One shot fiction, Olivia's P.O.V. from the Paternity episode. I figured that she was saying something in her mind when she went through that whole ordeal. Rated T I suppose. Don't own nothing wish I did Tell me what you think I have some more Stories up my sleeves but I want to know how this goes first. Thank you!
Warmth
I know, I lost him, I knew it from the start. From the moment I saw him with Danni Beck, those two at my desk, the day I wanted to come back; yet he never wanted to mention her, I knew it was starting. From the moment he told me he was back at home, it was made official then; I knew for a fact that I lost him. It doesn't matter that I lost him honestly, the fact still remains that I never had him how can you lose something you never had? I can't be so judgmental because although I never had him there was still something there, but now I know for sure that something is now nothing..
The world is whirling at a much faster pace than usual. What's going on I haven't a clue, what am I doing here? So many clashing sounds and panicked voices what led to this and damn my head. Suddenly he comes bolting through the doors, 'Oh my, Kathy!' I try to explain extending my hands out to him "Elliot" but I get shoved aside. His air was cold and filled with frustration. I deserve that much, it was indeed my fault. Everything has been 'my fault' and will always be my fault according to him. Capturing more bullshit than ever before sometimes I wonder if I go back undercover would that make him a better person? Maybe I'm the reason for his frustration, damn I feel like a fool. How did this happen I was not distracted or anything. After this I'm going to find my way back to the precinct just to hear that Danni's back. Especially with the circumstances I'm going to find myself on a two week vacation. He appears from the nursery beaming with fatherly pride. I suppose everything is alright as the joy portrayed among his face. My actions are force to join his, to encourage the atmosphere he's swimming in. It's not that I'm not happy that they both are ok it's just that that's all that matters. The baby is ok that's all that matters, it's done Kathy is safe the baby is safe that's all that ever did matter. We go our separate ways like it's always been keep the smile that can fool the world. I try but this mask falling from my face, as soon as the mask revealed my true colors; I find myself wrapped in his embrace. My heart working overtime trying to cope with the situation yet my lungs seize to function as it to captures the moment. From his tight grasp to expressive fingertips, it gave me a message that no words could fill. No words need be said, I can feel it in the message; I close my eyes this must be an illusion. Open once more I'm still in the same predicament. Listen closely, and I will hear his heat work with mine as they get more hours then overtime. But you pull back and give that look, I've seen it many times before but now what does it mean? We hold a conversation, proceeding down the hospital corridor as if we were the best friends. It's strictly business to the face of the world, but I know it's something more and from the beat of your heart you know it also.