Olivia stood near the edge of the bed over her partner. Elliot laid on his side and seemed calm despite how sad and upset he had been before deciding to pass out in the squad bunk room. She noticed that he didn't even try to make the trip home to his empty dwelling. Kathy had made another stake in leaving him. Olivia knew he was hurting.
Elliot could feel her in the room. He knew she was near. Even in his unhappy unconscious state he was relieved to know she was here. He began to fight the sleep off to open his eyes.
"Liv?"
she walked around to the other side of the bed to face the front of him. He could see the strength draining from her slumped shoulder and weary eyes.
"Liv, you need to grab some sleep." She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. "Someone needs to be up to grab the tip hotline. You go back to sleep, I will be fine El."
She rubbed his shoulder then turned to walk away. He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her down to the bed. He scooted back to make more room in front of him and threw an arm across her body then almost immediately seem to settle back into sleep. His arm hung from the sleeve of his bottom up that he had rolled and shoved up to his bicep. She did not react quickly; she lay there letting the warmth from his exposed arm seep through her. She shifted to lie even more comfortably under the cover of his arm; her body's curve seemed to fit so well in his. She took a few quiet breaths and slipped off into her own slumber.
She could hear a phone ringing; that was his ringtone. He pulled his arm from her body, reached into his pocket and answered the call.
"Hm, yeah, okay thanks for keeping me posted Fin." He knew he had at least another hour before Fin hauled this jackass dealer from the corner where their victim was found. He closed his eyes. Should I get up? He thought technically he was a few signatures away from being a divorced man. So honestly he was not worried about that aspect of this situation but this honestly felt so good with them just lying together, sharing an intimate area. He pulled her a little closer, slightly nuzzling at her hair.
She didn't mind these late hours. She dedicated them to the victims. Staying here to make sure she did not miss a moment from one development to another. She was not missing anything by not going to her lonely domicile. No one was waiting for her to get home. No one was at her home angry that she barely made it home by breakfast some days. But especially tonight she was glad to have stayed here. His arm had returned to her and pulled her even closer, she laid her arm on his. Olivia slipped back into her sleep.