Chapter 2

"Hey, what was that?" Elliot asked when he entered the locker room. Olivia was pacing back and forth, rubbing her hands together as she often did when she was anxious or nervous about something.

"What? Nothing," she said casually, shaking her head.

"Bullshit. What was so special about that ring?"

"Nothing. Really." She walked past Elliot and left him standing alone in the locker room, his eyes narrowed in an expression of confusion and suspicion. Finally he shook his head and left the room.

Olivia and Elliot both had paperwork to finish. Elliot wanted to know what had caused Olivia to act so strangely, but he knew pushing the issue would just make her angry, and she was already irritated at being put on desk duty until she finished her paperwork. So he kept his mouth shut and decided he would get it out of her later.

After almost three hours of interrogating the suspect, Fin and Lake came out of the interrogation room and walked over to Liv's desk. "He says he won't tell us anything until he talks to you," Lake said.

"Too bad," Olivia said, not looking up at Lake.

That was very unlike Olivia. Elliot couldn't imagine what would make her turn down an interrogation in favour of paperwork. Whatever had happened to her when she saw that ring, it had something to do with their suspect, Elliot was sure of it. "Liv, you have to."

"You know what? I really don't."

"The bastard raped a 4 year old, Liv. If we have to drag you in there kicking and screaming to get his confession, we'll do it," Lake said. Olivia was surprised by the coldness of his voice. She didn't really like Lake; not because of anything he did but just because they didn't click, but she had never had a problem with him, and she'd never heard him sound so cold.

She stood up, glaring at Lake for a minute, then got up and headed for the interrogation room, pausing at the door to take a deep breath. Fin, Lake and Elliot all stood on the other side of the two-way mirror, eager to watch. Elliot hoped he could figure out what Olivia's issue was.

Travis Sidlick had been seen at the park frequently where witnesses had claimed to have seen him talking to the young girl, Samantha Marino. Her mother suspected something was wrong and, through some coaxing with a psychiatrist, had gotten her to open up about being molested. They didn't have a rape kit, but her description matched several other young girls' stories. Travis was an alcoholic and looked old, tired, and washed up. It wasn't surprising given his alcohol abuse.

"Wow," Travis said when Olivia entered the room. She didn't sit down, just stood as far from him as possible with her arms crossed. "I'd almost forgotten what you look like. You're even more beautiful than I remember."

"They have history?" Fin asked.

Elliot shrugged, "Guess so."

"What do you want, Travis?" Olivia's voice was ice cold.

"I just want to talk," he said.

"Good. Tell me what about Samantha."

"I don't want to talk about that, I want to talk about you."

"You don't get to choose what we talk about."

"Then I'm not talking at all." He crossed his arms and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair.

"You have some nerve using this as an excuse to talk to me. What the hell are you even doing in New York?" Olivia said, sitting down across the table from Travis.

"It's as much my home as it is yours, Liv. You can't keep me out of the city just because you want it all to yourself."

"Why'd you hide your face when you came in?"

"I knew you worked here, and I didn't want you to see me. I didn't think I could face you. But I changed my mind. You owe me an explanation and I'm here to collect."

"I don't owe you anything," Olivia said angrily.

"You disappeared, without a word, what the hell was I supposed to think?"

"You sure didn't race off to find me."

"I thought you needed your space."

"For nearly 20 years? That's an awful lot of space, Travis."

"Tell me the truth, you didn't want to see me ever again, did you?"

Olivia paused, then looked straight into his eyes and said, "No. I didn't." She got up and left the room.

Okay, so a lot is going on with Liv right now, clearly. But I promise, this story is about a lot more than just Liv's personal issues, I've got a pretty interesting story floating around in my head with another chilling 'bad guy'. Updates might be a little slow for a while cause I have to make sure everything works before I post it, and I'm trying to coordinate certain events with another fanfic I'm writing, so be patient! Oh, and I need some help from everyone rading this. The room attached to the interrogation room, where Cragen and Huang usually stand to keep an eye on the detectives, is there a specific name for that room? I need to know cause I mention it a few times in the story.