Blonde

Olivia walks out of the office, thru the halls, and out the door. It's late at night, the street lights shining bright; yet still dark, in Olivia's mind. Suddenly her eyes spot an unfamiliar figure, going straight into her building, old building. Olivia walked to her vintage apartment to pick up mail that never seems to transfer to her new address. Simply thinking it was a new person moving into the apartment, she walked in without a care in the world. The man looked back and darted up the stairs; but Olivia didn't notice, she was texting Elliot. They're still good friends, but they don't see each other. Kathryn is doing well, Elliot III is enjoying Elementary but his math grades aren't exactly at Elliot's liking.

Finally Liv reaches her door, the painting on the door is different, and so is the number; yet she's 100% sure it's her apartment. Floor, and number down from the last, all the same. The key slips into the door smoothly. Olivia didn't expect for the key to work. "Hello, is anyone here? I'm the old tenant and just came to pick up my mail, Sorry I should've knocked."

"Oh, come on in." A strange, yet familiar voice calls out. She learned from her mistakes and had her gun in a swift reach position. "Hey Olivia." The voice says. Olivia froze not expecting to see a blonde come out from the shadows, and Liv's used to be hallway. "I thought you were in jail!"