My kind of Rain
rated: K+
By: Tria
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the law and order svu characters nor do I own the song.
Olivia's POV
It was more of the same old same old at the 1-6. The latest case set a dismal feel in the squad room, but what else was new. It was getting late and Munch and Fin had started to gather their things to go home. I look up at my partner, at the signs if physical and emotional exhaustion. The divorce had been finalized for a couple weeks now but I really don't think he's adjusting well. I wish he would just talk to me and tell me what was going on in that head of his. I've always been able to look into his eyes and see what he was thinking, but now all I see is a sea of staring back at me. I can't help but think that there's something that he wants to tell me, but he's not sure how to do it, or even sure if he knows what he wants to way entirely. I sigh and bid Munch and Fin goodnight as they head out the door, back to the meek lives this job has left us outside of these walls. I turn back to the paperwork that I've been pretending to work on. In reality I finished all my paperwork about 45 minutes ago, I'm just worried about Elliot. My eyelids start to fall and I know I can't take much more of this. "Hey El?" I say to get his attention.
"Yeah?" he says without looking up from his desk.
"Why don't you head home, I think we've done enough for one day."
"What about you?" he asks
"I'm gonna head home too, I just gotta grab something from my locker."
He finally looks up and nods. "Ok." He starts gathering his stuff and putting on his coat.
I take a deep breath and tell him " El if there's anything you wanna talk about you know I'm always here right?"
"Yeah I know." he says with a small grateful smile.
He turns and stars out of the squad room, but he stops half way through the door. "Liv...I ..uh...you... you're my kind of rain." I give him a questioning look, but he continues out the door.
I just shake my head and head to the locker room, deep in though. 'What the hell was that supposed to mean. I'm his kinda rain. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Rain sounds kinda depressing, he wouldn't say that I make him sad...would he? God I swear that man lives to confuse me. I don't even realize that I'm already in font of my locker and almost walk right past it. I quickly enter the combination a whip open the door. I start pulling out my purse, keys, but when I reach down for my gym bag I stop to look at the pictures on the inside of my door. On top there's a picture of me and my mother, one of few good times with her where she wasn't drunk. My eyes finally lie on the picture in the center. It's a picture of Elliot and I, taken when neither of us were paying attention. I don't really remember what we were talking about at the time but we're both laughing and he's arms wrapped around my shoulder. I smile as I look at the photo, that's what I miss. I need the more carefree Elliot back, and the one that was not afraid to tell me what he's thinking or feeling. Now it just seems I was just there to clean up his messes and stop him before he did something stupid. No matter what he did it didn't change the way I feel, and nothing was gonna stop me from continuing to help him. I slam my locker door and head out to my car, a couple hours sleep would help clear my head.
As I approach my car I can see something placed on my windshield. My cop instincts kicks in at fists as I scan the area for any sign that I wasn't alone. My curiosity gets the best of me and I grab the object. It's a CD in a case. 'God could this day get anymore confusing.' I take it with me and climb in the car. I stare at it for a while before opening it up and looking for a note. But there's not one. With nothing better to do with it I slide it into the CD player of my car, and a song begins to play.
She sits quietly there So I wait She's my kind of rain She's the sun set shadows She's my kind of rainLike love from a drunken sky So I wait She's my kind of rain She's my kind of rain She's my kind of rain
"She's my kind of rain
Like love in a drunken sky
She's confetti falling
Down all night
Like water in a jar
Says, Baby why are you
Trembling like you are
And I try
I confess like a child
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
She's like Rembrandt's light
She's the history that's played at night
She's my lost companion
She's my dreaming tree
Together in this brief eternity
Summer days, winter snows
She's all things to behold
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
And I try
I confess all my crimes
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
Like love from a drunken sky
Confetti falling down all night
She's my kind of rain
Oh, rain on me
She's my kind of rain"
I have a few tears slowly running down my face as the songs ends. It all mad sense know, there was something that he wanted to tell me and this was his way of telling me.
