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Every case the team gets is a new dent in their souls. Catching the people responsible for all the hurt they get to witness is one thing, but Alex knows none of them ever forget the words of the victims, the tears and the blood and the horror. Olivia lives with it all in her head, and it drives her. Alex can relate, but sometimes it all comes to a halt and one or both of them have to crash, reroute, be reborn.
It's a dark night every time, the one Alex gets to witness her wife finally slowing down enough for a reality check that punches her in the face, that twists her gut so hard she cries her eyes out through the night and howls in pain.
"You'll be okay," she threads her fingers through her hair and they breathe in mostly complete silence. That's all they have.