Chapter 2- Work
A/N: Sorry for the delay but I had a science paper that I needed to finish. So here is the chapter that is based off of the song Rent.
"How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day? Headlines- rape- crimes blow my mind and now this deadline "get fired or work!" Elliot said rummaging through papers on his desk.
"How do you write a song when the chords sound wrong thought they were sounding right and rare? When the notes are sour where is the pour you once had to ignite the air?" Fin complained.
"And we're hungry and tired," Elliot yawned.
"Some life that we've chosen," Fin chuckled putting his guitar back down and going over to his desk.
"How we gonna solve? How we gonna solve? How we gonna solve? Last month's case," they both said looking at each other.
"We light candles," Elliot exclaimed.
"How do you start a fire when there's nothing to burn and it feels like something's stuck in you flue?" Fin said bringing over a metal trashcan.
"How can you generate heat when you can't feel your feet?" Elliot said rubbing his hands together.
"And they're turning blue," they said gathering useless papers and throwing them into the can.
"You light up a mean blaze," Elliot said dropping some in.
"With posters," Fin said dropping 'Wanted' posters in.
"And screenplays," Elliot said throwing more in.
"How we gonna solve? How we gonna solve? How we gonna solve? Last month's case," they both said looking at each other again.
"Don't screen, Olivia it's me- Casey your favorite Assistant District Attorney. Hey, hey, hey! Did you eat? Don't change the subject Olivia but darling- you haven't eaten all day," Casey said agitated over the phone to Olivia. "You won't throw up. You won't throw up. The digital delay…didn't blow up, exactly. There may have been one teeny tiny spark," Casey said worried. "You're not calling Elliot!" Casey barked with frustration.
John fell to his knees. "How do stay on your feet when on every street it's 'trick or treat' and tonight it's 'trick'!" John fell back up against a building. " 'Welcome back to town.' I should lie down. Everything's brown and uh-oh I feel sick."
"Where is he?" Elliot asked looking at Fin.
"Getting dizzy," John said crawling to the dumpster.
"How we gonna solve? How we gonna solve? How we gonna solve? Last month's case," Elliot and Fin rushed around the office going through folders of cases.
Don answered his cell phone as he was getting into his car. "Lizzy baby- you sound sad. I don't believe those two after everything I've done. Ever since our wedding I'm dirt- they'll see. I can help them all out in the long run," Don assured Elizabeth.
"Olivia- I'm not a theatre person," Casey said over the phone. "Could never be a theatre person," she cried.
Olivia abruptly hangs up with Casey and immediately calls Elliot.
Elliot answered. "Hello? Liv? Your equipment won't work? Ok, all right, I'll go!"
Everyone in the office stood up. "How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out 'til you're torn apart. Work!" Fin stands up with them. "How can you connect in an age where friends, bosses, lovers, your own blood cells betray?"
"We're not gonna solve!" Elliot and Fin yelled.
"We're not gonna solve!" The rest of the office chimed.
"Last month's case, this month's case, next month's case! Work, work, work, work, work! We're not gonna do work!" All of them chanted.
" 'Cause everything is work!" Elliot and Fin said before they both sat back down.