Here is Chapter Ten. It's short. We don't find out why Kathy kissed Elliot, because it wouldn't fit into this chapter. But I had some time, in between packing for tomorrow to write this so here you go. Enjoy!
"It's okay. It was over between Elliot and I…and we're alone." She patted the couch.
"You're gay!" I yelled.
"Yeah." A smile crept over her face. I gasped. Elliot walked in from the kitchen.
"You're gay?" He asked slowly. Kathy looked between me and Elliot.
"You're not?" She stared at me. I shook my head rapidly. She sat back on the couch suddenly, like she deflated.
"Crap." She muttered.
It was silent as Elliot and I stared at Kathy, who was looking everywhere but at us.
"What do you want me to say?" Kathy spoke quietly. She seemed defeated. Like we were ganging up on her. Beating her down. I glanced at Elliot.
"Maybe I should go." I said stepping toward the door.
"Yeah, hey cover for me?" Elliot sat down next to his wife.
"No problem." I gave them both a halfhearted smile. The little world they lived in; the one Elliot had tried so hard to protect was falling apart. I walked out the door. The summer breeze played with my hair. I took a deep breath and got ready for another day at work.
I held the picture in my hands; that was a good day, about a week or two before Kathy kissed me. It was a squad picnic. We had just close a horrendous case and thought it would be appropriate to celebrate the capture of a serial rapist. Everyone was there. Munch, Fin, the Stablers, Captain, and me. I put the picture back on the table and went to the kitchen. My head was throbbing. I opened up a cabinet and pulled out a glass. I opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk and filled up the glass. I took a sip and walked out of the kitchen through the living room and into the bathroom. I pulled a bottle of sleeping pills of out the vanity. I stared at the bottle in my hand for a moment before tipping two white tablets into my hand. I brought my hand to my mouth and swallowed the pills. I finished what was left of my milk and set it on the sink.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I said to my reflection in the mirror before turning around and walking out to the living room where I sat on the couch and continued to read a book I had been working on finishing for about six months. I just never found time to read it. And this was no different. I fell asleep within fifteen minutes of starting page 73.
I woke up to an annoying buzzing sound. It was dark in my apartment. I sat up and jumped when the book that was on my stomach fell to the ground with a loud thump. I switched on the light beside the couch. The door buzzer sounded again. I stood up and walked to the door.
"Hello." I said into the intercom.
"Liv?" A distressed voice crackled at me.
"Elliot? What are you doing here at," I looked at my watch. "3 a.m.?" I asked. There was a low rumbling and I leaned in trying to hear what it was.
"I was worried about you." He answered. Another grumbling sound.
"Can I come up?" His voice was more than worried. I couldn't figure out what was different because of the crackling intercom.
"Yeah." I pushed the button that unlocked the door downstairs. After a few minutes there was a knock at my door. I opened it and Elliot ran inside, pushed me out of the way and slammed the door shut.
"Elliot are you drunk?" I yelled.
"Call 9-1-1." He replied as something ran into the door. He locked the door.
"What the hell?" I shouted. My mind was reeling, I was finding it difficult to grasp words in my sleep induced stupor.
"It's him." Was the answer that shocked my exhaustion away. I burst into action. Grabbing the phone I dialed Captain's number.
"Olivia, you're on vaca-"
"Send uniforms to my apartment! He is here! Trying to get Elliot and me!" I yelled into the phone. I was scared. I could barely form words.
"Oh Olivia! I'm home!" The man who claimed to be my father yelled.
"Okay, we're on our way." Cragen yelled before hanging up. There was another loud crash into the door. Elliot was pushing against it too keep it closed. .
"What should I do?" I panicked. I still couldn't think strait. I couldn't remember what I had learned to do in this situations. I couldn't remember learning about these situations.
"Wait." Was all Elliot said as the guy slammed against the door again.
Oh god please let them get here soon.
I know it was terrible of me to leave this a cliffy and having it stay that way for ten whole days. I just don't know if I am going to have the cops show up or if Olivia's 'Father' will break down the door and take them before they get there. Oh well. We'll all just have to wait and see.
~BensonBaby