"Hey El, you heading out?" She asked, typing some last words before shutting her computer down as well.
"Yeah, Kathy's upset." He replied while putting on his coat. "We've been arguing all week, no, make that all month."
Olivia sighed. "That sucks." She took a sip of her coffee, which was so luke warm now it might as well be cold. "It's going to be ok, right?"
"I just don't know anymore." He sighed as well. "If it wasn't for maureen, kathleen and the twins, I think it'd be long over."
"Sucks." She said repeated. "You know what you wanna do?"
"Yeah."
"Wanna talk? I've got nothing to do anyway, besides reading those case files." She said as she pointed to the stack next to her bag, ready to take home. She took the last sip of her coffee before throwing the empty cup in the trash.
He looked at his watch. "It's not like she isn't going to be less angry with me if I'm ten minutes later." He tried to rationalize it for himself. Then he looked her up and down. "And you are way too thin. We should get some food into ya."
She smirked. "Fine, let's head out." She grabbed her coat and together they walked out the bullpen. The walk to the elevator was a silent one. Neither Elliot nor Olivia was sure what to say, and when they finally decided they wanted to speak to break the awkward silence, other people filled the elevator. Once those people exited to get to their own floor and they were alone again they just didn't know what to say. Olivia couched when they reached the ground floor and the elevatordoors opened with a loud DING. The walk to the car was even more awkward, if that were even possible. Once they dropped their asses on the seats it felt like the old routine again.
"So...Pats'?" She asked.
He nodded. "I know how much you like those sandwiches."
She lost herself in her own world. "Oh yeah, I really do. I love 'em."
He waved his hand in front of her. "Liv? Wake up, I don't want you drooling on my car."
Just drive." She made an inappropriate handgesture. He smirked. The drive to pats' took over 10 minutes and Elliot knew he was screwed. But hey, what the hell. If he was gonna get yelled at, it'd be best with a filled stomach. They walked inside, after carefully parking, and selected their favorite booth. The rather unattractive waitress brought them menu's but Olivia knew what she wanted in advance. She always did.
"I'll have this one please." She pointed at the name. "With a diet coke."
"I can't believe that after so many times of ordering the same fucking sandwich over and over again you still can't pronounce it."
She shot him a look. "Thanks."
"Give me the same please.' He said smiling. "No wait, I'll have a hamburger, extra cheese, no pickles." He couched. "And don't you dare bring me a diet coke. I want regular." He joked.
"What is it with you and pickles?" She teased.
"I just don't like 'em."
"I just don't like green eggs and ham, I just don't like 'em, Sam I am." She said.
"Yes, thank you Dr Seus. God, I've read that book so many times I can almost quote it." He sighed, but it was a happy, content sigh.
"Have you now?"
"Got kids." He said.
"I know. So how old are the twins by now? Five? Six?"
"Yeah, six about now." He said and looked at his hands real quick before turning his attention back to her. "Their birthday's coming up next month. I know the kids'd be thrilled if you were there... Kathy not so much."
She snorted. "That's a bit of an understatement."
"She might actually murder you... Wait, no. She would want to murder you but if she slapped you, I'm pretty sure you'd have her on her back before I could even register what happened."
Olivia just shrugged. "Maybe, but Elliot." She started. "We're here to talk. So...Talk." The waitress brought them their drinks. Olivia gladly took a sip of hers, not taking her eyes of her partner for a second.
"Yeah. You're right."
"How'd it start?" She tried to get him started on the story.
'Same old, same old. Came home, twelve minutes late and apparently we're having an affair, perhaps even a love child, we're moving to the Pocanos and I'm gonna leave her and the kids broke and homeless.'
"God damn it, Elliot! I've told you not to do that without me knowing." She quipped.
He smirked. "Thanks. Wanna know the rest or are you going to keep interrupting me?"
"Sorry, continue."
"So I come home late, fourth time in a row, and there she is, waiting, on the couch. I take of my coat and it starts. 'So where is your partner? Aren't you supposed to fuck her around this time? Or did the two of you get too tired from this afternoon' She threw in my face. And also, apparently you're so young that you're wearing me out. And then some other lovely accusations... about you mostly, and the job, that are a little to filthy to repeat in public."
She smirked, then frowned. He stopped talking for a little while so the waitress could give them their food and leave.
"So from then on, every time I got home late she accused me of stuff. She'd throw horrible rows about nothing. She'd let the kids watch us fight, Lizzy was crying most of the days and Dicky was having nightmares and got stressed out. Kathleen sided with her mother, Maureen was just happy we were occupied so she could sneak out every second."
"Rough."
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for a while, until Olivia broke it. "So what are you two gonna do, this afternoon I mean."
"I'm guessing drawing up divorcepapers."
"Seriously? You're going to end it? Definitely?" She asked while taking a large bite. "El, I dunno, shouldn't you try relationshiptherapy first?"
"Thought about it. Hell, even suggested it. But she told me the problem was with me, solely me and that I should take care of 'it'."
"'it' being me?"
"Yeah."
"Please don't kill me." She joked as she stole some of his fries.
"If you take another one of my fries I might actually. You with your diet coke and healthy sandwich." He said. He took another greasy bite, the fat combined with ketchup and mayonnaise dripped of his chin. "And then eating MY food?"
"Well actually this..." She lifted her sandwich in the air. "Is yours too, since you're paying for lunch."
"What?"
"Oh c'mon. I paid for donuts."
"Not fair, I'm getting divorced! I should get a free lunch. Do you know how expensive divorcing is?"
"I can guess."
"You're paying."
"But I'm the lady."
"Try telling that to the last perv. You kicked the shit out of him." He teased while laughing hard enough for her to see the half devoured burger in his mouth.
"You have no manners whatsoever. First you insult me by saying I'm not a lady, then you're making me pay for everything and to add to the list you just gave me a shot of what I must say is the most gruesome thing ever. What kind of meat is that you're eating, it looks so greasy!"
"Cow." He answered plainly. "Or horse, I dunno, I don't care, it's delicious." He raised an eyebrow. "And I was paying you a compliment."
"Grose." She pulled a face. "And thanks."
He almost pushed the burger in her mouth. "Taste it."
"No thanks." She pushed it away. "I'm not feeling like a heartattack today."
"Oh." He shrugged and finished what was left with two of the largest bites ever before taking the other half of her sandwich.
"Hey!" She yelled as she tried to get it back.
"If I'm paying, then I wanna know what I'm paying for." He took such a big bite the sandwich was split in half. He placed the small half back on her plate.
"Thanks. True chivalry." She raised her eyebrows and smirked.
"Liv?"
"Yeah?" She looked up from her sandwich in his eyes.
"Are you... Is that...?" He tried.
"What El? Something wrong?" She asked, a little confused.
"Your nose is bleeding."
"What?" She looked into the reflection of the napkinholder. "Oh."
"Does that happen often?" He asked while handing her some napkins.'
"Yeah."
So, I know this is a short first chapter, but I'm tired. This story is going to be so great, and I'm gonna make and awesome sequel. Believe me, if you're anything like me, you'll love it. I got this idea after watching this awesome movie with abigail breslin and another great movie that really made me cry: my sisters keeper, also with abigail breslin. It's gonna be comparable but a little bit sadder.
Tell me what you think so far, I love reviews.
Spoiler: 20 chapters long, death and love (at the end)