Chapter 10: The Bomb

They soon arrived at their favorite coffee shop and took a seat at a table near the back. They didn't have to wait long before a waitress appraoched them.

"Coffee?" she asked. A look of recognition then flashed in her eyes. "Oh, hi guys! The usual?"

"Yep," Elliot grinned.

"Sure thing," the waitress smiled, and went back into the kitchen to get their coffees.

"So," Olivia began the conversation. "Anything on Harris?"

"We think he's allied himself with a group of drug dealers nearby," Elliot replied. "These guys aren't too dangerous as far as we know, but they'll provide him with a gun and possibly locations to stay."

"So just good news," Olivia mused with a crooked smile. The waitress returned with the coffee, and Olivia thanked her and took a long sip. "Anything else?"

"Just the usual suspects," Elliot sighed. "I'm afraid we really haven't gotten much."

"Great," Liv groaned. She took another long sip of her coffee and put it on the table. "So it looks like he's gonna be out there a little longer."

"Looks like it," Elliot sighed.

He also took a sip of his coffee, and a cloud of awkward silence filled the air around them. Both detectives found themselves gazing out the windows every five seconds, just waiting for Lowell Harris to pop out of nowhere and threaten some innocent bystander's safety. But he never came.

Even when Olivia found herself walking to her car by herself, Lowell Harris was nowhere to be seen. She gazed around as she reached her car door, but no one was so much as walking their dog. She even waited a few minutes, just to see what would happen. He never showed.

Has he given up? she wondered. Is he gone?

Olivia decided she was being ridiculous just waiting there for something to happen, so she grabbed her bag from her car and locked it. Then, she continued back up to the precinct, completely unaware she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.

Suddenly, as she approached the elevator, Olivia's bag began to beep. She opened it to inspect, and gasped when she realized she was holding a motion sensitive bomb inside her bag. And it was armed.

"Help," she called feebily, almost unable to find her voice. "Help!"

"What's wrong, Detective?" a security officer asked, looking at her quizzically.

"B-bomb," Olivia stammered. "Evacute the building. Call the bomb squad."

The woman security officer's face froze.

"A bomb?" she clarified. Olivia nodded. "In your bag?" Olivia nodded again, trying desperately not to move her arms. "Okay. I'm going to get everyone out. Just hang tight, Detective. Help will be here soon."