Hey y'all! I haven't really planned this story out and I'm kind of just doing it on a whim so I don't exactly know where I'm going with it but it's generally what I wish would have happened after Olivia's played Elliot's hooker in Wildlife. I'll disclaim that I don't own any of the characters or anything, just the story line and I can't really say if I'm spoiling any episodes because I don't know exactly what I'm doing yet :D
P.S. This is my first story so bear with me!
The Wildlife of Zebras on Scorched Earth
Hazy. Things were so hazy. After a few blinks and head shakes, things started to piece together for him.
Olivia coming to try and save him from Kathy's wrath, then playing hooker when Bushido and Tyborne came to visit.
"She looked really good. I wonder if she wears black lace all the time..." he thought. "What the hell? I can't think about her like that. Kathy really would leave me if she ever found out."
Then Bushido putting two slugs in his arm.
"Damn, I guess that's how I ended up here."
And finally, Olivia running over to his body, lying paralyzed on the cracked cement yelling frantically "Officer down on the corner of Clarence and Queens Avenue! I repeat,officer down! I need a bus!" and then a softer but more frantic "Elliot? Elliot, can you hear me? Elliot?"as she rubbed soft circles on his temple, softly pleading with him to stay awake.
"Olivia... Olivia..." was all he could think about until his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening.
He turned his head to see his beautiful Olivia walking through the doorway.
"My beautiful Olivia? What the hell am I thinking? What the hell did they give me?" he thought. "I guess I should talk to her about this before I get myself into trouble."
"You were supposed to duck." she said, with that cock-eyed smile he loved.
"And you were supposed to leave." Elliot answered.
"Well, when my partner hangs out with scumbags I like to hang around and see what happens."
"Partner. Right, we're just partners. Maybe I should just forget about it; seems like she has." Elliot thought to himself.
"So, what's the plan?" he asked instead.
"Oh, our guys are giving Bushido a little visit as we speak."
It had been almost 6 months since they collared Bushido and Elliot was finally gaining back the full use of his left arm, meaning that he could finally go into the field and do his job without being told to take it easy.
He hated being told to take it easy.
He found the phrase so contradictive seeing how life was far from easy; at least his life was far from easy.
It didn't seem like life to him at all anymore. To him, it seemed more like monotonous routine.
Wake-up.
Fight with Kathy.
Go to work.
Butt heads with Olivia about cases or suspects or theories.
Spend fifteen minutes in the cribs with his head in his hands trying to get himself to stop thinking about the one thing he wants that he can't have.
Work some more.
Go home.
Fight with Kathy.
Go to sleep and dream of Olivia.
Repeat.
He was starting to lose perspective on the Olivia situation. He couldn't tell her what he was feeling. He was married for God's sake. She'd never take a married man; she was too moral for that. He should know better than to think his partner would ever reciprocate the feelings he had for her.
He decided for the moment that he was going crazy.
Silently insane.
Continuously battling the thoughts he tried so hard to get out of his head and losing every time he saw her face.
He tried to play it off to himself as a schoolboy crush, but even he couldn't fool himself.
"I should of talked to her when I had the chance," Elliot thought. "She's killing me and doesn't even know it."
It seemed that the Devil himself had been listening to Elliot's conversation with himself because before he could even finish his thought, in walked the drug he'd been longing to take.
The high he wanted to feel.
The sweet release he wanted to taste.
And the only thing he could do about it was stare.
"El...do I have something on my face or are you just enjoying the view?" Olivia said dryly, looking down at her paperwork.
Elliot saw that crooked little half smile that drove him wild grow on her face.
It took everything in him not to jump across the desk right then and release all the emotions he had built up the past six months months in a way so passionate she would melt right into his arms.
But he couldn't.
And he knew it.
So instead, he settled for: "Yeah, you've got a little bit of a milk mustache from the whipped cream on your coffee."
So this is the first chapter! I think I'm kind of figuring out what I want to do with it now but I'm still not completely sure so please please please leave me some reviews and ideas because I would greatly appreciate it! And don't worry, I plan on y'all hearing from Olivia very soon so Elliot won't be in turmoil for long!
I think some of you die-hards might know where I'm going with the title but hopefully I'll be able to surprise y'all a little! So anyways...review and tell me if you want more! Thanks y'all!