Chapter 3- I'm glad your here
Elliot walked to the nearest bus terminal, and got on a bus back to Manhattan. The journey back to Manhattan was uncomfortable for Elliot, as a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind. Why did she not come to me? Her best friend; her partner of eleven years; the shoulder she can cry on; the friend she can laugh and joke with; the one person she can always count and rely on. Elliot was frustrated because he did not know what to do. When he got back to his apartment, his house phone was ringing, and when he looked at the caller ID, it was Cragen. Great, this is all I need, Cragen calling to ask me into work on my day off. Elliot was in no mood to listen to Cragen right now, so he disconnected the phone. He sat down on the couch, and rested his elbows on his knees. His cell phone sat on the coffee table in front of him, and he stared at it expecting it to ring. The next time Elliot looked up at the clock on the wall it was 9:30pm. He had sat in the same position the entire day, waiting for the cell to ring. He took the phone to his bedroom, lay down on the bed, and curled up in a ball with the phone beside him.
It was 3:00am and Elliot awoke to the sound of the doorbell. He wearily stumbled off the bed, and headed to the intercom. "Yes." he questioned sleepily. "El…" was all he heard through the sound of tears. He quickly buzzed the person in and waited until they knocked on the door. About two minutes later, Elliot opened the door to reveal the women he had been following earlier. She had tearstains down her cheeks, her eyes were bloodshot and she looked absolutely terrified. Not to mention, it had been raining heavily outside and she was soaked. At this sight, Elliot's hearted shattered into very tiny pieces as he wrapped himself around her protectively and shut the door. He walked her to his room and took off her jacket that was soaking wet. He pulled one of his sweatshirts over her head and she climbed into the bed beside him. She was freezing. Elliot snuggled in close to her and pulled the duvet around her too. For hours he just lay there, embracing the fact that he had her back, and that he was never going to let her go again. He could feel that she had warmed up and he could saw she was staring up at the ceiling. "I'm so sorry," she croaked after another long silence. "I didn't know were else to go." Elliot kissed the top of her forehead as he fixed some of her hair back behind her ear. "It's okay, I'm just glad you're here, Liv."
"I don't even no were to start Elliot, everything is just so messed up." She said as she turned away from Elliot, incase he saw her crying. "Why are you in Hempstead?" He asked softly. "I don't know, our daughter goes to school their," she blurted out quietly without thinking. "Our daughter?" Elliot said in shock. Olivia looked at him with terrified eyes and got up from the bed. She sat on the window seat in Elliot's room and peered through the curtains at the city below. "Do you remember what happened between us 3 months before I…" she replied without looking in Elliot's direction. "Yeah." Elliot replied remembering back to one of the best nights of his life. Olivia and him had gone out to the Christmas party at work, had a little too much to drink and ended up together back at Elliot's, in Elliot's bed. He had been so loving, kind, caring and respectful to her, even though he was drunk, asking her if she was sure she wanted to do this, and when her reply was satisfactory to Elliot, in that she knew what she was doing, it just happened, and they both felt a very strong bond and connection that night that still was in their minds.