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CH 2

They decided to go back to their old sedan and straight to Olivia's neighborhood. Cragen followed them in his own car hoping that the laundry was still open and that Olivia was right, this was just one big coincidence.

"Elliot, slow down!" Olivia yelled, noticing how fast he was driving. Elliot let out a frustrated sigh but didn't relieve any pressure on the pedal. He really wanted to get to that laundry, and fast. Though he was more than sure that the blouses were Olivia's.

Olivia's hand gripped tighter onto the door handle as she stared at the street out of the windshield. She didn't have a good view of the buildings that passed by them, but she thought they were almost in her apartment building. She tried to keep her heart beat at a regular pace while looking how Central Park's trees almost appeared to be a big black wall, that once hit would surely cause their instantaneous deaths. Olivia glanced at the speedometer, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Elliot!" she tried again, but he ignored her, turning right at the corner. "Gosh!" Although she was used to fast driving this was faster than they ever had gone. And she knew Elliot wouldn't listen to her, he wouldn't slow down.

"Where, Olivia?" he demanded to know the laundry's location. She looked out her window trying to guess where they were. "Olivia?!" He demanded, stopping roughly in the middle of the street. She recognized the grocery store where she shopped, however rarely. She tried to remember the directions. "Next street on the left" Elliot could recognize the insecurity in her voice and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Are you sure Olivia?"

"Yes!" She shouted back, uncomfortable with the situation and his seemingly lack of trust. He was worried, and she knew that, but he had always had that attitude problem that could take her nerves out of control.

He hurried in the direction she indicated and in half a minute they were stand in front of the old laundry, the old, closed laundry. Olivia kept in silence, waiting for Elliot's reaction. She could hear Cragen's car parking behind them and the door being slammed shut.

"Shit... What time does it open tomorrow?" Cragen asked his detectives.

"I'm not sure maybe..." Liv tried to remember how many times she had sawn the laundry opened in morning before leaving her apartment.

"You'll stay with me tonight" Elliot demanded without letting her continue.

"No I won't!" She answered. "Elliot, this man can't scare me... That's exactly what he wants!" He made a face. Of course Elliot knew he wouldn't have it easy with this woman, but he could be as stubborn as her.

"I'm not asking you Olivia." She gave him a withering look. "You are not staying alone. He knew where your laundry is Olivia! And I'm sure he knows where you live! You saw how he worked… He's dangerous!"

"I'm not scared Elliot! I'm a cop! I know how to take care of myself!"

"Stop it!" Cragen interrupted the fight. "Olivia, Elliot is right. I don't doubt your capacities as a cop, but I don't want to take any risks."

"We are not even sure they were my clothes!" She complained.

"And until we do, you are not staying alone." Olivia opened her mouth to complain once more but Cragen didn't let her "That's my last word." He moved back to the street receiving the patrol that reached them. "Officers, please escort the detectives home and guard them all night. I'll send a patrol to watch over your apartment Olivia."

"That's not nec-"

"Olivia, come on, let's go. We'll come back tomorrow." Elliot grabbed her arm and started walking almost dragging her back to the car. She fought against his strong hold. She stared at him searching for some stability but she shivered finding something else… he really was scared. "Please" He asked her in a low voice. She nodded back to him and climbed back up to the old Ford without saying another word.

The siren's lights that followed them up to Elliot's building bothered her all the way. At least Elliot wasn't driving like a maniac this time. He was alert to the wet road, wipers moving side to side constantly. "Here we are" He announced parking the car in front of a conventional apartment building. She let out a sigh before stepping out of the car and into the rain. Elliot hurried round the car to reach her with an umbrella. He was alert; looking around to make sure the patrol had parked nearby. When they reached the building's door Elliot opened it, checking the main corridor. Olivia couldn't help to raise an eyebrow to his overprotective behavior.

"Clear" He said letting her in. "There is no elevator, mind to walking up five floors?" She looked at him with doubt. There was no elevator in her building neither and she lived in a fourth floor… why would she mind? "Sorry." He apologized noticing she wasn't comfortable with his attitude.

When they reached his apartment, Elliot hurried to turn on the lights and made sure to securely lock the door. She just waited patiently, standing in the middle of the small living room, inspecting the apartment. There was a two person sofa in front of a flat screen that was hanging on a white wall. On one side of the room she found a shelf, a selection of photographs placed upon it. She focused on them, recognizing the people on the images; each of his children at different ages, Elliot carrying little Eli on his shoulders at Central Park, his parents looking happy and… an unconscious smile spread across her face when she found there the same photo she had at her own apartment. She couldn't help to think how young they used to be, she would never forget the day that photo was taken.

"It's not the best place but… well it's something" He distracted her from her memories bringing her back to the present.

"It's ok. Actually, it's a nice place. I like it." She wasn't lying. The apartment wasn't big but it was comfortable, the kitchen was well decorated, with shelves, a refrigerator, a stove and a sink. Everything looked in order but it was clear that the apartment belonged to a man, a pair of wrinkled clothes were on the sofa and some dirty dishes lay on the coffee table accompanied with a few empty beer bottles. "You know this isn't necessary, right?"

"Stop it Liv. You're staying here. Now let me give you a tour." He pointed to the kitchen "This is 'la cucina' were I cook microwave stuff" She let out a little laugh hearing Elliot talking Italian with a really awful accent. "'la mia cucina' has a perfect view to the comfortable sofa-bed and the T.V, which I really, really enjoy. Now this way we have the bedroom." He let Liv walk in front of him and guided her to the door at the other side of the room. She felt nervous understanding they were going into his bedroom… her partner's bedroom. "It's not a big thing, just the bed, which I don't use too much, the nightstand, the closet, and over there the bathroom." He pointed each thing from the doorframe.

"It's… ahm…clean." What the fuck Olivia? Clean? She wished she had bitten her tongue before have said such a nonsense. "I mean… more than I expected it to be" She tried to fix it immediately. Elliot laughed at her but didn't say a word, she was uncomfortable enough.

"Want to eat something?" He continued walking back to the living room.

"No. I'm not hungry." She answered not knowing where to move. "Actually I'm tired."

"Ok. You should take a bath. Oh! I got a tub!" He said smiling proudly to have found an apartment with a tub. "Let me give you a towel and... You are not sleeping in that" He said referring to her work clothes. He disappeared into his room while Liv hovered, not yet knowing where to go.

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