Sorry! I know I said I'd try to update every two days... but life got in the way, along with a writers block. Some chaptersmight no be consistent with the previous ones. Ideas are just bouncing off my mind. Enjoy!

He was right. She'd called about an hour after she left, rescheduling their night. He didn't respond to her, just put his phone away after readingher message. Around 8, he got up, finished for the day, grabbed his things and made his way to the bar a few blocks from his office. He walked quickly, the November air definitely reminding him that winter was coming. As he got closer to the bar, he could see from the windows that there was already a nice crowd inside. Hopefully, all of the bar seats wouldn't be taken up since it seemed that it was mostly big crowds hanging out. He walked in and headed straight to the seat at the corner of the bar. As soon as he sat down, the bar tender came over and placed his usual on acoaster in front of him. He just nodded and took a long sip, letting the brown liquid burn down his throat, releasing some of the tension and definitely warming up the parts of his body that had been cooled down by the air outside. He looked around, finishing his drink, noticing it was mostly people in suits, winding down after a long week of work. For a Friday night, the bar wasn't doing too bad. It wasn't too full or too empty. He finished his drink, nodding at the bar tender for another glass. He scrolled through his phone, stopping at Olivia's name. He decided for a few minutes before giving in and calling to see how she was doing. He knew catching a case at the last minute always added stress, knowing she would rather be at home with Noah. He hung up after he got her voicemail, knowing she was probably in interrogation with someone. He downed his second glass, getting ready to go home, when he heard it. A laugh. Not just any laugh, but HER laugh. He whipped his head around, letting his eyes get adjusted to the dim lights. His eyes searched for a few minutes before spotting her, back booth in the corner. She was there, with her squad, laughing. He downed his drink, setting the glass down and signaling the bar tender for another one. He kept watching her, his eyes glued to her. He was about turn around and walk out, when he saw it, a hand circling around her waist resting at her lower back. It was low enough and discrete that the detectives in her squad didn't notice. She didn't seem to mind and actually seemed to be settling into the embrace. He stood up, leaving a few bills on the bar for his drink and turned, heading for the door when he heard Carisi call out for him. He stopped, taking a small breath before turning around and heading to their booth. He noticed that the hand on Liv's back had disappeared. He nodded at everyone at the booth, standing between Liv and Fin. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw who was to the right of Liv, the person who's hand it belonged to. Rafael fucking Barba.

"Join us for a celebratory drink?" Carisi smiled. "Finally closed this bitch of a case." He chuckled, along with everyone else. He could feel Liv's eyes on him, but he ignored her.

"No. No, I'm headed home myself... it's been a long one and one bitch of day, full of surprises." He looked at Liv. "Night." He looked around their booth before heading straight to the door through the sea of people that had over taken the bar. He could hear Liv's footsteps behind him but he refused to look back, making it outside and getting ready to hail a taxi when he heard her.

"Ed, wait!"

He ignored her and tried hailing a taxi, itching to get away, feeling the redness from angercreep up his neck.

"Ed.." she placed a hand on his shoulder. " I can ex-"

"Save it Olivia." He looked at her, his blue eyes piercing into hers, full of anger and resentment. "You should head back in... wouldn't want to keep them waiting." He turned away from her as his taxi pulled up. He jumped in and closed the door, locking it, before she had a chance to repsond. He gave the driver his address, and stared straight ahead as the driver took off. After a few blocks, he got his phone out and turned it off, not ready to deal with whatever excuse she'd come up with, wondering how many other times she had lied to him. And wondering exactly how long it had been going on with Barba.

So yea... like I said before, I'm putting my own twist into this. So far, it looks like things are not gonna work out between Liv and Tucker, which really sucks!

Anyway, reviews are always welcomed, and the more I get, the more excited i become to write a new chapter.

Promise I'll try to stick to my every other day updates!

TTFN! (Tata for now)