Loose Ends and New Beginnings
Summary: See ch1
Disclaimer: Still not mine
A/N: So here is the next chapter I promised... I kno that a lot of this story is taking place in the precinct and has to do with the case itself, and there is less Elliot and Olivia action than I normally write, but the plot of this story is more case driven then driven by stuff going on outside of the precinct; you will see Elliot and Olivia outside of the precinct, but not for a few chapters, sry guys! Anyway, I hope u enjoy this chapter!
Going on a Hunch
The first person Samantha saw when she left the interrogation room was Olivia. She was standing with Elliot behind her. Samantha had already begun to cry.
"Can you tell me where the ladies room is?" She asked, attempting to keep her emotions in check.
"It's down the hall and to the right when you leave the bullpen." Olivia answered. "I'll take you." She said, realizing that Samantha had no idea what she was talking about.
The two women walked out of the interrogation room past a man who looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He rose from his seat when Olivia and Samantha passed them.
"You okay Babe?" He asked when he saw the look on Samantha's face. Olivia realized that this man was the husband.
"I'm fine. This detective is just showing me where the bathroom is." She said, not stopping to look at her husband.
Olivia showed Samantha to the bathroom, and then made her way back to where her husband was standing.
"Did you guys get the bastard?" He asked.
"I'm sorry?" Olivia asked. She wasn't supposed to talk about a case to anyone outside the force.
"The bastard who raped my wife. Did you get him?" Jim Corrigan repeated.
"You know about him?" She asked.
"Of course I do. My wife was raped 5 years ago. We've been married for 10. I watched what he did to her. She hasn't been the same since that night; with me or our son." He said, his voice cracking.
"I'm sorry Mr. Corrigan." Olivia apologized.
"Did you get the guy? Or are you just gonna let him walk again?" He demanded.
"Jim, you ready? We have to get home to get Jake off the bus." Samantha said from behind him. If Olivia hadn't brought her to the bathroom, she would never have known that moments ago she had been crying.
He looked back to Olivia before his wife took his hand and gently tugged it so that he would follow her down the hall.
Olivia never got the chance to give him an answer.
When she got back to her desk, her colleagues were already gathered around their desks discussing their three interviews.
"Looks like our three New Yorkers are clean." Munch stated.
"Have we checked out the families?" Cragen asked.
"We're still working on it, but it doesn't look like any of these women knew who their attackers were." Fin told him.
"Alright. Well, finish up the checks on the families, and start tracking down the vics from the East Coast. Looks like we're gonna have to expand our search." He sighed before turning back to his office.
"You okay Liv?" Fin asked as he took his seat in the desk across from hers. "You're lookin a little pale."
"What? Oh, I'm fine." She said, being pulled from her thoughts back into the real world.
"You said you'd get something to eat after the interview." Elliot reminded her.
"I wasn't aware that you guys were my baby sitters." She scoffed.
"Liv, we're just looking out for you." Munch argued.
"Fine." She huffed, pushing her chair away from her desk. "I'll go get something to eat."
"We can bring something in." Elliot called after her.
"No, I am perfectly capable of getting food on my own." She shouted back. She hated being babied like this. She was a grown woman, and could take care of herself.
Olivia scanned the vending machine where she would be selecting her sandwich from. Nothing looked appetizing to her. She would never let the guys know, but this case was getting to her more than even she realized. For the past few days, she hadn't been able to keep anything down, and had almost completely lost her desire to put anything into her mouth for fear of losing it.
Her eyes finally fell on the only thing that she could even think about eating, vending machine potato salad. Ironically enough, it was the only thing she could think of eating without getting queasy.
She brought her salad back to her desk and began eating it while once again working on backed up paper work.
Olivia tried to concentrate, but something was bothering her. It was something Jim Corrigan had said to her. "Did you get the guy, or are you gonna let him walk again." What had he meant by again?
On a hunch Olivia frantically typed the Judge's address into her computer. "Crap. It would be the 15th precinct's jurisdiction." She mumbled under her breath.
Olivia pulled out her phone, and made her way into the ladies room so she would have some privacy for the phone call she really didn't want to make. She dialed a number that was once very familiar to her.
"Detective Colberg 15th precinct." A deep, husky voice said over the other end.
"Keith, it's Olivia." She simply said.
"Olivia. Wow, I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again. Wasn't it you that said, and I quote, 'I think we should see other people, don't call me.'?" He asked.
"That was 3 years ago Keith." Olivia huffed. "Look, I need a favor, and you know that if it wasn't important, I wouldn't be calling."
"A favor? You led me on for three months Olivia. You dated me, you kissed me, you slept with me, and then you were out the door before I even got the 'you' out in 'I love you'." He argued.
"Keith, we were only together three months. I wasn't expecting that so soon." She said rolling her eyes. "And I wasn't leading you on. I really did care about you." She added indignantly.
"Yeah, well I never expected you to say that you loved me back, but I also didn't expect you to respond by saying 'I think we should see other people.'" He pressed.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you Keith, but I really need this. Please." She said, almost begging.
After a brief silence, Keith finally answered. "What is it?"
"I need to know if your precinct ever looked at Michael Anderson for sexual assault, or anything else in the past five years." She told him.
"That's a matter of public record Livvy. You don't need my help." He told her, using her old pet name.
"His record is clean. If you guys had anything on him, it was expunged." She explained.
"If any record was expunged, then chances are that the guy was innocent." Keith debated.
"Or, he was a Judge who didn't want a record, so someone somewhere did him a favor." Olivia debated back.
"If that was the case, how would I be able to find anything on him?" Keith asked.
"Come on Keith, you and I both know that records don't just disappear all together. There has to be a hard copy laying around your precinct somewhere." She reasoned.
"I can look, see what I can find in the archives; but it may take a while." He finally said, giving in.
"Thank you. This means a lot to me." She said.
"I don't suppose you can tell me what you need this for?" He asked.
"Just a hunch." Olivia answered simply.
"I'll give you a call if I find anything. Oh, and Olivia, I… I miss you." He said almost inaudibly.
Olivia just shook her head. She was afraid that it would come to this. He had told her that he loved her three months into their relationship when they dated three years ago. She broke his heart by leaving. He wanted to marry her. She had hoped he would be over her by now, but it appeared that she was wrong.
"It wasn't meant to be Keith. I'm sorry that I hurt you." She simply explained.
"Not your fault. You don't get to pick who you love. Believe me, I know." He said gently. "I better get started; we have a lot of archives. Bye Olivia." He said before hanging up.
Olivia just sighed, ran a hand through her hair, and headed back to work.
TBC... I know, nothing really happened in this chapter, but I am laying the ground work for later chapters, it has to come sometime... Review and tell me what you think!!
