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May. 5th, 2012

all work no play

MCA #3, Friday Night

Alex Cabot's nerves had settled, from being in Fandom. She didn't fear knocks on her door any more. But when she saw the two faces on her doorstep -- Captain Cragen, her old coworker, and Agent Hammond, who had pulled her into the program -- her heart jumped straight into her throat.

"What happened?"

It was a long story, and she offered to make tea while they told it; Cragen had politely stepped in, instead. Maybe he had noticed how badly her hands were shaking.

So this is what he looks like.Collapse )

(And that's it. Post 3 of 3, taken from 6x16, Ghost, modified for new circumstances. This is the last of Alex Cabot. Feel free to mod a brief note if you feel your character is someone who would have received one. Thanks, everyone, she's been wonderful to play. This one's okay for broadcast, but NFI, and once again, OOC is love. And again, thanks to N for the help.)

May. 4th, 2012

wistful profile

NYPD, Special Victims' Precinct - Late Night, NYC Time - Friday Midday FandomTime - NFB

Captain Donald Cragen was looking over the arrest papers, and everything seemed to be in order. He'd stayed late to go over them himself. He'd really have preferred to get the bastard on the original charge, but somehow, nailing him for Alex's murder was even sweeter. And now maybe they had time to backdoor the rest of the charges in.

He didn't hear the footfalls in his doorway until the other man spoke.

What the hell are you people doing?Collapse )

How the hell did you think you were gonna get away with this?Collapse )

(Post 2 of 3 of Alex leaving. 3 will be up shortly. Again, many thanks to N for helping with icons/coding, and again, ripped off from 6x16, Ghost. NFI, NFB, OOC is love.)
cabot professional

Judge Preston's Court, 60 Centre Street, Manhattan -- Friday Morning Fandom Time (NFB)

ADA Casey Novak was desperate.

Sitting on the opposite side of the courtroom was one of the top hired killers in the world: Liam Connors, el Fantasmo, the Ghost. It was a miracle they had found him before he'd fled the jurisdiction. He'd come into New York and left a particularly grisly trail this time. He'd murdered entire families. One little boy, couldn't be more than six, had been shot point-blank in the head while he slept.

Somehow, the boy had survived. And had wanted to testify. That was, until Connors' associates had started taking potshots at the police escort.

Again, he'd survived, and they had met their grand jury appearance. But the indictment came down fifteen minutes too late. The judge had nothing to hold him on. He was slipping through their fingers.

Desperate times called for desperate measures...Collapse )

(Taken wholesale from episode 6x16, Ghost. This is part 1 of 3 of how Alex is making her big exit -- yes, she's leaving, zomg. Many thinks to my N-person for helping me throw together icons and coding and whatnot. NFB, NFI, but OOC is shiny.)

Nov. 23rd, 2011

injured and intimidated

MCA #3, Wednesday Evening

Alex Cabot was starting to be very concerned about the reports on the radio. Being in Witness Protection meant that most of the people off this island that she cared about were ones who already thought her dead; she couldn't call them to ensure that they were all right. Too many lines were tapped.

Most of the people. Not all.

A package. A letter. A time capsule.Collapse )

There was ... a lunchbox. Polaroids. A little girl, one she had met in a basement, next to a boat.

The automated voice in her ear sounded very far away when it told her, We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number and call again.

She sank down onto her couch, slowly. It was probably for the best that she move the pictures out of her lap. They were getting wet, and it might smudge the color.

(letter and package by the incomparable famous_gut, who made me wibble to death with this. nfi, broadcast totally a-okay, and OOC is love.)

Sep. 10th, 2011

phone - working

The Third Floor of MCA, Saturday, 9-10-11 never forget

Alexandra Cabot, Assistant District Attorney for the Island of Fandom, was busy. She had a phone to her ear and was talking non-stop while she sorted through the stack of briefs in her arms.

"Do it now," Alex snapped. "I don't care how much it costs. You can't put a price on justice."

She jabbed at the elevator call button, impatiently. She didn't have time to walk down to the first floor! She lived on the third, and she was in a hurry! These papers weren't going to file themselves.

"I'll file an injunction as soon as I get word from the judge," Alex said, rolling her eyes. "We're wasting time we don't have. Hang up and do it."

She ended the call and began dialing another number; no answer. What sort of idiot didn't even set up their voice mail?

Just then, the doors opened. Without missing a beat, Alex stepped through the doors, already punching the next number into her cell phone.

There was a scream, and then a thud, as Alex Cabot plunged to her untimely demise down an open elevator shaft.

Rest in Peace, Alexandra Cabot.

