FIC: A Most Unusual Request
Title: A Most Unusual Request
Author: Demona aka azraelz_angel
Rating: FR15 (mentions of a situation)
Crossover: BtVS / Law & Order: SVU
Pairing (if any): None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Law and Order: SVU belong to NBC, Dick Wolf, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Summary: Giles pays ADA Alex Cabot a visit with an unusual request.
Warning (if any): N/A
Author's notes (if any): Set after “Chosen” for BtVS and before “Loss“ L&O:SVU
Word Count: 636
Third Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge at twistedshorts.
ADA Alexandra Cabot looked up at the crisp knock on her open door. Her eyes came to rest on Rupert Giles, sadly a familiar face.
“May I come in Ms. Cabot?” he asked her, his voice pitched low and soothing with his British accent. He offered her a tried, forced smile.
“Of course, Mr. Giles,” she replied, closing the files on her desk and stacking them off to the side.
“Rupert, please,” he quickly corrected her as he stepped forward. “Mr. Giles makes me sound old and stuffy and apparently British,” he explained with a wry smile.
“All right, Rupert. Please have a seat. What can I do for you?” Alex conceded and gestured toward one of the chairs in front of her desk. He sat down and handed her one of the cups in his hand.
“Your secretary said it would be a good start to my conversation,” he explained as a slight blush stole over his features. He was a good-looking man, aging well with an athletic body despite his age. But Alex knew the Summers’ case was wearing hard on him. Hell, it was wearing hard on everyone in the State of New York, in the SVU office, hell even on herself. But they had caught the bastard and now Alex was going to make him pay.
“Thank you,” she finally said as she accepted the cup. She took a quick sniff and her eyebrows rose.
“She told me what to get you.”
“Well you certainly have my attention. What can I do for you?” She blew on the steaming coffee before taking a small sip. Her eyes slipped shut for a brief moment as the delicious brew slid over her tongue.
“To get right to the point, I’d like you to drop the charges against Roger Stevens,” he calmly explained.
“Excuse me?” Alex asked as she set her coffee down on her desk.
“You’ve got the wrong person.”
“Rupert, I know this has been especially difficult for you. Dealing with the death of loved ones is hard. But Mr. Stevens is responsible for the kidnapping, rape, torture, and ultimate death of the Summers sisters. His prints are all over the crime scene - witnesses put him there and the NYPD arrested him as he was fleeing the scene.”
“You have no idea what I’m going through. Buffy and Dawn were like daughters to me. And their deaths will not go unpunished, but Roger is not the responsible party. He was not at the scene except for when he came home to find two deceased bodies in his apartment.”
“Well where was he? Why hasn’t he offered up his alibi yet?”
“Because there is no way his alibi will hold up in court. It would not surprise me if his lawyer tried for a mental illness defense.”
“Mental illness?” Alex asked in shock.
“It will be the only way his alibi can be explained in court.”
“And what’s his alibi?” Alex had to ask as she folded her hands carefully over her desk. This had to be the first time in her career that a friend of the victim actually requested the charges be dropped on such a heinous crime.
Rupert Giles leaned back in his chair and took a small sip of his beverage. She could smell the tea from across her desk. He remained silent and she could sense the internal debate in his head. He set his tea down and took out a small handkerchief and began to clean his glasses. Finally he came to a decision and slipped his glasses back on his face. Looking up at her she was slightly taken back by the seriousness she saw in his eyes. Whatever Rupert was about to tell her he believed one hundred percent.
“Do you believe in demons, Ms. Cabot?”
Author: Demona aka azraelz_angel
Rating: FR15 (mentions of a situation)
Crossover: BtVS / Law & Order: SVU
Pairing (if any): None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Law and Order: SVU belong to NBC, Dick Wolf, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Summary: Giles pays ADA Alex Cabot a visit with an unusual request.
Warning (if any): N/A
Author's notes (if any): Set after “Chosen” for BtVS and before “Loss“ L&O:SVU
Word Count: 636
Third Entry in the August Fic-A-Day Challenge at twistedshorts.
ADA Alexandra Cabot looked up at the crisp knock on her open door. Her eyes came to rest on Rupert Giles, sadly a familiar face.
“May I come in Ms. Cabot?” he asked her, his voice pitched low and soothing with his British accent. He offered her a tried, forced smile.
“Of course, Mr. Giles,” she replied, closing the files on her desk and stacking them off to the side.
“Rupert, please,” he quickly corrected her as he stepped forward. “Mr. Giles makes me sound old and stuffy and apparently British,” he explained with a wry smile.
“All right, Rupert. Please have a seat. What can I do for you?” Alex conceded and gestured toward one of the chairs in front of her desk. He sat down and handed her one of the cups in his hand.
“Your secretary said it would be a good start to my conversation,” he explained as a slight blush stole over his features. He was a good-looking man, aging well with an athletic body despite his age. But Alex knew the Summers’ case was wearing hard on him. Hell, it was wearing hard on everyone in the State of New York, in the SVU office, hell even on herself. But they had caught the bastard and now Alex was going to make him pay.
“Thank you,” she finally said as she accepted the cup. She took a quick sniff and her eyebrows rose.
“She told me what to get you.”
“Well you certainly have my attention. What can I do for you?” She blew on the steaming coffee before taking a small sip. Her eyes slipped shut for a brief moment as the delicious brew slid over her tongue.
“To get right to the point, I’d like you to drop the charges against Roger Stevens,” he calmly explained.
“Excuse me?” Alex asked as she set her coffee down on her desk.
“You’ve got the wrong person.”
“Rupert, I know this has been especially difficult for you. Dealing with the death of loved ones is hard. But Mr. Stevens is responsible for the kidnapping, rape, torture, and ultimate death of the Summers sisters. His prints are all over the crime scene - witnesses put him there and the NYPD arrested him as he was fleeing the scene.”
“You have no idea what I’m going through. Buffy and Dawn were like daughters to me. And their deaths will not go unpunished, but Roger is not the responsible party. He was not at the scene except for when he came home to find two deceased bodies in his apartment.”
“Well where was he? Why hasn’t he offered up his alibi yet?”
“Because there is no way his alibi will hold up in court. It would not surprise me if his lawyer tried for a mental illness defense.”
“Mental illness?” Alex asked in shock.
“It will be the only way his alibi can be explained in court.”
“And what’s his alibi?” Alex had to ask as she folded her hands carefully over her desk. This had to be the first time in her career that a friend of the victim actually requested the charges be dropped on such a heinous crime.
Rupert Giles leaned back in his chair and took a small sip of his beverage. She could smell the tea from across her desk. He remained silent and she could sense the internal debate in his head. He set his tea down and took out a small handkerchief and began to clean his glasses. Finally he came to a decision and slipped his glasses back on his face. Looking up at her she was slightly taken back by the seriousness she saw in his eyes. Whatever Rupert was about to tell her he believed one hundred percent.
“Do you believe in demons, Ms. Cabot?”