Her brown hair whipped around in the cool autumn breeze as orange and gold leaves danced to its whistling tune. She'd spent all day fretting about what this step in her life meant and whether opening this can of worms was worth all she held dear? This is what she had wanted for a while now after getting over the initial shock of it. She'd been hurt and confused and...curious.
The paper she held in her hand felt like it was burning and she pulled it out, stopping she stared at the information it held and reassured herself that this was her intended destination regardless!
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she felt eyes on her. Quickly placing the paper back deeply into her coat pocket she turned searching for the sudden cause of her concern.
The darkness seemed to deepen around her, even with the streetlights beating down onto the sidewalk. Her apprehension didn't subside even after her initial sweep of the surrounding area found nothing and so she carried on her journey with a little more pace than before.
Leaving her weapon in her apartment hadn't been the brightest idea now that she thought about it: in her line of work especially, but she'd thought it best under the circumstances. Besides she was only 15 minutes from her intended target in walking distance so she hadn't thought anything of it and she knew how to take care of herself it's what she had been highly trained to do.
The sensation hadn't diminished in the slightest and she reached inside her coat pockets only to find some change in one and a pen with the paper in the other. Grasping hold of the pen tightly; flicking off its lid just in case, she continued moving quickly one foot in front of the other.
A nauseous feeling had begun pooling in her stomach as she felt a presence coming up behind her, turning quickly to find a cat staring up at her. She chuckled to herself as its blue eyes watched her curiously and it meowed almost sounding like it was in pain. She was a sucker for animals and this beautiful gray one was begging to be scooped up and cared for. She kneeled down and clicked her tongue whilst holding out her fingers to coax it to her.
That was her biggest mistake and she knew it as a hand came over her mouth and she was hauled to her feet with the sweet smell of chloroform filling her airway. She tried not to breath in wards and failed.
Instinct took over and she hastily pulled out the pen and slammed it deep into her assailants' leg. He yelled out in pain and the cloth fell from her face. She gasped letting oxygen fill her lungs once more, choking as she did so. The drug was taking quick effect as darkness began to creep into her vision causing her to momentarily lose her balance.
He grabbed her shoving her into a nearby alleyway. Slamming into the wall she managed to brace herself before impacting and she heard a crack as pain shot through her left wrist.
"Bitch" she heard him say to her, but it was muffled as she thought she was going to blackout.
Then he was on her, his body pressing flush against hers effectively pinning her in place. She fought against the effects of the drug as well as her attackers wondering hands, but the haziness made it difficult to do so.
He spun her around to face him and crashed his lips onto hers. It took everything she had not to throw up as her battle with the chloroform was almost over and unfortunately she wasn't winning.
In a last ditch attempt to stop what she knew was about to happen she bit down hard and the coppery taste filled her mouth. She drew blood and managed to take a piece of his flesh with her as well. He screamed in pain before spewing a string of profanities before smacking her hard across her face.
She felt herself falling and knew she couldn't stop herself as her head connected with a metal object and finally the blackness consumed her.
Olivia felt herself stiffen as she heard the sirens blast by her window, the cop within her on full alert. It was her night off and the one time she normally let herself indulge in some selfish behaviour; it was a rarity, so she didn't feel bad about it.
She'd soaked in the bathtub and gave herself a pedicure before ordering in and sitting down to watch some sappy romantic comedy that wasn't half bad considering its complete lack of reality.
Her phone rang and she cursed when she saw the caller I.D that told her it was her partner. She knew it was too good to be true that she'd actually get a night off, but maybe it was just a social call?
"El what's up?" she answered placing the phone to her ear.
"Hey Liv! Get some clothes on and come downstairs." Elliot gave as a response.
"What?" she sat up intrigued. "Why?"
"We got a case!"
She was dressed and ready in less than 10 minutes before heading down to meet her partner. He was standing at her apartment buildings main door, his face a little grimmer than usual.
"Hey." She said as she exited the building. "What we got?" she was all business now.
"Follow me!" He said nonchalantly motioning her down the street; her street, where she saw the red and blue flashing lights of the police cars as well as the yellow tape cordoning off the scene.
"What the hell is going on El?" her confusion was annoying and he knew she hated being left out of the loop.
"Our victim is female, approximately 20-25 years old. She had no I.D on her. She sustained a blow to the head most probably from a fall, she has a laceration on her left cheek likely from a hit to the face and her left wrist was broken." He ran off her injuries.
"Thanks El. This is great and all, but where is she?"
"She's been taken to Mercy!"
"Then what are we doing here?" she asked confusedly.
"They found this on her."
He held up an evidence bag with a peach coloured piece of paper inside it. She pulled it closely and read the contents.
She looked at Elliot with a shocked expression. "El. That's my name and address."
"I know." He said sympathetically.
"Our Vic was on her way to see me!"