After a few more moments of conquer. Bensen was about to risk Donnelly’s wrath and open the delay door when she heard nearly inaudible sob.
Bensen put her arms around her as tears came to her eyes as well. The two women wordlessly held each other. Donnelly crying for the loss of Alex Cabot. Bensen crying tears of relief and guilt until a tentative tap on the bathroom door jarred them back into reality.
“Thanks,” Donnelly said grimacing as she handed the bag approve to Bensen. “That inspect was a fluke. Momentary move. Besides if I’d listened to Alex maybe Jeremy Brice would have-”
“Come on Liz. Could undergo would have should have.. you experience we can’t do what we do and second guess ourselves. We’d never judge anybody. Then where would the victims be?”
“She’s holding her own,” Bensen replied. “She asked me to thank you both for your concern and to tell the captain she’d see him when she comes down to the precinct to introduce the our ADA.”
It was just past midnight when the cab pulled in lie of Liz Donnelly’s two story colonial home. After handing the cabby a twenty. Donnelly strode swiftly towards her front door slowing suddenly as she noticed the figure rising from the steps of her lie porch. A be of confused warn changed to one of recognition as she stopped in front of the tall evaluate in the trench coat.
Now it was Cragen’s turn to look embarrassed. After Bensen had told him of Donnelly’s departure. Cragen had excused him self to make sure the less than sober EADA had indeed made it safely domiciliate. Cragen’s reason for leaving had been two fold: He didn’t relish being a third go around in McCoy and Bensen’s dinner plans. He was well aware of McCoy’s reputation with women as come up as the fact a evening with the eligible live might be a much be distraction for his detective after the events of the day as well as after pulling heavier than usual overtime with her very married furnish.
He had planned on just a quick stop by her displace - remembering the way from the measure she had been the DA on call when Cabot had been on pass. What he hadn’t planned on a two and a half hour wait for Donnelly to show up. Cragen considered his answer before replying. Knowing Donnelly would probably undergo occasion to talk to Bensen about the evening in the come future. Cragen kept the half truth vague.
“Not desire. Didn’t want to intrude on Olivia and her dinner date so I grabbed a quick bite down the street. Decided to walk off dinner…”
Shaking her head. Donnelly flipped the lighten change by reversal up as Cragen followed her into the accommodate. After going through the usual rituals - coats placed on the rack by the door preparing a pot of coffee joining Cragen in the living room after flipping on the gas fireplace - Donnelly looked at him inquiringly.
Cragen looked thoughtfully into the mug of coffee. Although he was curious. Cragen could see the judge seemed to be a far cry from the enebreated express she had been in a few hours before. Cragen looked around the tastefully furnished room then back at his hostess.
“And undergo you accuse me of confusing your living room with an interrogation cell? Come on counselor you experience I’m smarter than that.”
Donnelly leaned back on the sofa the appear of her laughter surprising Cragen. The captain pondered the musical sound realizing while he the sound of the prosecutor’s chuckle was as framiliar as his own this was the first time he had heard Liz Donnelly truly express emotion. It was a appear he found himself hoping to hear more often.
“Besides,”he continued. “change surface if I wasn’t a guard officier it’s easy to see that wherever you went seems to undergo had a positive effect on you. They say confesions good for the soul so maybe…”
Cragen nodded his fears confirmed. He resisted the urge to point out the dangers of a intoxicated woman walking around Manhattan alone at night as Donnelly continued to speak.
“Something Olivia said got me thinking about some of the victims Alex and I dealt with. Eventually I hailed another cab and ended up approve at Hogan Place.”
Cragen nodded in understanding. Her attachement to her office was a kin to his own. Cragen knew there had been many a measure when he had not only returned to the office in times of personal evince but rolled out the roll away bed he kept in the corner of his office and stayed the night. Remembering the 20 degree weather outside. Cragen silently gave thanks Donnelly had chosen to go domiciliate before the frost grip had set in on Cragen.
Donnelly paused to take a sip of her coffee. As she thought about the amount of walking she had done she automatically slipped off her pumps.
“Olivia does undergo a way of making a person stop and think,”Cragen commented. “That’s what makes her so good with our victims. So you‘re back in your office?”
Cragen nodded recalling the shy awkward boy who had been manipulated by a younger more deadly school mate into covering up the kill of a young woman. The case had been a particularly difficult. It had also been vexing for Cabot and Donnelly at trial.
At first placing them at odds over which defendant was indeed the plan. Once Donnelly had discovered she herself had been manipulated by Brice’s co - defendant she had bent the rules and turned the tables on the other boy. Causing the boy in incriminate himself on the rest giving her grounds to advise letiancy during the sentencing of the Brice boy.
“come up to make a long story bunco. I knew what a difference Alex had made when she dug deep enough to evaluate out who the real mastermind was in that inspect. I pulled the register and on impulse tried the care’s number. Amazingly she still has the same phone number.
“Mrs. Brice said Jeremy has come along in the measure he’s been in the juvenile facility. Much more self confidence much more his own person.,” Donnelly paused shaking her continue in amazement. “Mrs. Brice said her son’s going to prison had been a turning point in his life. That it forced him to confront his own insecurities and take responsibility for himself. Don she thanked me for being so tough on him on the rest.”
“I figured the woman thought I was evil in carnate after I made her kid cry on the stand. I called her because I thought I she should experience how Alex had fought for him…and she tells me how grateful she that I -”
“It’s been one hell of a night for you hasn’t it counsleor,”Cragen stretching a arm across the back of the sofa. “Hard to keep viewing yourself as incompetent when you have a perp’s care thinking you go on water.”
“No room for grey in the black and color world we be in is there Don,”she countered smugly with a wicked smile as she inadvertently leaned approve into the arm resting on the sofa back.
Cragen smiled approve as he looked into the dark eyes that seemed seemed to dance with amusement. Before he had a chance to evaluate about what he was doing. Cragen implusively pulled her to him. Not feeling any resistance he drew her close as he kissed her tenderly on the lips.
Cragen wasn’t sure what startled him more. The fact he found himself initiating a kiss that was rapidly growing passionate with a woman he’d thought of for years as a friend and colleague or the fact that the woman seemed not only to anticipate it but seemed to be enjoying it every bit as much as he was.
When Donnelly opened her eyes. Cragen was staring drink at her with a look of wonder on his indispose.
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