Chapter 4

Back to Reality

Olivia sat quietly in the car as Elliot went into a coffee shop. She could not believe what had just happened, not that girl, she thought, how could I be so stupid?

Elliot came back and handed her a cup, "Oh El I—"

"It's tea."

"You remembered?"

"Of course."

Oh, that's how I could be so stupid. She stared at him with a dorky smile the entire way there. Wow, he is really cute. Not in a 'aw look at the puppy' kind of way. Maybe cute isn't the right word. Gorgeous! That is certainly fitting. Ha I just had sex with a gorgeous man. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Not that many gorgeous men left in New York. Most are gay or married or, oh that's right he is. Or technically he is. I think. The whole dating your ex-wife thing confuses me. Wait, is he dating her? Is he going to break up with her? He just moved back in with his family he wouldn't just pack up and leave. But he also wouldn't cheat on Kathy. Oh my god is he dating me? He can't sleep with me and then expect things to just go back to normal. Wait are we gonna go back to normal? How do we go back to that after--okay I have to stop thinking of this.

"This is really good tea," she blurted outawkwardly.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't—oh, here we are."

She opened the car door and when the air hit her face everything returned to the way it was at every other crime scene. Last night didn't even seem to exist. She asked all the same questions. "Do a rape kit? Fluids present? Sign of struggle? I.D. on the victim? Who found her?"

They rode back to the station together. This time was different however; only thoughts of the crime seemed to go through her mind. They got there and all gathered around the big white board, brainstorming. It was complete cop mode, for everyone except Munch. When they sat down, he rolled his chair over to their desks and placed his head on his hands, leaning in like an eager school girl. "So how was your night?"

Olivia slapped Elliot on the arm, "You told him!"

"No, he figured out."

"Detective you know, we tend to have good deductive skills," he looked up and his face looked stunned, "Incoming."

They both turned to see what he was staring at and there was Kathy walking up.

"Gotta go," Olivia said rushing away urgently.

Munch patted Elliot on the shoulder "Have fun," he said as he pushed himself off the desk, rolling back to his own.

"What's up with them?" Kathy asked.

"Bad pork."

"I thought John was jewish."

"Yeah…he decided…not to be." She stared at him with a puzzled look on her face, "Look Kathy, there's something I need to tell you…"