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Chapter 3
1 week later.
Olivia was sat at her desk. She didn't want to go home, what was there to go home too? She was finishing up paperwork when Cyrus walked over to her. "You still here, Detective Benson?"
"Just finishing up." she lied.
"Well, finish up now please. You shouldn't be working so late."
"I'm fine."
"I don't care. Go home." he told her.
Olivia sighed. Home was the last place she wanted to be. Cyrus saw her un-enthusiasm. "If you don't want to go home would you like to go for a drink? Don't know about you but I could do with one." he said. Olivia looked at him, unsure. "It's just a drink." Cyrus said innocently.
"Just one." Olivia replied after thinking it through. It beat going home.
Olivia wanted to beg him to stop as he slammed her up against the wall rough kisses scratching and bruising her bare chest. Where had her shirt gone? Her body was still quite tender. She wanted him to stop but God did she want him to continue. His kisses were doing things to her body that she had forgot could happen. Good things.
She felt him against her thigh, hard, big. Wow, did it turn her on. Her body screamed for him, for a contact she'd not had for so long.
She didn't even think about hesitating as Cyrus dropped them both down on the bed, his bed, continuing to place kisses on her neck, her chest, her mouth, then back to her chest. They were passionate kisses, not really romantic, but enough to send her, and clearly his, body crazy.
They both clawed at each others clothes as the alcohol continued to flow through their bodies. It took moments for them both to be completely naked, both of them far too intoxicated to think of the repercussions, of the consequences. Cyrus didn't waste anytime in pushing his hard cock into her, she couldn't help but gasp, he really was big. It felt a little uncomfortable but she really didn't mind, this was heaven. She didn't even want to begin to think about how weird it would be in the morning...
The next day.
Elliot sat down at his desk and stared at Olivia who still had yet to notice his presence. She was sat with her head buried in her hands. He was beginning to wonder whether she was actually asleep when, suddenly, she spoke, "Stop staring at me." she warned him.
"I was checking you were okay." he told her.
"You're early." she answered, brushing off his comment.
"Yeah, well I was up early. Couldn't really sleep. This case is doing my head in." he said brushing his tired face with his hands.
"We all feel the same El." she told him, looking up at him.
Elliot couldn't help but think she looked a little rough, but he brushed it off as lack of sleep, like himself. If only he knew the truth. "I wanna get this bastard Liv."
"We will." she said encouragingly.
"We need to." he said.
They both looked up when Munch and Fin walked in, both discussing the case. They looked the other way when Cyrus stormed in. "Don't sit down!" he ordered Fin and Munch. "We have another two victims, mother and daughter this time."
Elliot, Olivia and Cyrus were all at the crime scene. They had gone together, the car ride filled with silence except for the noise of the traffic outside on the New York streets. They had all wandered through the house, trying to find evidence that would help them get this creep who was clearly getting more and more dangerous. His murders, bigger and bolder.
"Victims are Nancy and Sophie Wainwright." Melinda said as she walked over to them.
Olivia looked at her, confused. Nancy Wainwright the reporter who's been following this case?" she asked in disbelief.
"The very one. Her eighteen year old daughter too." Melinda clarified.
"This guys targeting those involved in this case now, great…" Elliot sighed.
"We don't know that for sure, this could be coincidental." Olivia replied.
"No." Cyrus said joining them in the hallway. "This guy knew exactly who she was, her daughter was just a bonus to him. Liv, I think maybe I should direct you away from this case. You could be his next victim."
"What? Sir," she began to protest.
"You really think he's gonna come after Olivia?" Elliot asked.
"I'm not risking it." Cyrus said before he walked off.
Olivia stood there, anger boiling within her. She watched as Melinda walked off up the stairs, where Nancy and Sophie's bodies were.
"I'll go see what we have. Maybe he slipped up this time." Elliot's said. Olivia nodded approvingly and Elliot followed after Melinda.
Taking no more, Olivia went in search of Cyrus. She found him in the living room. He was stood by a wall that was filled with pictures of Nancy and her family; her daughter and a man and a small boy. Her husband and son.
"That's her husband, Pete and her son. Pete's away for four weeks with him, visiting family in Colorado. Nancy stayed here to follow the story. She wanted this guy more than anything. I knew her quite well. She was a good person, a friend. She didn't deserve this." Olivia said as Cyrus slowly turned to face her.
"I'm sure she was." is all he replied.
"Cyrus, if this is about last night, if you think things are going to be awkward between us, they won't be. Last night never should have happened, but we were both soo drunk. But I need to be on this case, we can't afford to let this guy keep doing this. Who knows what his next move could be."
"His next move could be coming after you, Olivia."
"And it wouldn't be the first time a perp has come after me. I'm a big girl, I know how to take care of myself. Please, I'm begging you to let me stay on this case. Please!" she really did beg.
"Fine, but only because I don't want you thinking I was doing this because of last night, because I don't think it was a mistake. I had fun with you Liv. It'd be nice to do it again sometime."
Olivia smiled and nodded, that was the last thing she wanted. She hated that she had been so unprofessional in the first place, but she couldn't turn back time now. "Thank you, Sir." she said gratefully before turning on her heels ready to go join Elliot and Melinda.
"Oh and Liv, when it's just you and me…call me Cyrus."
Olivia again nodded and smiled before walking out. Leaving Cyrus to turn and look at the pictures again.
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Melida peeled back the white cloth protectively covering Sophie Wainwright's body. "Cause of death is blunt force trauma. She was hit so hard with something her skull broke and penetrated her brain, causing massive bleeding. She didn't stand a chance." Melinda said sadly.
"Was she raped?" Elliot asked.
"Multiple times. I can't tell what foreign object was used but whatever it was it must have been excruciating for her, she's badly torn up." Melinda informed them.
Olivia couldn't help but stare at the young woman whose life had been taken away from her, what a waste.
"Did you find anything that might tell us who this sick son-of-a-bitch is?" Elliot asked.
"No. This guy is careful, too careful. He knows what he's doing. Or should I say he knows not what to do." Melinda thought out loud.
"What are you saying?" Elliot asked.
"I think our perp is either in the armed forces or he's a cop."
Elliot and Olivia both looked at each other. Could it really be a cop?
TBC
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