So I've written the very last chap of the fic, I just don't know when it will be happening. I've gotta feel the case out and get them through some shippy-fluff-stuff. YAY!! Sigh, I really do <3 Serena... Here's chap 10! It's kind of short, but Chap 11 will be longer, I promise.
Please read, enjoy, respond!!
Title: First Impressions
Diclaimer: Only own my Alex, Serena unfortunately isn't mine *sniffle*
The two of them, new theory in tow, sat down in the conference room they had been given and thought about their next step. They knew they would have to take the sketch to the victims, to get their opinion and possibly get them to strengthen the description. Alex broke the silence, “So shall we go show the victims the sketch?”
Serena nodded, “Yeah, I can’t help but think some of them are holding back on us.”
“You sure you’re not a detective, counselor?”
“Yes, I get paid more than you.”
“That’s a low blow counselor.”
“But an accurate one,” Serena teased Alex, enjoying the banter.
“What am I going to do with you? I mean, I’m supposed to be the immature one. You’re the boringly serious lawyer.”
“I’m insulted that you think lawyers are boring and serious.”
“Well the truth hurts, counselor,” Alex winked as Serena slapped her playfully.
The entire day was spent re-interviewing victims, showing them sketches and getting descriptions. By the end of the day they had a sketch that, according to a grinning Serena, was an eerie likeness to Alex. “So I look like a serial rapist? You think your girlfriend looks like a serial rapist…I’m insulted.”
“Come on sweetheart, it’s just that the sketch is so general: short hair, brown eyes, she’s white. That’s half of the lesbians in New York, I mean, how does this narrow it down?”
“That’s why eyewitnesses and victims are so unhelpful; I’d rather work a case without them because evidence doesn’t see prejudices. That could come off wrong, huh?”
“Yeah, it definitely could but I get what you’re saying. That evidence is black and white but victims and witnesses see all sorts of gray.”
“Exactly, I can see why you got into law school.”
“I can see why you got into law enforcement,” Serena teased Alex, who pushed her up against the car, “problem, officer?”
“Just debating on handcuffing you here and taking you home or taking you home then handcuffing you; and it’s detective, counselor.”
“Oh, do forgive me; I get giddy around women carrying firearms.”
“Did you just say giddy? No one says giddy anymore Serena,” Alex walked around the car and climbed in, “and I was so impressed earlier…”
“Oh and now you aren’t?”
“No, not really.”
“Well I’ll just have to change that detective. I’ll make you see the light.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.”
After returning to the precinct and putting the sketches onto a white board that had been given to them for their work, Alex and Serena packed up and headed out for the day. “This case is so depressing, I can’t imagine doing this everyday full-time,” Serena was sprawled out on the couch, wrapped in Alex’s arms, “how do you do this?”
“I think moments like this help alot; you know, just being able to go home and having some there waiting for you who is there to comfort you if you need it and love you even when you don’t want to talk about it. Someone who understands you and respects you but doesn’t ask too many questions about work,” Alex stopped, looking at Serena’s golden locks lying across her chest, “I’m just lucky I found her.”
Serena smiled at the realization that Alex had just placed her in a very important spot in Alex’s life, “Yeah, you are lucky; but not half as lucky as she is for having you in her life.”