A/N: We've reached the end of our story. Be on the look out for a new one later this upcoming week. Thanks for reading! :)

Chapter 28

"How are you doing?" Olivia asked as she sat down in a comfy chair in the Louise Tuft's living room.

"Better, I think," Annabelle said. The younger woman had sat down on the couch and her mother walked into the room with a couple glasses of lemonade. She took a seat next to her daughter, looking concerned.

"Well I have some news that may help. Your Uncle took the deal that the ADA offered him. He's going away for a long time," Olivia told them. Annabelle took a deep breath in and let it out, as if she was doing it for the first time.

"Just how long?" Louise wanted to know.

"Life with the possibility of parole; this basically means he won't even be eligible for parole for thirty years, which will make him in his late eighties. Of course, just because he will be eligible, it doesn't mean he'll actually get out," the detective explained.

"I'm not sure that's enough of a punishment," Louise said.

"It's enough. He'll never hurt anyone ever again and that is something I can live with," Annabelle told her.

"Just because the case is over and he's in jail doesn't mean that our support stops. If you need anything, you can call me, anytime, my cell phone number is on the back," Olivia hands her a card.

"Can you thank Doctor Huang and Doctor Olivet for me? They found me a great therapist," Annabelle smiled slightly.

"I will definitely let them know," the detective stood up. The mother and daughter did the same and before Olivia knew what was happening, Annabelle enveloped her in a hug. Wrapping her arms around the younger woman was something that made all of the awful things she saw in her job worth it. Another victim had been helped and they were on their way to getting their lives back on track.

"You think she'll be ok?" Elliot asked as his partner as she climbed back into their car.

"It won't be easy and it won't be tomorrow but I think so," Olivia smiled slightly as he fired the car up.

"Good. So Cragen told us to take the rest of the day. Any thoughts to what you want to do?" Elliot wanted to know.

"Dinner and then a quiet night in, sound good?" She wondered.

"Sounds great," he smiled and turned the car down the next street on the route back toward Olivia's apartment. Soon takeout and then snuggling on the couch would ensue.

Meanwhile, the former judge was being moved into his protective custody cell at Rikers. The bus to his new prison home would take him out the next day given the late time of day. Part of the deal was that he'd be in state custody for his sentence since he had sent so many criminals to federal prison. Casey figured that it would allow him to live longer. She also knew that the US attorney would have his hands full given that everyone convicted in a trial in which the judge had been a part of, was now in question.

"Chow time!" The voice of a corrections officer came through the locked cell door and a small window opened in the door, revealing a tray of food. Tuft took it and then headed for his bed. Slowly he tried to eat, knowing he'd need to keep up his strength. He was about halfway through his mashed potatoes when he suddenly felt funny. Something wasn't right. He tried to call out to the guards but he couldn't form the words. He tried to get to the cell door, falling on the floor as he did. It would be about an hour later when they found him, dead on the floor of his cell.

THE END