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Alex was almost asleep when she heard the front door open. She wasn't frightened. She knew exactly who it was.
She turned over onto her back so that she could see Olivia as she entered the room. It didn't register to wonder why she couldn't hear any footsteps. She only wanted to see her girlfriend.
And there she was, her gorgeous detective, leaning against the frame of the door. There was a sad smile on her face, and Alex hated to think what exactly Olivia had just left from.
"Hey," Alex whispered. Olivia just stood there, staring at her as if she were trying to take in every inch of the beauty that was laying in her bed. "Come to bed," she pleaded, but Olivia appeared to be making no move to come closer.
Finally after Alex's skin was tingling, as if the stare was a caress, Olivia met her eyes and made her way to the bed. She didn't begin undressing. She just slowly walked to the bed and perched on the edge beside Alex, never breaking eye contact.
She slowly raised her hand to run through Alex's hair. It felt only like a light breeze. Olivia placed her other hand in Alex's. It felt as weightless as the sheet covering her lower body and was somehow lacking the warmth that always surrounded Olivia.
I love you. It was only a whisper. She hadn't seen Olivia's lips move, but she had heard the whisper in the air, and she could see it reflecting in her eyes. Eyes that she now noticed were tinged with pain as well as love.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong? You're starting to scare me." After almost a year together, and seeing Olivia numerous times after working a case, Alex had never seen her quite like this.
Olivia slowly shook her head and gave her that sad smile again. She moved her hand from Alex's hair to cup her face and ever so softly stroked her cheekbone with her thumb. There was no more pressure than a butterfly resting on your hand.
She leant over and placed a gentle, chaste kiss on Alex's lips. I love you, she heard again as their lips touched.
Alex shot out of bed in a cold sweat. She looked over to Olivia's side of the bed only to find she was still alone. Just as she somehow knew she would be.
She reached for her phone on the bedside table and dialed the very familiar number. After reaching Olivia's voicemail, she got out of bed and began to quickly dress. She dialed Elliot's number, knowing that something wasn't right.
She was almost out the door when he finally answered. "Alex." The tremble she heard in his voice told her her fears were correct.
"Where," is all she said.