Olivia stared at the papers without really seeing the yet to be completed reports that covered her desk. Today had been a sucker punch of a day in the midst of week of no good, horrible bad days. Cragen. Cassidy. Foster.
The Interim Captain was right. She had to stop thinking about Foster's daughter. Foster and Delia had put the child at risk. Not her. But pushing her concern about the child's future and her involvement in the situation to the side only allowed room for thoughts of Cassidy to invade her mind. She sighed. The paperwork would have to wait. The Captain had told her to go, and maybe tonight that was best. She put away the paperwork and gathered her purse. She waived to the lone Uni who had been keeping her company in the quiet squad room.
As she waited for the elevator she couldn't help but think of Cassidy. He'd had a relationship with Carissa. They'd spoken about the affair briefly in the hospital. She'd needed to confirm Ganzel's story for Foster. She'd kept the conversation to the facts. She was doing her job, saving Cragen. Now as the blur and the adrenaline from the charge started to fade, she let the facts sink into her heart. She had been ready, finally, after all these years, to pursue a relationship with Cassidy, and now this. Had he simply sweet-talked Carissa in an attempt to learn more about Ganzel? Was it more than that? What was he thinking actually sleeping with her? Was he just playing a part? Why, if he was involved with Carissa, had he come home with her just a few nights ago? The ding of the elevator pulled her into action. She stepped in and pushed the button for the lobby.
She'd have to talk to him. She didn't want to wonder.
As she exited the 1-6 she turned to the subway and the hospital. Sleep could wait. Some questions demanded answers.