A/N: Set in S14... If you have any questions let me know. I haven't written in forever so sorry if this is awful! just an idea I had for a story. this chapter is super short, but I'll update tomorrow!
Olivia sat in the courtroom that had, by now, emptied out. She had just been sitting there for what seemed like forever just thinking about how screwed up this whole thing was.
Cragen was accused of murdering a hooker, they had a hearing to determine his bail and he was remanded to prison for the duration of the trial. It as ridiculous, how could this be happening, obviously he wasn't guilty but this was rough on her. It had been about a year ago that Cragen told her Elliot wasn't coming back and now she was close to losing another person.
She was lost in her thoughts, possible suspects, possible scenarios that could explain what had happened to that girl.
The evidence was damn good; it was a strong case against him. She thought to herself shaking her head. A jury would have to realize he didn't do that. That he couldn't do that, wouldn't they? She clenched her jaw trying to keep it together.
Just then she was startled by a hand on her shoulder, she looked up and was even more surprised at who was standing there. It was Elliot.
Her breath caught and she was flooded with a bunch of more emotions, she couldn't believe he was standing here. The strongest emotion that she felt was anger, so that's what she went with.
She shot up from where she was sitting and spun around. "What the hell are you doing here?" she spat at him.
"I heard Cragen was arrested and I just wanted to see –"
"Well you're a little late" she interrupted him. She narrowed her eyes then walked past him quickly, trying to get out of there as fast as she could.
"Liv, wait." He said turning and grabbing her arm before she got a chance to walk past his reach.
'His reflexes were still as good as ever' she thought. 'Damn him.' She felt her heart start to beat faster, she was trying her best to keep her breathing steady, to not let his touch affect her or throw her off anymore than seeing him already had.
"Don't touch me and don't call me that." She growled at him pulling her arm away from his hold.
He wasn't surprised she was angry with him, it was understandable, he had left, he had hurt her, and he knew that. But he was shocked at one thing, the look in her eyes; he had never seen that in all the years he had known Olivia. His heart sunk. That look of anger and pain and betrayal paralyzed him, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak. He just stood and looked at her.
She looked at him for a second, as if she was waiting for him to say something, but before he knew it she was gone.
He had missed his chance, again.
