Who We've Become

3| Presumed Guilty

Notes:

This chapter will not technically touch on the SVU episode itself... Barba isn't in it... merely mentioned.

Nick Amaro: Liv, it might be a better idea if me and Fin talk to the priest and you and Rollins pay a visit to your old pal D.A. Barba, show him that video.
Amanda Rollins: Well, we could, if he weren't skiing in Gstaad.
Olivia Benson: Gstaad? Really?

This episode is where the decision to have her family start a tradition of traveling to Gstaad came from. Jolie is my attempt to explain the yacht and how he affords his expensive suits on an ADA's salary... that and I like her.

"Is everything packed?" Rafael hurried passed her, dropping his briefcase off on the kitchen table.

Jolie casually sipped her coffee, watching him frantically check that he had everything he needed. "Should be."

"The kids have everything? The presents are packed? Did you get things squared away with building security?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Jolie stood to refill her cup as Rafael paused to actually look at her. "You're just temporarily transferring your open cases to another ADA, you do it every year, why are you so stressed?"

He turned his attention back to his briefcase. "The guy I'm leaving things with is a hack."

Jolie smirked at his grumbled response. "I think you just have issues not being in control of things."

"When it comes to work, yes." Rafael huffed.

Jolie poured coffee into a travel mug and handed it to him. "Drink this, drop off the files, and meet me back here with Bela and Abuelita in three hours."

His eyes widened as though he'd forgotten about picking the matriarchs of his family up. "Mami..."

Lucia had chosen abuela when Allison was first born, but once she got old enough to speak all her tiny little voice could manage was a rather unrefined Bela. Lucia would giggle every time the tiny two year old would reach her arms up calling for "the Bela" to pick her up and the name stuck. Allison had shortened Abuelita to Ita at the same age, but since Rafael never stopped using Abuelita the shortened form hadn't stuck. Much to Jolie's mother's dismay, her parents had been living with the titles Mimi and Papa since Allison had stopped putting the word the in front of everything.

"Raf, go. The plane is scheduled to leave at one, and while it may not leave without us, air traffic control doesn't appreciate it when you throw off their flight plans," Jolie chuckled, pushing him out of the kitchen, "and do not answer your phone for work."

Rafael grinned over his shoulder at her, "I like it when you're bossy." He gave her a quick kiss, smirking at her eye roll and left, leaving her to deal with their three children.

Two SUV's were used to move the large group and their luggage to the airport, the car service dropping them off on the tarmac. The flight crew helped the driver load the luggage while they made their way up the stairs to join the others who were already on board.

"Lucia. Catalina. It's good to see you." Annalise gave them each a hug as they passed, quickly giving her three grandchildren a hug at once. "You three get bigger each week."

"Cy does for sure." Cate smiled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Misael huffed, tugging the shirt Jolie had recently bought him down so that it sat where it was intended to.