Fear

Summary: See ch1

Disclaimer: Not mine

A/N: Glad everyone seems to like the direction I'm taking this story! This is another short chapter, but it lays the ground work for the plot, so stick with me!

Still Sick

About two months later Olivia was back into the full swing of things. She had been sick for a while, doctors told her she had mono, but was finally feeling better.

To everyone's joy, White was becoming just another bad memory, and appeared to have disappeared off the face of the earth.

On this after noon Olivia and Fin were seated outside an old warehouse staking it out. Olivia seemed oddly quiet.

"Alright Liv, spill." Fin finally said. He knew that she had just gotten over being sick, and was still a little run down, but the silence was beginning to get on his nerves. "What's bothering you?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing." Olivia said, turning to face him. "Why?"

"You're silent, and I can't stand it." He answered with brutal honesty.

"Sorry, just focusing on the scene." Olivia scoffed, clearly trying to conceal something.

"Riight." Fin answered. "And I've been filing my nails ova on, what's up? Everything okay with El?" He ventured.

"Oh yeah. Everything's been great." Olivia said with a smile, indicating that she was telling the truth.

"Then why so quiet?" Fin pushed. "And you look kinda pale. You still feelin a little sick?"

"Fin, what was gotten into you?" She chuckled. "I'm fine, maybe still a little under the weather, but I'll take some vitamin C later. Relax. God, you're worse than Elliot!" She smiled.

"Hey, just looking out for my partner." Fin answered, returning his gaze back to the scene.

After another two hours of nothing, Fin finally began getting hungry. "I'm gonna go over to that deli and grab something, you want anything?" He asked.

"Uh, no thanks, I'm good." Olivia replied, trying to hide the nausea that hit her at even the mere thought of food. She had been feeling better for weeks now and thought she was over her ailment, but maybe she wasn't as well as she had thought.

"You sure you're okay?" Fin checked again, noticing the slight shade of green her face turned when he mentioned food. "I know you just got over that whole mono thing."

"I'm fine." Olivia answered rolling her eyes. "Just get your damn lunch and hurry back. We don't know how many guys are in there, and I promised Lizzie I would help her with her dance tonight. Now that might be difficult if I have a bullet hole in me!" She laughed.

As Fin walked away he joked, "Ha, Benson Ballerina! Now that's something I'd like to see!"

Even Olivia had to laugh at the thought. The idea of her being able to help anyone with dance moves boggled her mind, but Lizzie had asked, and she liked spending time with her step kids; at this rate they were the only kids she'd ever have!

Fin quickly made his return to the car with what smelt like a philly cheese steak and coffee. As soon as she smelt it Olivia knew it had been a bad idea.

She felt her stomach flipping before he even got in the car. But when she saw the greasy sandwich that was it.

"Uhh." She groaned, grabbing her stomach with one hand, and covering her mouth with the other as she raced to the nearby trash can to empty the contents of her stomach.

Fin followed on her heels, making sure to leave his food in the car.

"I though you said you were fine!" He mocked, handing her a piece of gum.

"I am. It's not my fault you insist on eating grease on a bun." She mocked back, thankfully accepting the gum and popping it in her mouth.

"When we get back to the house, you're going home." Fin ruled.

Olivia would have protested, if she hadn't been exhausted, nauseous, and her body didn't ache.

Then there was the fact that as they stood at the garbage, Olivia spotted their target casually making his way out of the warehouse.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Olivia yelled when she saw him. "Fin he's on the move!"

"Get the car." Fin whispered as he took off cautiously in the direction of their suspect.

Olivia quickly started the car and inched behind Fin. Ready to speed off at any moment.

It wasn't long before Fin was spotted, and the suspect sprinted away. Olivia simply pressed her foot onto the gas pedal, and cut him off before he could get away.

As soon as the man hit into the car Fin was there to cuff him and read him his rights. A squad car screeched over from around the corner and Fin tossed him in.

"Bring him back to the house. We'll question him there." Fin said, huffing from the chase, to the uniformed officer.

"Nice driving Benson." He commented when he climbed into the passenger seat of the waiting car.

"Thanks. Let's just get back and question him so I can get home." Olivia sighed. She decided this had to be the first time she ever actually wanted to go home from work; although, the fact that she had three step kids and a husband waiting for her didn't hurt either.

Back at the 1-6 the suspect, Bruce Flinger, waited for Detectives to interrogate him, and he was ready.

"Whenever you two are ready." Cragen said when he saw Fin and Olivia.

"Now's as good a time as any." Olivia smiled, opening the door to begin the interrogation.

TBC... Since this is a really short chapter, and so is the next one, I've decided to post two today!