Juliet and Juliet?

Chapter 6

The 11th floor was home to both Executive Assistant District Attorney's serving all five boroughs of the State of New York. There were four offices located on this floor. The lay out was similar to that of the 9th floor, largely due to the design of the building.

As they stood in the empty hallway Olivia took in her surroundings and frowned. This wasn't good, the 'L' shaped hallway meant another brick wall around the corner. They needed to get out of the building. Olivia had decided moving to the 11th floor was their best option in the 'buying time' game they were now forced to play. She needed to establish some sort of communication with the Tact Team and find out what was going on and possibly arrange a roof rescue.

An idea struck her and she looked at Alex, "You know this building better than me, do all the offices have reinforced windows?" Alex looked at her, "Just because I work here doesn't mean I have the blueprints embedded in my brain Liv," she used her nickname to take the sting out of her words. She'd been quiet too long and Olivia had insisted on silence as they ascended the stairs. The cracks in her cool facade were beginning to show.

Olivia just stared at her and ran her hand through her hair. She walked away from Alex and stepped into the nearest office. She took her cellphone out of her coat pocket and switched it on. As she watched the network logo flash on her Blackberry, she noticed the brass name plate, 'EADA Michael Cutter,' on the desk she was about to perch on.

As she dialed her voicemail she began to list everything she knew, 'Tact Team intercepted, probably dead, 3 shots. Wouldn't it be a 4 man team deployed, maybe I didn't hear it cos of the fire alarm, maybe Connors is one of the Tact Team...nah, that's impossible,' she paused her thinking to consider that possibility, 'They would be in full tactical assault fatigues including goggles and helmet, they'd all look the same...' she furrowed her brow and bit the inside of her cheek, 'Nah-'she stopped as she retrieved her voicemail.6: Interlude

The 11th floor was home to both Executive Assistant District Attorney's serving all five boroughs of the State of New York. There were four offices located on this floor. The lay out was similar to that of the 9th floor, largely due to the design of the building.

As they stood in the empty hallway Olivia took in her surroundings and frowned. This wasn't good, the 'L' shaped hallway meant another brick wall around the corner. They needed to get out of the building. Olivia had decided moving to the 11th floor was their best option in the 'buying time' game they were now forced to play. She needed to establish some sort of communication with the Tact Team and find out what was going on and possibly arrange a roof rescue.

An idea struck her and she looked at Alex, "You know this building better than me, do all the offices have reinforced windows?"

Alex looked at her, "Just because I work here doesn't mean I have the blueprints embedded in my brain Liv," she used her nickname to take the sting out of her words. She'd been quiet too long and Olivia had insisted on silence as they ascended the stairs. The cracks in her cool facade were beginning to show.

Olivia just stared at her and ran her hand through her hair. She walked away from Alex and stepped into the nearest office. She took her cellphone out of her coat pocket and switched it on. As she watched the network logo flash on her Blackberry, she noticed the brass name plate, 'EADA Michael Cutter,' on the desk she was about to perch on.

As she dialed her voicemail she began to list everything she knew, 'Tact Team intercepted, probably dead, 3 shots. Wouldn't it be a 4 man team deployed, maybe I didn't hear it cos of the fire alarm, maybe Connors is one of the Tact Team...nah, that's impossible,' she paused her thinking to consider that possibility, 'They would be in full tactical assault fatigues including goggles and helmet, they'd all look the same...' she furrowed her brow and bit the inside of her cheek, 'Nah-'she stopped as she retrieved her voicemail.

"You have 14 new messages and 3 saved messages. New messages.." the electronic operator informed her.

She listened as Elliot Stabler left message after message asking her to call him, that he was on his way over. She stopped the playback and hit her speed dial. He answered on the first ring.

"Liv, where the Hell are you?" He sounded relieved.

She could hear the background noise coming through the phone and knew he was outside somewhere, "We're on the 11th floor. I think the Tact Team's been taken out and I heard someone open the door on '9'," she continued before he could interrupt, "The elevator is on '7' and I can't take the stairs. I was considering the roof as an option. What's going on out there?" she said watching Alex enter the office and slide into the visitor's chair. As she listened to Elliot relaying everything he knew her eyes never left Alex.

Despite the stress and imminent danger they were both facing the ADA looked immaculate. Her charcoal gray pant suit was only slightly creased, her white silk blouse sat perfectly at the collar and there wasn't a single blond hair out of place.

She looked down at Alex's shoes, she had noticed them earlier, had been relieved to see her wearing comfortable, stylish shoes as opposed to precarious heels. That would have brought a different set of problems. 'Running in heels,' Olivia shuddered at the thought and past memories of many foot baths to soothe her aching feet after hours in heels whilst undercover. She cast a glance at her own practical boots and smiled.

"Did you hear me Liv?" Elliot's voice brought her back.

"Security camera's are down, elevator's out of action and we can't go down the stairs. Is there a plan?" She had repeated this aloud to let Alex know she wasn't hiding anything from her, that she trusted her.

Alex looked up at her, concern etched on her face. Olivia was concentrating, Alex could just imagine the cogs of her brain turning everything over.

"Okay, I'll keep my cell on silent. We'll head up to the roof, shouldn't take more than a few minutes," she ended the call and moved to sit on the chair next to Alex.

Alex turned to face her, "The roof? There's no helipad on the roof Liv and what happens then, they storm the building looking for Connors?" she raised both eyebrows questioningly.

Olivia smirked, "Pretty much, though, you missed the part where we abseil down the building," she said watching Alex's face contort in disbelief. She reached over and patted her arm, "Relax Cabot, I'm yanking your chain, they'll airlift us off."

Alex punched her arm playfully as she stood up, "I need to pee," she announced and walked to the other side of the office where an en suite bathroom was located.

Before she got to the door she turned to find Olivia watching her, a look of disbelief on her face. She smiled, 'Cabot 1 Benson 0' she thought. She walked back towards Olivia and stopped directly in front of her, "Problem Benson?" knowing exactly what was wrong with the Detective.

Olivia just stared at her, "Did Alex Cabot just say she 'needs to pee'?" she looked to the blond for confirmation.

Alex smiled and placed both hands om Olivia's leather clad shoulders, she leaned in closer, "Even the ice princess has to thaw sometimes Detective."

Olivia shook her head, "Holy shit...Alex Cabot is human," she snickered.