AN: Hey guys! It's been a seriously long time since I've been on here. I might...MIGHT...even finish a few of the stories that I left. i have a few people asking me to finish them, so I will do my best. Until then, here's a little story about EO. I'm gonna try to make this a happy story, but I gotta admit-it's pretty depressing right now. Of course, EO in general is depressing right now. Sad clown.

Hope you're all doing well!

Scar

"Where do we go from here?"

Chapter 1

Old, worn, lonely, and fat.

That's what Olivia felt as she scribbled down notes in the lobby of the Flea Theatre. The tiny off -Broadway theater house, which was littered with Marisa Tomei fans not thirty minutes ago, was now curtain closed and filled with busy CSU agents. Two young women dressed in very small cocktail dresses, stood in front of her, babbling off details of the evening's criminal acts.

"I thought it was part of the show, you know. Like, you know, one of those pre-curtain things where the actors come into the lobby and pretend they're acting."

"Shelley don't be a nit. They can't pretend they're acting if they're acting. She meant that she thought the bloody girl was an actor…acting," said Victoria, the leggy brunette.

Her equally leggy and might we add busty friend, Shelley, rolled her eyes in reply. "Whatever Victoria, she knew what I meant. And it's actress not actor, and who even likes those pre-show things anyway. They're so up in your face and annoying. It's like they're asking to be…"

Olivia, who should have been focusing on the case, was instead thinking about the last time she wore a tiny black dress to see a big star like Marissa Tomei kill a perfectly amazing theatrical production with her over-rated film acting. Even in all of its "spectacular" glory there was something Olivia absolutely loved about feeling hot and sophisticated in the audience of a New York Theater.

"That detail is insifficant, Shelly. If you were even remotely observacious you would have known it wasn't an actor."

These women were obviously there for the hot spectacle of it all, as sophistication was not a part of their vocabulary.

"Actress."

"Whatever!"

"YOU Whatever!"

Shelly lightly slapped Victoria with the back of her hand, catching the fabric with her fat diamond ring. As they bickered and bantered back and forth, Olivia noticed that Victoria was not just wearing some cocktail dress, but she was wearing the exact cocktail dress hanging in Olivia's closet. Her thoughts went from annoyance to disgust as she recalled the day that dress would no longer fit over her now size 12 hips. Victoria's fit like a glove.

"What's going on over here? Liv?"

Elliot broke up the squawking pixies and gave Olivia the ol' "You need to focus up" glare.

That was quickly replied to with a "shut the fuck up" mouth drop. Both knew they were in the wrong.

The four of them, however, adjusted themselves while freeing Shelley's ring from Victoria's waistline. It was then that Olivia realized she wasn't the only one staring at Shelley's tits.

"Now, now, let's make love not war, ladies," Elliot gaffed, all pie-eyed.

"We have all of the information we need," Olivia added, trying to break the stare.

Elliot cleared his throat and without a pause pulled out his wallet. "I'm going to give you my card and if you think of anything else…."

Victoria touched the card first, making sure to brush against Elliot's thumb and forefinger before pulling it away. "I can think of a few things…"

"Pertaining to the case," Elliot blushed.

"Aw," Victoria blinked with a smile.

Elliot's hard on...I mean, demeanor melted a bit and he nervously laughed. "That's a good one. You two…you get –I'll get you a cab, and you get home safe okay?"

The girls gave each other a glance and allowed Elliot to lead them towards the front doors. "I'll be right back, Liv."

"I…," Olivia barely took a breath to speak and the trio was walking away all boobs and giggles. She sighed looking up and catching her reflection in a mirror on the wall. She blinked at her uncombed head and her wrinkled un-made up face then looked down without even remotely fixing one piece of her hair. "Not your problem, Olivia, just get on with your work already."

"Talking to yourself," Munch interrupted.

"If you're asking about my mental health I can assure you I'm not senile... just old."

"Join the club."

Olivia found herself again staring at the two girls as Elliot put them in a cab.

"They're all predictably the same," she mumbled thinking of Elliot's reaction to Victoria's "accidental" thumb nudge and how she used to "accidentally" pull the same trick for the same reaction.

Munch was only half listening but what he did hear he got. "Love's a bitch and men are dumb-Myself included. Why don't you go home, we got this."

"No, I don't need to go ho-"

Before she could respond Munch was taking the notebook from her hand and waving her goodnight. If this were her family, she felt like she'd just been demoted to the Empty Nest.

Un-needed, un-necessary, in the way, forgotten….

Soon she would only hear from Elliot once a month for a "make-sure-she's-still-alive" visit, and Fin would be saving Depends coupons for her retirement party.

Elliot walked back into the theater and started for work, this time with a bit more bounce to his step.

"You leav'n?"

"Munch said you guys didn't nee-"

"Great! Night Liv."

"Nigh-"

"Did you see those girls?"

"Yea—"

"Something else, Ay. They-"

Olivia didn't even want to hear the rest of that thought. The fact that he just killed their "Sentence ending" chemistry with rude behavior and chauvinistic git, made her want to high tail it home for a night of wine and "So You Think You Can Dance." With that, she tuned him out and headed for her car.

"--were the fakest women I've ever encountered. You expect that in LA, but New York? Say didn't you own a dress like the one..….Liv?"

Elliot turned to realize he was talking to no one. "Hm......Munch, any leeway on those prints?"

To be continued.

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