.Memories That Live On
AN: Welcome back! Here is chapter 3. Thank you to those that reviewed. Read and Review!
The flight to Chicago was peaceful at least in the sense that there was only light turbulence, but as for everything else the plane ride was even more nerve-wracking considering the reason they were flying to Chicago. Memories and flashbacks began to overwhelm her as she attempted to rest. For some reason after the conversation she had, had with Erin she felt exhausted both mentally and physically.
Olivia was lucky that Rollins and Fin didn't ask many questions. Although, when Olivia thought about it they probably knew by now that even if they did ask she wouldn't answer. All that was left for them to do was wait for the plane to touch down and hope that they apprehended this guy as quickly as possible.
Once they arrived at the District 21 precinct in Chicago things actually seemed peaceful for a change. There were no cops running in and out of the station as there were the last time they had been in Chicago. In fact, today seemed to be a slow day, but Olivia knew just how deceiving perceptions and looks could be.
When approaching the front desk Olivia and her team were greeted by the familiar face of Sergeant Platt. The woman smiled upon seeing Olivia. There was an unspoken kinship between the two of them most likely due to the fact that they were both women with years of experience and mostly male dominated work force.
"I'm here to see Voight as always." Olivia said with a slight chuckle.
Sergeant Platt, having great respect for the woman gave a slight chuckle. "It seems that Hank has been needing your assistance quite a bit lately." Then she reached below the counter to buzz the woman and her team in. "Go on up. You know the drill, and if you need anything don't hesitate to ask." Platt said with a smile.
Olivia started to make her way toward the stairs before she stopped and turned to Platt and leaned in before saying, "I'm really sorry about what happened to Nadia. If you ever need to vent just let me know. We can go out for drinks. The veterans of this trade have got to stick together right?"
Platt nodded, and with that Olivia made her way up the stairs, all the while attempting to prepare herself mentally for the storm she knew was about to come.
She forced herself not to flinch as he held the gun to her head yet again.
"You think that you've put people through hell? It will rain back down on you." She said in an attempt to strike even the slightest bit of fear into his heart.
She watched as he smiled realizing that her attempt to scare him into realizing had failed to work yet again, and she found herself waiting for him to react.
She watched as he pulled the gun back and scratched his head. "You know what?" Lewis asked. His smile gotten even bigger as he saw her tense up. "Let it rain."
It was the memory of the blow to her head from the bud of her own gun and the sharp pain that followed that brought her back to reality once more.
Olivia rubbed her temples as she felt a headache start to form at the back her skull. She seemed to always get headaches whenever she had a flashback or remembered something these days. She wasn't about to kid herself either because she knew that her headaches would only get worse as long as this perp was out there recreating the scenes from her worst nightmares.
She was pulled out her thoughts by the sound of someone calling her name repeatedly. She shook herself out of her reverie and found herself face to face with Lindsay who was attempting to take her bags from her.
"Hey sorry- thank you." She said as she let Erin take her bags and set them done in the barracks.
"Don't be. Take a seat. Voight's on the phone, but as soon as he gets out her we can begin." She said before she went to her desk.
Olivia watched as she leaned against the wall on her shoulder with her arms crossed, her signature pose apparently. She watched as Erin rummaged through her desk before she appeared in front of her with a manila folder in hand.
She smiled gently before she handed Olivia the folder. "I believe this belongs to you," she said.
Olivia looked at her momentarily confused before she looked inside the file to find that it was her file. Her statement and the transcript of the statement that she had given to the grand jury as well as photographs of her injuries and that of those that she had given to Lewis were in there. Absentmindedly Olivia found herself bringing her hand up to run along one of the many scars that Lewis had given her when he put his cigarette out on her as her eyes landed on pictures of her scared chest, abdomen, back, and thighs. He had used her as if she was a human fucking as tray.
Olivia nodded in thanks to the young detective and found herself observing the room. She found that Rollins and Fin had taken up conversation with Halstead and Ruzek. She watched as they became reacquainted with each other and exchanged the standard handshakes and side hugs. Whatever they were discussing had to be pretty funny because pretty soon Olivia saw them begin to laugh.
Olivia watched them for a little while longer and she saw that the conversation had taken a somber turn because suddenly the smiles faded from the detectives' faces and they become quiet. She thought it was safe to assume that either Fin or Rollins had mentioned Nadia and had once again offered their condolences. She saw Halstead and Ruzek nod and then watched as their gazes turned to Erin. They continued to talk and she saw Rollins bring her hand up to stifle a gasp. She stole a glance at Erin and saw that the young detective was completely oblivious to the fact that she was currently the topic of the conversation taking place across the room. But she wasn't truly worried because she knew that come pretty soon Lindsay wouldn't be the talk of the town, she would. She had already been mentally preparing herself to deal with that fact when she had taken her seat on the plane on the way over here.