(this was entirely willbethenight's suggestion by way of annieadderall's inspiration. I just happened to have a townie I wasn't doing anything with. CRY, YOU BASTARDS! CRY!)

Mar. 12th, 2011

working desktop

Office Hours, Office #19, Saturday

Alex hadn't really expected any guests, though she had held out a small hope that Olivia might find her way back again. It was probably safest that she didn't come, anyway.

Alex was working on some legal filings while she waited for any parents or guardians to stop by.

(open door, open post!)

Aug. 5th, 2010

uh-oh chewed out by petrovsky

Outside Where MCA #3 Used To Be, Thursday Evening

Alex wasn't sure why she'd bothered to come back to the apartment complex. It wasn't like she expected it to have magically come back while she was out, today.

Alex pulled out her phone and was trying to decide who to call. Someone who could come and fix this, whatever the hell it was, and get her apartment back, or give her a new, temporary one that hadn't vanished into ... wherever her apartment had vanished.

And just as she was dialing a number, she heard a low rumble, and felt the earth twist slightly.

"Oh, sh--"

Pop! And where Alex Cabot had been, now there was only an empty hallway.

(Establishy like whoa. I am gonna be AFK all weekend, dammit, so my peeps will be dealt with accordingly!)

Jul. 27th, 2010

nervous wary outside

GPCD HQ, July 27th, Midday (NFB-distance)

Alex was nervous, but trying her best not to let that show. Trials always gave her a thrill of excitement, but also a small pang of stage fright, just before the beginning. And this one was going to be especially nerve-wracking. She'd participated in murder trials before, but never as the defense. It meant looking at everything from a perspective that was shifted by ninety degrees. At least being a prosecutor meant you knew exactly what the prosecutor would be thinking.

The only cure for pre-trial nerves was preparation. Going over the details, then going over them again. Being sure you had everything you needed to know, and had it down cold. Dotting the Is, crossing the Ts, and making sure there weren't any sharp edges you might cut yourself on.

"Okay," Alex said, finishing the latest scrawl on one of many legal pads she had burned her way through. "That's all I need, for now."

At least, on that subject. There were more. There were always more.

She drummed the pen lightly on the table, wondering if this was the right time. It shouldn't wait much longer.

"We should start thinking about whether or not you're going to testify."

(just for the girl in Gotham! NFB-distance)

Jun. 19th, 2010

shit shit shit shit

Super 8 Bridal Suite, Saturday Morning, Hangovers and Regret (NFB)

Alex Cabot had her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, had a severely expensive engagement ring on her finger, and had a hangover. The very special kind of hangover that came from drinking $2.99 bottles of "Champain" in a Super 8 hot tub, frantically celebrating your nuptials with as much sex as you could drunkenly manage.

Alex .... not Cabot. Alex Gibbs-Cabot. Because they'd gone to a county clerk and gotten the license, and the wedding had been, while insane and very poorly conceived, entirely legal.

"Conceived" was a bad word to be thinking of, as it reminded her that most of the sex had been designed to get her pregnant. With triplets.

"This isn't happening," she groaned, pulling the covers over her head so she didn't have to face her husband just yet.

How hard were annulments to obtain, in the commonwealth of Virginia?

(famous_gut modded with permission, and the post is just for him! NFB-distance.)

Jun. 18th, 2010

laughing sparkles

Virginia Beach, Friday Night - Very Bad Ideas, Inc.

Today! Today was magical! Alexandra's beloved Jethro had taken her out to the park, by the duck pond, and dropped to one knee before holding out an insanely expensive exquisite diamond ring and asked if she would be his, for now and forever.

"Yes, my darling, yes!" she had cried, delighted to become the next Mrs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Alexandra Gibbs? Alexandra Cabot-Gibbs? Decisions, decisions!

As neither of them were patient, why wait? Decisions made on the spur of the moment were hardly ever something one would regret.

Which was why Jethro and Alexandra were quite happily standing on the beach -- Virginia Beach, for that matter. They'd reached the County Clerk's office before it closed, and in Virginia, there was no waiting period once you'd received a marriage license. Alexandra had a dress and she had the man of her dreams by her side. Today was perfect.

"Dearly beloved," the officiant intoned solemnly. "We are gathered here today ..."

(OOC: Hell froze over, so I don't need to ask famous_gut's permission to mod! I just forced his character to propose to mine! MUAHAHAHAH!

... just kidding! This was his cracky idea, not mine. NFB for distance, and for the other half of the soon-to-be-newlyweds-and-shortly-after-that-probably-annulled.)

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