AN: I just saw a youtube EO video with this song- AHHHH- god it made me cry cry cry. But after I heard this song I had to write. The song is called "Boston" by Augustana. This is my sad tragic EO fanfic. It's what I think will happen if Dick Wolfe doesn't give us EO for real.
Her Chains
Elliot watched her from across the room as Munch and Fin pointed out the suspects leading to the death of Danielle Mason. She sat on the corner of Munch's desk biting her fingernail and starring at the photos flashing past them on the video board.
She felt his eyes and she turned with a bit of hostility.
Elliot quickly glanced away and walked towards the board. He couldn't read her body language. He'd missed her so much, and she was so cold.
Before she'd decided to break off their partnership he'd done something that was unthinkable. He still couldn't believe that he'd allowed it to happen.
She was always so good at keeping her distance while backing him up. He trusted her because of that.
Olivia was his safe haven. She was the place he went to when everything else was wrong.
Elliot thought that they had everything under control, until his temper got the best of him.
Olivia had treated him differently ever since and rightly so. He'd acted out of selfish irrational frustration. It was a frustration that he could never seem to figure out.
When she left without saying goodbye he thought that was the end. It was like losing her to death. His heart broke into a million pieces the day he came in and saw her desk had been emptied. He'd decided from that day forward if he ever saw her again he'd mend the wounds he caused.
Yet, there she was and instead of hugging her and apologizing endlessly a tight ball of anger bubbled inside of him. She left him. Nobody ever did that to him before. He never thought she would be the first.
Fin handed out the assignments and Olivia silently walked next to Elliot as they started the investigation.
All day they fought or sat stewing in their own thoughts. Elliot could hear her mind working like a time bomb.
Finally, she spoke. "What happened to Dani?"
"Great, she had to start there," he thought to himself. His lips tightened and stretched his neck. "She couldn't handle the victims."
Olivia raised a brow and turned the other direction. The conversation ended.
After a long day of tiptoeing and name-calling Elliot grabbed Olivia's arm before she could leave for the night. He couldn't go home and pretend he was going to sleep knowing she was holding the same anger he held inside.
"Liv, can we talk?"
She pulled her arm away slowly and thought for a moment. "Maybe."
"Are you coming back?"
She blinked and slightly huffed. "Probably not."
Elliot nodded and looked away unable to find the right words. He started to walk away and Olivia shook from the pit of her stomach.
Her eyes teared up. She couldn't look at him and know that he hadn't missed her or wanted her.
Her insides turned up to her throat just thinking about the fact that she waited all year for him to acknowledge her love, now that he'd left Kathy.
She felt like she'd wasted years of her life waiting for him and he betrayed her in every possible way there was.
From his lack of respect for her work to the fling with Dani, he'd given her more than enough signs to get out while she could. Her attempts were hopeless. She was untouchable. It was time for her to leave her heart in New York and find a new one.
Quickly she wiped her eyes and turned for the bathroom.
Elliot caught her speed from the corner of his eye. "Liv."
He ran to the door and stopped her. The tears fell from her eyes and she turned away from him.
"Elliot, leave me alone," she yelled with rage.
He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at him. "Hey. Stop running. Liv, you can have your job back. I want you to take it back. This fight isn't worth you losing your happiness over. Please, don't do this to yourself."
In the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed...you said...
Olivia looked at him and fell to pieces. Her wall broke from all the weight of her broken heart.
"You don't know me, you don't even care,"
Elliot heard the pain in her words, but he didn't understand them.
"You don't know me, you don't wear my chains..."
"Liv, I know you enough to back off."
Essential and appealed, carry all your thoughts across
an open field,
when flowers gaze at you...they're not the only ones who cry
when they see you
you said...
"Elliot, that's not the point. After eight years and more late night conversations than you've probably ever had with your own wife.
You don't know me, you don't even care,
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
I can't do this with you anymore. It's eating me inside and out."
Olivia pulled away form him and headed for the stairwell. She ran down each step. The sound of her feet echoed off of the walls.
"Olivia, don't go," Elliot yelled as he followed her. "Liv, you can't leave."
She didn't stop running until she reached her apartment. Elliot caught up to her when she reached the door.
Breathlessly he leaned in front of her. "Liv, that job is your life. Don't give that up because of me."
Olivia fumbled with her keys and angrily threw them to the ground. "That job is not my life," she yelled.
She took in quick gasps of air and sat dejectedly on the steps. Elliot silently joined her. He could tell something else was wrong with her, but for the first time in his life he couldn't read her thoughts.
The pause thickened and Olivia slowly looked up and watched a few cars pass her building. Her eyes remained unfocused as she quietly said
", I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California; I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain..."
Elliot touched her hand and swallowed hard. "Olivia, please, don't do that."
"Give me one reason to stay."
"Liv, you're my best friend. I can't live without my best friend."
The word friend reverberated through her ears.
"Elliot, friends don't have the kind of moments that we've shared."
He knew that one night of drunken love making was going to catch up to them sooner or later. He thought they could work it out, but the Gatono case proved their efforts of forced friendship to explode in their faces. The moment of truth was now or never, but Elliot couldn't bring himself to make the leap.
Olivia could feel his thoughts and she couldn't go through this pain any longer. Her emotions swelled as her heart beat weakly from the final measure of rejection.
"I think I'll go to Boston, "
He shook his head. "You can't go to Boston."
"I think that I'm just tired"
"Give it some time. We'll work this out"
"I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...'
"You just got back."
"I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer; some snow would be nice...
Boston...where no one knows my name..."
She pulled her keys from the ground and headed for her door. "Goodbye Elliot."
"Olivia, why are you doing this? I missed you everyday. Please don't leave me again."
"Elliot, I can't stay here with you."
"WHY," he pleaded.
She'd pulled the door open and stood with one foot inside. "Because I love you."
Elliot searched his heart and mind for the answer out of this. All the years he spent next to her and he never once thought those words would fall from her lips. When he didn't react she walked away.
She closed the door behind her and disappeared into the elevator. The mirror on the other side of the door exposed her to the mess that she'd made of herself. Her brown eyes were hidden by the lonely red grief that poured from the depths of her heart. Her face held a thousand lonely stories on it. Softly she said to herself
", You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...
Boston...where no one knows my name..."
AN: Now that I've thoroughly depressed you R&R.