Their expressions varied from a look of anger and disgust and Olivia could just make out the words "refused to memorialize her as one of Chicago's own, and it was Liv's turn to get angry. She looked over at Erin who was now aware of what the conversation across the room was about.
The detective looked at Olivia who was still standing with her body leaning against the wall, seemingly unmoved from that position for the past ten minutes.
Olivia knew that Lindsay was asking if she was ok. She had seen the look many times before and in all honesty she wasn't ok. Olivia thought that this chapter in her life was over. She thought that she would never to visit the dark place that Lewis had created in her again. She thought that she had finally been able to get over it, only to be slapped in the face with the reality that she couldn't really get over it but she could move on.
At the moment Olivia felt helpless at the thought of what was to come, and if there was one thing that Olivia hated the most it was the feeling of helplessness. She was certain that she would never feel helpless again after Lewis died but she was wrong.
Olivia nodded to reassure the young detective who seemed to be worrying about her a lot lately, but then again Olivia knew that she would do the same thing if it were Erin or one of her detectives that were in the same position.
It was then that the men of the intelligence unit decided that now would be a good time as ever to say hello.
Halstead was the first to come over and envelope her in a side hug. She hugged him back and wondered if he knew what Erin knew about Lewis. The last time she was here she had a feeling that there was something between the two of them and earlier when she saw the look of concern on his face when they were referring to Lindsay and how she was dealing with Nadia's death, her suspicions were confirmed.
"How you been Liv?" He asked as he pulled a chair out from behind a desk for her to sit in.
"Honestly I've been worse, but the sooner we catch this guy the better I'll be. You?" Olivia asked, wanting to make sure that every team was ok or at least getting the help that they needed if they weren't.
"I've been ok. You know it's been hard on all of us lately but we seem to be making it through alright. Did Voight call you down here?" Halstead asked
Olivia shook her head and nodded towards Erin. "Erin's the one that connected the dots and caught onto the similarities. As soon as she suspected that ya'll might have a copycat she called me to confirm, so here I am."
"So our perp is copying the antics of some Lewis guy?" Halstead asked.
Olivia couldn't help but laugh at the way that Halstead was referring to Lewis. She had heard many names in reference to Lewis, many of which she had penned herself, but she had never heard anyone reference Lewis in such a laid back manor. Usually when Lewis made his way into a conversation said conversation then involved a few curse words.
Halstead looked at her questioningly before Olivia took the time to explain the reason behind her sudden laughter. "I'm sorry it's just I've never heard anyone refer to Lewis in such a way before. Back in New York he's sort of a legend. He single handedly took down a cop in her own living room." Olivia said somewhat sarcastically.
"Poor guy. Did he have in family?" Halstead asked feeling a moment's pity for the apparently slain brother in blue.
"First, it was a woman. Second, she's alive. Third, she has no family except for her brothers and sisters in blue. She's one of those married to the job types." Olivia said with a slight smirk. The job was practically the only man that she could depend on, aside from Noah of course. Whenever Olivia was feeling down she could always count on Noah to put a smile on her otherwise exhausted or sad face.
"Did you know this woman?" Halstead asked
"You could say that." Olivia said. She wasn't really ready to reveal that she was the cope that he had taken down, and technically she wasn't lying either.
"Were the two of you close?" Halstead asked wondering if this was personal to her.
"As close as they come. Which is why we really need to get this bastard so that she can move on with her life without any more surprises." Olivia said.
"Don't worry we have an amazing track record as you know. Tell your friend not to worry too much." Halstead said while placing his hand on Olivia's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Olivia smiled at the gesture before standing up and making her way to the bulletin board located in the front of the room.
It is there that she saw pictures of the most recent victim. Jane Thomas, 26 years old, a receptionist at a local bank here in Chicago. When Olivia took an inventory of all the injuries that Jane had sustained it was like looking in a mirror. Only one thing was absent from the woman's injuries that was not absent on Olivia. The letters WL burned into the right shoulder blade. This was a detail that was in her file but had not been released to the public and Olivia was relieved that this woman did not bear the same brand. This could mean that the copycat was a fan and would screw up sooner rather than later.
Just as Olivia was about to take her seat Voight's door opened. She looked ready to greet him only to stop in her tracks at the look on his face.
This, whatever it was, was in no means a good sign, and Olivia was really getting tired of all the bad luck that seemed to just keep coming her way.
AN: I want to apologize for how slow this is going I promise you things will start to pick up I just want to make sure and take my time in setting the foundation of the story. Stay with me if you can! Until next time!