" How dare you?" was all I could whisper.
I stood there, watching the man I love, pull away from his new partner, shocked, and slightly embarrassed. He wiped a bit of lipstick from his lips, and sucked in a sharp breath.
" I was your partner for seven years!" I continued to whisper, with the emphasis on the years. " And you're with her for not even seven weeks, and you're already…"
I trailed off shaking my head. I couldn't bring my self to say it. He had KISSED her. How dare he?
I was gone for not 2 months, and during that time he had managed to make out with his new partner. Who replaced ME. Me, his partner, his best friend! The one who he knew he could always fall back on, the one who he could always count on.
How dare he?
Whether he loved me or not was not even the issue. The fact that he had done this in front of me, the fact that he had done this the day I returned. I was gone for 2 months, and this was how he showed me he missed me? Every day I thought about him, pined for him, but this is what he did? Make out with some chick whose husband got whacked?
How dare he?
I was ready to run into his arms, ready to just relax in his embrace. It looked like someone has taken that spot though. She's in his arms, not me. I'm not worth it to him. After years of me taking care of him, putting up with all of his SHIT, I'm not the one in his arms.
How dare he?
I loved him, I loved him with all my heart. I gave him everything I had. Every moment of my time, every ounce of compassion was devoted to him. What did he give me in return?
A slap in the face, you could call it.
How dare he?
I know where this started. It started the day I sat on that bench outside that hospital room, and he told me I would have taken the shot. I WOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN THE SHOT. I could have done it a hundred times, and the result would have been the same. I saved his life, and the way he repaid me was by telling me we couldn't be partners. Seven damn years, seven years of perfection, then I save his life and it's all over?
How dare he?
I miss the days when we were together, so in synch. That's what I told my case agent, that we were "in synch." But that really was true. It was almost like we could read each other's minds. This led to the bond we developed, the bond I thought was unbreakable. But now I see, he would throw it all away, for this girl.
How dare he?
So I took a deep breath and I told him. One by one I listed every way he had broken my heart. Every way he had just torn me apart. And he just stood there, his mouth half open, shifting from foot to foot. I expected him to be angry, I expected him to yell at me, because his personal life was none of my business. But he closed his mouth, and a tear began to trickle down his cheek. With that I began to sob.
Ok, I wrote this right after I saw the preview for next week's l&o which shows Stabler making out with Beck. So I sat down at my computer and wrote everything I thought Olivia should have been feeling if she saw that.
Please review if you think I should write a sequel from Elliot's p.o.v, or any sequel for that matter. If you don't think I should, review anyways! EO damnit!
