It was late. Everyone had scattered out of the precinct hours before, most headed to the local bar for a celebratory drink. But Olivia had an uneasy feeling. It had been building since the arrest. Something didn't sit right with her. The arrest was too easy, the killer was precise, careful.
Sleep was a past time for Olivia, she hadn't shut her eyes in five days. Every second of every day she was meticulously working over the details of the case, looking for something that would link the perp to the heinous crimes. He was smart. He made no mistakes, every crime carefully planned, he left no evidence. So of course when the team made a breakthrough they were quick to make the arrest.
Olivia didn't know about this guy though, he had no motive, no connection to any of the victims, and a solid alibi for three of the murders. But the media and DA's office needed an arrest, and he had previous convictions of sexual assault, he looked good for the crimes.
Olivia's eyes felt heavy, she fighter the urge to sleep, determined to prove her gut wrong, and find definite proof that they had arrested the right guy. She scanned through the files, leaving no page unturned.
Olivia laid her head on her desk, she shut her eyes, telling herself she'd take a 10 minute power nap, that she'd think better. Her body didn't agree, falling into a deep slumber.
A loud bang sharply woke Olivia hours later, she quickly reached for her gun, jumping to her feet. She grabbed her mobile from her desk and dialled elliott's number. She scanned the room, her gun outstretched in front of her. It was clear. Elliot was on the other end of the phone, his voice groggy. Olivia quickly apologised to her partner for waking him, saying it was a false alarm and she would see him in the morning.
She pulled the phone from her ear, ready to hang up. Another loud bang erupted in the precinct. Followed by a bullet through the window.
