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First fic of 2018: SVU: Jailhouse Lawyer
Feb. 10th, 2018 06:49 pmSpoilers for Episode 19.13, aired February 7, 2018. AU based on the premise of a different verdict at the end of the trial. Triple drabble.
Jailhouse Lawyer
Thanks to her credentials, they get a private interview room. Olivia can’t help observing Barba as he enters, checking whether he moves like he’s been hurt. There’s no sign of it, she’s relieved to see: He’s walking normally, with no visible scrapes or bruises.
“I’m fine, Olivia,” he says as she takes his seat. “It’s good to see you.”
Of course he didn’t miss her quick scan. Say what you want, Rafael Barba is a smart guy. Even after what he’s confessed to, she still respects him. Damn McCoy and his Chicago hotshot!
“I’ve been concerned,” she says, because she knows how cops behind bars are a target, “given your previous position. You’re okay? Do you need anything?” Although the sentencing judge had been as lenient as the statutes allowed, he’s still looking at a decade behind bars, and she’s worried for him.
“Yes, I put quite a few of my fellow inmates in here,” he allows, “and some of them have been less than cordial--” That’s the Rafe she remembers, that dry wit-- “but you’ve heard the phrase ‘jailhouse lawyer’? Well, a real live jailhouse D.A. is a prize. I can give advice, even make suggestions to their official counsel. No, I don’t like trading on it like that, but…everyone deserves a competant defense.” He relaxes in his chair. “I’ve made peace with it.”
He’s lost the laser-focused intensity that drove him and helped him prosecute so many…there’s a newfound calm. His smile is still the gentle one that she knows so well. “Tell me--how’s Noah? How’s everyone back at the squad? What are you working on these days?”
Rafe looks expectantly at her, and Olivia takes a deep breath. She recognizes his need to hear about familiar things, to feel normal in these contrary surroundings. She shows him her latest pictures of Noah, tells him about the case Fin and Amanda are working on, and says a silent prayer that he’ll get through his sentence in one piece.
From a prompt, here: https://comment-fic.livejournal.com/886789.html?thread=106571013#t106571013
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Thanks to her credentials, they get a private interview room. Olivia can’t help observing Barba as he enters, checking whether he moves like he’s been hurt. There’s no sign of it, she’s relieved to see: He’s walking normally, with no visible scrapes or bruises.
“I’m fine, Olivia,” he says as she takes his seat. “It’s good to see you.”
Of course he didn’t miss her quick scan. Say what you want, Rafael Barba is a smart guy. Even after what he’s confessed to, she still respects him. Damn McCoy and his Chicago hotshot!
“I’ve been concerned,” she says, because she knows how cops behind bars are a target, “given your previous position. You’re okay? Do you need anything?” Although the sentencing judge had been as lenient as the statutes allowed, he’s still looking at a decade behind bars, and she’s worried for him.
“Yes, I put quite a few of my fellow inmates in here,” he allows, “and some of them have been less than cordial--” That’s the Rafe she remembers, that dry wit-- “but you’ve heard the phrase ‘jailhouse lawyer’? Well, a real live jailhouse D.A. is a prize. I can give advice, even make suggestions to their official counsel. No, I don’t like trading on it like that, but…everyone deserves a competant defense.” He relaxes in his chair. “I’ve made peace with it.”
He’s lost the laser-focused intensity that drove him and helped him prosecute so many…there’s a newfound calm. His smile is still the gentle one that she knows so well. “Tell me--how’s Noah? How’s everyone back at the squad? What are you working on these days?”
Rafe looks expectantly at her, and Olivia takes a deep breath. She recognizes his need to hear about familiar things, to feel normal in these contrary surroundings. She shows him her latest pictures of Noah, tells him about the case Fin and Amanda are working on, and says a silent prayer that he’ll get through his sentence in one piece.
From a prompt, here: https://comment-fic.livejournal.com/886789.html?thread=106571013#t106571013
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