Olivia shrugged her jacket on as she headed to end her shift. She stopped when she saw Elliot hunched over his computer, the same wrinkled suit on he'd been wearing for two days. A little girl had gone missing and all they'd found was her body.
"El-" Olivia began against better judgement. All she got was a caveman like grunt. "It's late. I know your brain is fried because mine is. There's nothing you can do right now that you can't in the morning." She pleaded, tired. Elliot shook his head slightly.
"That little girl is lying in the morgue-"
"Elliot, go home." He shook his head no.
"Can't do that." He grunted never looking from his screen. With an exasperated sigh, Olivia slinked out of her peacoat. She took a seat across from Elliot and turned her computer on. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her, realizing how tired she and everyone else looked too.
"We can't both be sleep deprived. Go get some sleep, Olivia." He barked, ignoring the fact that the real reason he didn't want to go was because there was no kids or Kathy there.
Olivia smiled tiredly. "Sorry, can't do that." It was then he realized how patient of a partner he had.