Fin picks up the phone situated on his desk. Amanda is approaching her desk, as he presses the phone to his ear. The call is brief, and he quickly hangs up.
"We just got a call about a rape in Central Park," she informs him.
"Take Carisi," he informs you.
"Shouldn't we wait on Liv?"
"That was who was on the phone. She called to let us know that she will not be in today."
"Noah is still sick?"
"No. He is responsible for making her sick. She sounded like death warmed over."
"Which means that you are in charge," she assumes.
"For the day," he points out.
The following day Olivia heads off to work, hoping that her nausea will soon subsides. She has barely managed to take a seat at her desk, when Fin knocks on the door. She motions for him to come in.
"You still look a little green around the gills," he observes.
"I'll be fine."
"Are you sure, because if you're not up to snuff…"
She cuts him off, "Fin, I'm fine. What's up?"
"I have a request," he responds.
"Have a seat," she gestures.
"It's not that kind of a request," he reveals.
"What's up?"
"Don't leave me in charge of these hooligans next time. It is like herding cats. I am just saying, I think it is someone else's turn, next time."
"Okay." She agrees, shooting him a questioning look.
"Really?" His eyebrow arches.
"I think that it would be good for Amanda to have some experience being in charge."
"Great."
"Is that all?"
"Don't grill Carisi too much about his injury," he answers as he turns to leave the room.
"Whoa! Hold it. What injury?"
He turns back around, "He's got a contusion to his face. He will be fine. It looks worse than it is."
"Fin, what happened?"
"He had a little incident when he was chasing a suspect."
"He was assaulted?"
"I wouldn't call it that."
"What would you call it?"
"Wrong place, wrong time."
"Did he apprehend the suspect?"
"Only because he was laughing so hard he stopped running."
"Why?"
"In the middle of the chase Carisi tripped. In the process of trying to keep from hitting the pavement he reached out to catch himself. He grabbed an elderly lady's purse. She thought he was purse snatcher. She broke his fall with a pretty stiff left hook."
"Was an incident report filled out?"
"It was. All of the proper procedures were followed after we stopped laughing. A passerby caught it on video, so it may or may not be on youtube."
"Great."
"Lorraine met with the police commissioner herself. She suggested that the NYPD stop hiring young hoodlums, with no respect for their elders."
"How old was Lorraine, excactly?"
"She is an eighty-nine year old woman who went to the drug store to pick up her prescription."
"How bad can it be?"
"She wasn't a body builder."
"I sense a but," she responds.
"However, she does lift five pound weights every day, in order to prevent further osteoporosis."
Amanda enters the locker room, and hears the sound of retching. She doesn't immediately investigate. She opens her locker, and peers inside. She studies her provisions, and finds a fresh, unopened bottle of mouth wash on the top shelf. She grabs the travel size bottle, and heads into the bathroom. She leans against the sink, waiting for the occupant to exit. She hears the door unlatch, and her superior comes out.
Olivia stops at the sink, but says nothing. Without a single word Amanda offers her a bottle of Scope. Olivia nods, and swishes the green liquid around her oral cavity. She spits into the sink, and grabs a paper towel. She washes her hands, and finds Amanda still standing suspiciously close.
"This is like day six of the stomach bug. At what point do you start to wonder if you have something going on other than the norovirus?"
Olivia shrugs, feeling defeated, and drained, "That is a good question."
"I am not trying to pry…" Amanda begins.
"Then don't."
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
Olivia furrows her brow, "Really?! I am too damn old for that."
Amanda shrugs, "I don't know your life."
"That ship has sailed."
"You're clearly not getting any better. Why don't you check in with your doctor?"
"I will do that."
"You say that, but I don't buy it. You never take time to meet your own needs. You're always too busy taking care of your squad, or your son."
"I am sure that it is just some food poisoning. If it doesn't clear up by tomorrow I promise I will go to the doctor."
"I will drag you there if I have to."
"Fin is right," she mutters under her breath.
Amanda furrows her brow, "About what?"
"I shouldn't leave him in charge."
"Why not?"
"You are more cut out for it."
"I certainly wouldn't let someone get a shiner from an elderly woman on my watch."
"I actually already scheduled a doctor's appointment. I won't be in until around nine. Can you hold down the fort until then?"
"Absolutely," Rollins agrees.
That night, at home Olivia tosses, and turns. No matter where she lands in the bed she can't seem to get comfortable. She sighs in defeat, when she hears little footsteps coming her way.
"Mommy?"
She sits up in bed, and reaches over to turn on the light, "Huh?"
"I had a bad dream."
She scoots toward the middle of the bed, and pulls back the covers, "Come on."
He snuggles up next to her. She eventually doses off to the feeling of cold feet on her legs, and the smell of strawberry shampoo.
