Chapter 3: Hurricane Alex
The next day Olivia picked up her rental car, a black Dodge Charger, once that was done Liv called Cragen to check in. Then she drove to the station,
Jane was waiting for Olivia at her desk with a sticky bun and a cup of hot coffee,
"Morning," Olivia said.
"Morning." Jane replied with a small smile.
"So, has the autopsy report come back on Nyssa Mitchell?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah, Jane said, her pleasant mood suddenly soured, but she remained professional.
"Maura said that the COD was the .223 round in Nyssa's skull, our Firearms Tech says the bullet came from a Remington AR-X7 sniper rifle, a high-end precision rifle that only military personnel and the uber rich have access to." Jane says.
"Was Nyssa a pro?" Olivia asked,
Jane's head shot up and she narrowed her eyes at Olivia.
"What are you implying, Benson? That just because Nyssa, who was a dear friend of mine was a drug addict that she was also a prostitute too!?" Jane shouts angrily, tears forming in her eyes.
Olivia sighed, "Look Jane, I wasn't implying anything about your friend, it's just that in a lot of SVU cases like this drugs and the sex industry usually coincide," Olivia said comfortingly.
Jane and Olivia go to the home of Dameon Stevens and Pamela Reid, a couple who befriended Nyssa. Olivia stood behind the couch in Dameon and Pamela's living room,
"Can you answer a few questions for us?" Jane asks gently, remembering how Olivia talked to her earlier at the station,
"Sure, Detective Rizzoli," Pamela answered.
"Was Nyssa prostituting?" Jane asked.
Olivia watched as the couple exchanged a quick, worried glance with each other,
"Well?" Olivia said, crossing her arms and giving them her signature stare.
"She was, b-but only women," Pamela answers.
"Names, now." Jane barked.
"I only know a few: Nina Johnson, Julie Stevenson, and Monica Black."
"Who was Nyssa's pimp?" Olivia asked harshly.
"M-Manuel Ortega," Dameon stutters.
"Where's one of his warehouses or stash houses?" Olivia asks a moment later,
"114 East Park Street, northwest corner, building 21C." Pamela said, on the verge of tears,
"All right, we're going to check this all out, so for your sakes I really hope you're not giving us the runaround," Jane says, fixing Pamela with an icy glare.
"Hey Olivia," Jane said once the detectives were outside Pamela and Dameon's house,
"Yeah?" Olivia said, stopping in her tracks and turning on her heels to face the other brunette.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier, I... just never realized or expected Nyssa to be working as a prostitute." Jane said after she brought her left hand up to her face to wipe away the tears that she already knew were falling.
Olivia closed the short distance between her and Jane and captured her in a comforting embrace,
"It's going to be all right, Jane, we will rescue Marisol and take Ortega down." Olivia said confidently,
"H-how can you be so confident, Olivia? Jane asked over Olivia's right shoulder.
"I have faith in you as my partner, and in myself." Olivia replied.
Just then Jane's phone buzzed, it was her Brother Frankie,
"What's up, Frankie?" Jane says.
Olivia watches her partner as she took the call, she sees Jane nod her head before ending the call and slipping the phone back into her pocket. She then looks at Olivia,
"What's going on, Jane?" Olivia inquired.
"A woman named Alexandra Cabot is at the station and is demanding to see you,"
"Oh no," Olivia said, clearly upset now,
"Who is she?" Jane asked.
"My Ex I told you about," Olivia replied.
Olivia and Jane make their way back to the station, the two brunettes enter the squad room and find Alex chewing Korsak and Frankie out about who she is and what she can do to their careers.
"Alex," Olivia snapped, bringing Alex out of her rant,
"Liv," the blonde attorney said after looking up at Olivia.
"What are you doing here?" Olivia asked, obviously unhappy to be seeing her former love interest.
"I came to see you, I was thinking that-." Alex said, but Olivia cut her off.
"Again, why are you here, Alex?" Olivia asked again,