AN: Monday's never felt so good.
CHAPTER 2: MONDAY
"You okay?"
He comes up behind her at the coffee station as she pours herself a generous cup.
Her hands shake a little at his presence.
They hadn't talked about it.
Not in depth.
Having woken up both just as blindsided as each other, there wasn't much to say. The last thing she had remembered was lying down to close her eyes on a Saturday afternoon - he had said similar. They had both laid down on their respective beds on opposite ends of town and woken up together the next morning.
Practically naked.
They had gone to the doctors to get themselves checked out, a blood test, a physical and an MIR.
Olivia had foregone a rape kit..
They were still waiting on the results.
They hadn't talked about the hickeys on her body or the slickness between her legs or the red raw scratches of passion that lined his back. And they certainly hadn't talk about the fact that she had felt fucked six ways from Sunday.
She had simply gone home, showered and chalked it up to a heavy night of drinking.
Even though they both knew that was far from the case.
"This isn't normal," Elliot whispers across their desks just incase she thought it was.
Her eyes lift up to his.
"We need to talk to someone," he says to her blank expression.
"And who do you propose we talk to?" She worries the file in her hands before she finally looks away.
"I don't know, a shrink, a neurologist.. people don't just wake up having no recollection of the past 24 hours Olivia," a few beats pass before he says it.
"Particularly not in the state we were found in."
Her eyes flit back up to his again and it's enough to gain his full attention. It's the first time he's hinted at anything beyond the two of them simply sleeping in the same bed together and she takes the bait.
"And what state was that Elliot?" She presses.
Imagery of her lace-clad body beneath him pounds through his chest, his mind still processing the lipstick marks he'd found on the most intimate parts of his body.
What state had they found themselves in?
Royally fucked.
She gets home that night and almost trips at her door.
A yellow envelope was left perched on her doorstep beneath her feet.
She bends down to scoop it up, hastily digging the keys into the lock and twisting the door open. She drops her bag, shrugs off her coat and turns the yellow envelope over in her palm.
O.L.I.V.I.A.B.E.N.S.O.N
Her eyes scan the hand written letters. Black magic marker bleeds across the envelope like a watermark and her face crinkles in response.
She opens the lip of the envelope carefully, knowing full well she will get Warner to run it for saliva DNA.
A little white card falls out onto the counter and when she shakes the open envelope further, a small blue plastic piece of hardware skitters across marble.
She turns the card over.
'So many questions.
So many lies,
And all of it stored
on one little flash drive.'
She had drained half the glass of red before she got the nerve to slip the flash dive into her laptop but it took mere seconds for the icon to flash up.
'NONAME '
She took a few measured breaths before she double clicked on the E/: drive to reveal a video file.
Her fingers start to tremble slightly as she uses the tracking pad to hover the mouse over the file.
She doesn't know quite what to expect when she clicks it. Her first instinct is to first call Morales or Elliot but she simply closes her eyes, swallows her anxiety and double clicks on the icon.
The video file goes full screen before footage of a bed comes into focus.
She immediately thinks it's a crime scene, some unhinged peverted perp taunting her from afar with footage of his victims but as the dimly lit bedroom comes into view so does a shadowy figure.
Elliot.
Her breath catches, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest.
Her eyes rake over his form as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed and slowly peals off his tie before unbuttoning his shirt.
A few beats pass until another figure slowly comes into view.
Olivia, slipping cherry red material down her body and over her hips before she's moving Elliot backwards and climbing up the length of him.
TBC
AN: Shall we take a poll on how much of that vid Olivia watched?
A. Just that first bit. B. The entire thing.. twice. C. She invited Elliot over to watch the rest.
Happy Monday!
