Drifting
She sits on a bed in the crib, cradling her head in her hands holding back tears and frustration. And most importantly weakness. She has to stay strong. Elliot opens the door; he walks in while saying something to his new partner, then signaling a goodbye. He's smiling but when he turns around and sees Olivia the smile leaves his face. He seems confused. He doesn't know whether or not to say anything. Things are still awkward because of the partner change. He lowers his eyebrows now realizing something is wrong.
"You okay?"
She looks up, she never heard him come in over the thoughts in her head. "Yea, yea fine," she says unconvincingly before biting her lip.
"Tough case?"
She sort of chuckles "Yea my ummm my father he's," she stops she finally looses her struggle to stay strong, "We brought a guy in on another rape and when I saw him just- I knew" tear drops run down her face.
He sits down beside her, wrapping his arm around her. She rests her head on his chest and cries uncontrollably. "Shhh," he says holding her close, stroking her hair. Her beeper goes off. She doesn't seem to notice. Elliot reaches down and looks at the pager. An expression of misery washes over him. "It's your partner," he says it so blankly, but she can see his pain when her eyes met his. They sat their, both wondering how they got to that moment.
He brushes away her last tear, letting his thumb slide down her face and lift up her chin. They lean in, their lips barely touching, unsure, his warm breath on her face. Their hearts are racing but everything seems to be going in slow motion. He now finds his hand going down her neck, around her breasts and down to her hip. It is no longer a gentle stroke, but a lustful desire to touch, to feel. They're eyes are still fixed on each other, as if locked into place. They breathe heavily, chests thrusting in and out. He uses her belt loops to lift her up. She strattles him, cupping his face in her warm hands.
"Elliot I-"they kiss as his hands trace the back of her thighs. Her pager is still beeping but the sound is so distant it's as if they've drifted to another world where all they can hear is the sound of they're own pulse. She starts to unbutton his shirt, three buttons down the door slams open. The loud noise along with fear of being caught jolts her off of him. Their once pounding hearts instantly silence. It's her partner.
"Benson where you been? I been pagin' you for 20 minutes," you can hear his thick Brooklyn accent. She sighs not sure how to answer.
"Hey buddy you ever heard of patience?" Elliot says offensively. The new detective obviously doesn't know about Olivia's mother's rape.
"Its okay I'm coming," she walks toward her partner, her eyes still never leaving Elliot's. When the door closes behind her, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He just sits there on the bed, cradling his head in his hands.