"Elliot? Where're you going? It's not even three in the afternoon yet." Olivia asked her partner curiously. She stuck her yellow pad, full of scribbles and notes of her cases, on her desk.
"I don't know. Takin a walk maybe, go get a bite to eat, see my kids." he started listing his plan, hiding the 'see my kids' part within. He knew she'd feel for him when he said that, so he began to leave while he listed them, throwing his coat on at the same time. It was winter in New York. A chilly time for crimes.
"I know the case is tough." Olivia said. She had that tone in her voice that said she was tired, but happy for Elliot. Their case included a child rapist who roamed the streets of New York. The poor kid was only 7 years old. Her name was Taylor and she was sweet as could be. That was what touched Elliot and Olivia the most.
"Yeah." he agreed, before walking out the door into the freezing temperatures. What he didn't know was that Taylor's parents had just called Olivia about five minutes earlier. Taylor had said she had some more to say. Sighing, Olivia sat down to rest for herself until Taylor came. This job was tough on both of them.
Taylor walked in with her mother. You could tell she was nervous. Each step she took seemed to be harder than the first. She is so brave. Olivia thought to herself, getting up to greet them. In no time at all, she had turned herself from a tired old woman to a nice, kid-friendly lady. She had to do that a lot though.
"Hi Taylor" Olivia said, crouching down to meet her level. "We're going to go someplace else to talk, ok?" Taylor nodded. Olivia could tell she was nervous, and took her hand, with her yellow pad under her other arm, and of coarse, her coffee in her other hand. "Come on" she said, leading her to a new room.
The new room was an old interrogation room. Grey walls and metal table. There were many chairs around the table though, so Taylor picked out one on the side. Olivia sat in the one on the end right next to her. She sat her coffee down on the table, and her yellow pad next to it, ready to scribble some more about the case.
"Would you like something to drink?" She asked her. This time, Taylor shook her head.
"No thank you" she replied.
"Alright" Olivia continued. "Well, your mom called." she told her. "She said you wanted to talk." Taylor took a deep breath, but nodded. "Ok." Olivia said, waiting for her to begin.