The return
Chapter 2
By: Kary G.
A/N: Sorry for this short chapter.
The sunrays made their way into the dark room providing some light. Detective Olivia Benson slept in her bed that is until the sunrays gently caressed her face. Her big brown eyes opened and quickly notice that she was in her bedroom and not in the sofa sleeping. "Where's Elliot?" she thought. She stood up and with sleepy eyes walked to the bathroom to take a shower. She stepped into the shower and turned the faucets until hot water attacked her whole body.
The steamed quickly filled the room but that didn't stop her to enjoy a few moments in the shower. After thirty minutes she decided it was time to finish. She wrapped a towel around her body and another one around her chestnut hair that stopped in her shoulders. She then moved to the mirror and with her hand wiped away the steamed. She stayed there a few minutes contemplating her face.
Somehow Elliot popped up in her mind and her cheeks changed to a pink color. Why was she feeling different around him? Was she in love with her partner? No…That was crazy. She couldn't be in love. For god's sake the man was married…was…that word meant past, right? But…But he had four kids. He wasn't interested in her…was he? Then why in the world did he invite her tonight to god knows where. After all he was divorced but still she felt she was intervening with Elliot's family.
Olivia realized that she was still with a towel around her body and another one in her hair. She opened the door of her bathroom and walked to her closet to see what she was going to wear now and tonight. She kept going through her clothes until she found something comfortable to wear. After changing she moved to the kitchen to eat some fruits and to watch some T.V.
**8:00 p.m.**
Elliot looked in the mirror trying to do his tie. After struggling with his tie Elliot walked out of the door ready to pick up his partner.
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Olivia took the black dress out of her closet and without wasting any time she put the dress on. The dress was strapless defining her figure and showing her legs. Her hair was down like a cascade of small curls. Her ears had some diamond earrings and a necklace to match with it. Her right hand had a small diamond ring and her left wrist had a bracelet. Finally, she wore silver heels.
She looked in the mirror and applied some pink pale gloss to her lips. And then she heard the doorbell. She hurried to the door. Her heart rate increase and her hands were beginning to shake. She opened the door but to her surprise nobody was there. She looked down and saw an enormous bouquet of red roses.
A smile formed in her lips, she took the roses inside her apartment and looked for the small card that was hidden between the red flowers. But no card was hid in the flowers!
The fear was starting to fill her entire body. Suddenly, her phone rang making her jump, she moved to the kitchen and took the phone in her hand placing it on her ear.
"Hello," she said waiting for the other person to answer.
A male voice greeted her and said: "I'm back Olivia and this time you'll be mine. Oh, by the way that black dress that you are wearing makes you look so sexy. I can't wait to see you, to smell your beautiful hair, to kiss your lips and to feel your skin against mine" and after that the line went dead.
The phone slipped out of her hands hitting the floor and her eyes grew wide, she didn't know what to do. She hurried to her bedroom and took her gun out of a cabinet that was next to the bed. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks listening to someone screaming outside her apartment, it sounded like a male voice screaming for help until she heard a shot being fired.
Olivia ran outside with gun in hand, she opened the door slowly and saw blood in the floor. Not a body just blood. She kneeled down letting her fingertips touched the reddish liquid noticing that it was not real but it was too late. A man ran behind her and put a cloth in her mouth. The world around her became black and was spinning around so fast. "Elliot! Elliot I need you!" her mind yelled for her partner. After struggling with her attacker she gave up and passed out in the arms of that stranger.