Title: Not Her
AN: I may be killed for this, it might be my last fanfic, but here goes anyway!
There was someone in his bed. She was spooned against him, warm and comfortable. The hangover he was waking to was less than comforting, but it was punishment for the amount they drank last night. Elliot was plastered. He went out to get that way after finalizing the divorce. He, at this point, only vaguely remembered going into his apartment with a woman. He wasn't even sure what woman now. Not that he'd ever been with anyone but Kathy at this point, this woman was his second. As he moved, the mystery woman turned to face him.
"Morning," he told her, gently cupping her face in his hand. Dani smiled and closed her eyes.
"Hi."
"Listen...we should talk about what happened," he whispered. Last night shouldn't have happened, and he needed to clear the air.
"Don't worry about it. It was a drunken night. I know you don't want anything more."
"Oh, how do you know that?"
"I'm not her."
"Which her?"
"The face you search for when you look at my desk, or the familier scent you close your eyes when you smell every time you pass her locker. I'm not the woman you watch the news for, looking for any Ecoterrorist movement, hoping to catch just one last look."
"Dani-"
"Really? I was wondering, because last night, you called me Olivia."
Hah! Finished. Its a short one-shot. Please don't kill me?