Alex's P.O.V
Everyday a new photo.
Yesterday's paper had a picture of Elliot, Olivia and I.
I knew soon the pictures would stop appearing and that soon the public would forget all about our missing hero.
Whenever I thought about her I'd always pick up the phone and dial Elliot's number but I'd never ring him.
At this point I think I was the only person he'd answer his phone for other than Cragen.
He was at my house almost every night now.
He'd taken to sleeping on my couch when he did sleep.
Sometimes I'd be awake when he came late at night and other times not.
I'd never see him leave though.
The only way I could tell that he was ever there was the fact that his blanket and pillow were always left rumpled on the couch.
Every morning I'd fold them up and place them neatly on the end of the couch.
It had become a ritual of ours.
Sometimes he'd leave notes on my bedside table for me and other times not.
At the moment I spent more time with him than with my boyfriend.
I think because I was her best friend that I was now the closest thing he had to her.
We both knew her so well but in different ways.
She was really the only thing we had in common anymore.
I still hadn't gone back to work.
I didn't see the point.
I wasn't allowed to work on her case because I was a part of it.
Technically Elliot wasn't even meant to be working it but no one had the heart to deny him.
We all knew he'd work till his death to find her.
He was a good man.
A hero just like her.
He'd find her.
I knew in my heart he'd find her.
The only thing I didn't know is if her heart would still be beating...