and the leather couch in the corner of the office.
Alex watched her anxious movements for a few moments then couldn't stand it any longer.

"Olivia stop it." She said briskly.

Olivia stopped abruptly and looked over at Alex who had risen from her chair and was now leaning against the desk.

"Liv, please sit down, after everything I've been through in the past five years a name isn't going to scare me. How bad can it be?" She said quietly.

Olivia walked up to the blonde ADA. She grasped Alex's hand lightly. Alex looked down at the hand resting lightly in hers and looked up into the brunettes face. Panic was rising quickly, she could feel her stomach tighten and flip. Until Alex grasped her hand back more firmly. They stood facing each other, their bodies almost touching. They stood there like that for a long moment, the silence in the room deafening. Alex was aware of the warmth of the hand she was holding and the emotions she could see swirling in the deep brown eyes before her. She squeezed the hand in her grasp.

"Liv, you're scaring me." she said, surprising herself at how steady her voice sounded.
Olivia took a deep breath and wished her increasingly sticky palm didn't betray the overwhelming worry that seemed to be oozing from every one of her pores.

"Sean Conners." Olivia says just barely a whisper.

Alex searched the recesses of her mind, the name meant nothing, no recognition. Nothing. She furrowed her eye brows in confusion.

Olivia watched the cobalt blue eyes and knew Alex was desperately trying to find some recognition for the name she had just spoken. She felt the thud of her heart in her chest as she gripped the hand she held just a little tighter.

She swallowed nervously. "He is Liam Conners brother."

Alex felt her jaw slacken and fear wash over her body. She was instantly transported back to the night in October of 2003 when Liam Conners had shot her and she had 'died'. She remembered the fourteen months she spent as 'Emily' in the Witness Protection Plan before facing him in court in 2005. She remembered the further two years she had spent as 'Caroline' before Valez was killed and it was deemed safe for her return to New York. She had lost so much, most of which she could never regain.

"Oh my God." Alex choked out.