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Gracie dropped by the other night to talk to Enrico. It's weird; I didn't realize until she pointed it out that he has been living with me. I want to ask him if he just wants to make it official and have done with it, but I know that officiality scares the wits out of him. He's worried about his sister. Considering the stories I've heard, it's not without good cause, but for some reason I don't think he'll have to worry about Falco. From what I can tell, he's a pretty good guy. I may have to speak to him about it, though. While I don't want to make life hard on him arbitrarily... this is my boyfriend's sister. Hm... may have to make a point to accidentally run into him later. |
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The whiteboard on Alex's door - the one that has read ' 'I'm back. First ( Private ) |
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((So, I'm back-dating this to Monday afternoon, because the computer is turned off, and that was when it all went down. Urgh, I hate being out of sequence. For all the gory details on my computer-less state, see my LJ.)) ( Private ) ( Voicemail to Enrico Acosta )
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(Yes, so! Four questions is how it works, people. Because I am hoping on the OOC meme train. You know the drill.) |
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Busy day today. I was late... pretty horribly late, actually, something like three hours? Thankfully, things are slow around here for the moment, otherwise I'd be screwed. I actually woke up naturally, which was nice. Not so nice was the mad dash to get showered, dressed, and all that stuff, in time to catch the nine o'clock subway. No such luck, however. I did stop for bagels and coffee because of it, though, so my loss is Casey's gain... I got a chocolate scone and a decaffeinated almond-lemon tea for her. It seemed like something she'd want, although what do pregnant women eat, anyway? Is she going to be craving something bizarre like sardines and peanut butter? I'd like a bit of warning, if so. Met up with Enrico in the park before work... it never ceases to surprise me how many sides there are to his personality, to him. I keep wondering what happened, to make him so self-damning. Hopefully knowing that I trust him will help him trust him, if that makes any sense. I also ran into Judge Ross in the courthouse, although thankfully not as literally as last time. I know at the time I thought she was acting strangely, and no wonder. The interns inform me that Steve Ross actually died. Way to stick your foot in your mouth, Cabot, you told her you wanted to know all the painful details of the duck's visit. Note to self - Topics to be avoided in polite conversation: Ex-spouses, dead ex-spouses, and unlucky porcelain animals. It seems I hit the trifecta. Lucky me. I am going to at least attempt a semblance of grace, even though I'm beginning to remember that my social skills are basically nonexsistant.
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Bleh. Today is just not a good day for legal work, I'm convinced. I've been staring at this page for the last fifteen minutes and I still have no idea what it says. This, my friends, is the pits. Plain and simple. I wonder if Jack would throw a hissy fit if I played hooky tommorow... Or maybe I'll just take an asprin, grin, and bear it. Today is, what? Monday? Four more days till the weekend. *sigh* I need more caffeine if I'm going to make any sort of dent in this paperwork.
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Falco, you do realize that I basically own your soul now, right? You owe me big time, Duke Duckie. I mean like, 'sold your soul to the boss' big time. Do you even know how many cracks I've gotten about "The Crown Jewels?" ::shudders:: Other than that the evening was... well, I was going to say fun, but that's not strictly correct. I'll settle for interesting. Somewhat of a fiasco, but then, what did we expect with two judges, three prosecutors, a defense attorney, and a cop? Certainly not civilized company, but amusement at the very least. And, I am happy to note, I escaped from the duck unscathed once again.
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Alex was tired when she finally got back to her office that afternoon. She had been tied up all day with other matters - there was a host of other cases to try and other business to attend to. She dropped into the deep leather chair with a sigh at her aching muscles. Noting that her answering machine was blinking - nothing new - she pressed the button to play the messages. The first was from Steele, he wanted her to take over one of her cases. She groaned and pulled her hair up off of her shoulders. The second was from her neighbor, asking if she would pick her up some lettuce on her way home. Alex made a note to humor the sweet older woman and stop at the bodega near her apartment. The third was from Casey. Alex, we lost jurisdiction of the case. I'll give you the details later Alex froze. Her glasses dropped to the floor. And then, the shock broken, she slammed her hand against her desk so hard that it stung. She didn't care. "Fuck!" The case had gone to shit. When had that happened? She practically threw her books around the office, trying to sift through them for something, anything that could get them out of this mess. How could Casey have let this happen? Alex glowered and sent a scathing glare at the other woman's office, dark for the night. "She'd better have a damned good excuse."
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( E-mail to Olivia Benson ) ( E-mail to Enrico Acosta )
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( Private Entry - Saturday Night ) ( Private Entry - Monday Morning )
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( Collision Course: Log )
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I heard a song on the radio a moment ago. It was appropriate, I thought. A nice song, though. I'm getting a copy of the CD sometime. Pale like the silhouettes of the trees Late blooming flowers lie frozen underneath the stars I want you to remember me that way Far away I'll be gone Will you wait for me here? How long? I don't know But wait for me here Still as the river grows in December Silent and perfect blinding ice Spring keeps her promises No cold can keep her back I want you to remember me that way Far away I'll be gone Will you wait for me here? How long? I don't know But wait for me here Follow? Don't follow me to where I've gone Someday you'll take my place And I'll wait for you here
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So, I plead out the Yashida case today. Langan has agreed to murder two and sexual assault three in exchange for his client's transfer to prison in Japan.
Good work, detectives. But next time, try to get me some more concrete evidence, hmm? I would've liked to have nailed her for murder one and put her away for life. I know, though, that this case was crap as far as witnesses and forensics went. And at least we got her. ( Yashida Trial, Sentencing )
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Jack, I'm doing fine. Other than pleading out the Yashida case tommorow I've got nothing big going on. Sorry it took so long to get to you - technical glitches, and all of that. Take care. - A
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::She kicked the door in pent up frustration, and confusion. The grandfather clock in the hallway tolled noon - her lunch hour. Instead of putting her things away and heading to the break room, however, she slid off her pumps, what she calls "court shoes". She pulled on a pair of more comfortable sneakers that clashed with her straight-cut trousers and silk blouse, but it didn't much matter to her at that moment. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she scribbled a note on the whiteboard and headed out of Hogan Place, towards the park:: A note on the white-board on Alex's office door: ~AC ( Private )
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My mother called today to inform me that in four days, I will be turning thirty-two. Funnily, enough, I had forgotten - partly because I've been busy lately and partly because for the last two years I've been "celebrating", if it can be called that, on January 17th. I never thought Alex would be getting older. Alex was dead. It was more than I ever dared to hope for that she would come back to life, that she would live to see another year. And... she has. I have. And that's the greatest gift I could ever receive.
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