So i watched the new episode last night. It wasn't that bad…but still it was HORRIBLE. Why? BECAUSE ELLIOT LEFT! THATS WHY. I don't care that the whole crew stayed. I don't care that Alex and Casey are back. I just want Elliot. With Olivia. We all do. Heres a new story or a one-shot I don't know yet. It depends on the episodes.
"We got a ten-thirty four on Waverley." Munch announced glancing at Olivia and seeing her sigh "Fin take Rollins."
"No. I'll go. Give me five and we'll roll." Olivia interrupted.
"Ok." Fin said, gathering his papers.
Olivia nodded and headed to the locker rooms. On the way she stopped, looked at one of the doors to the interrogation room, and slipped inside closing the door shut behind her. She leaned against the wall and started to shake. Started to break down. She couldn't control it, couldn't stop it. And why should she? Her partner, her best friend handed his papers in. He wasn't coming back. She would never solve another case with him. Never would see his smile, or hear his laugh . Or see him take his anger out on the perp. See him across her desk, see him question a victim, never take another break with her. Hot tears poured down her cheeks and she leaned against the window crying but not making one sound expect for a faint whimper.
Three hours later. At her house.
Olivia shut the door behind her and locked it. She turned on the lights and stood there looking at her empty apartment. She should be at the precinct hunting down leads. With Elliot. But that was never going to happen again right?
She sighed and went to take a shower. When she was done, she put on some pajamas avoiding the old NYPD shirt that belonged to Elliot which she never had returned. She pulled her hair up in a pony-tail and went to order pizza. If Elliot was still at work he would be with her right now with pizza and beers. They would discuss the case, lash out there opinions, then talk about other things. It was these simple moments she loved, that she cherished. But now everything changed. Her world was in shambles because he left her. Left her there, left her by her self trying to save the world. She had to talk to him. She picked up the phone and hit repeat. This time it didn't even ring it just went straight to voicemail.
"How could you do this to me El? Why didn't you tell me? Why?" She yelled losing control and threw the phone across the room. It broke.
Suddenly she felt a hatred furious angry at him. How could he be so selfish? How could he just leave her like this? With no warning? She grabbed her remote on the coffee table and threw it. She threw everything in reach. Making a colorful shimmering crystals all over the floor. She sunk down on the floor crying.
The doorbell rang and she wiped her eyes and payed for the pizza. She set it down and took a slice. After she ate she felt a little better, and more calm. She cleaned up the mess. Then cleaned her whole apartment. She wiped traces and reminders of him out of there dumping everything into a black trash bag then stuffing it in the back of her closet. Olivia grabbed a blanket, a pillow, and a couple of beers and spent the rest of the night on the couch. Her heart in a million of pieces just like the glass in the bottom of the trash.
SHould I continue as a story? Yes, no? Review! And Olivia. When you cried, my heart broke down with you. Stay strong.