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Olivia continued to stare down at Gemma's phone as Elliot paced the length of her apartment, going back and forth between the front door and her bedroom. "You're going to wear a hole in my floor if you keep going much longer."

"I'm sorry. I'll change paths." Elliot said, sarcastically before pacing the width of her apartment. When he glanced back at her, she glared at him with an eyebrow raised. He immediately dropped his shoulders and took a seat on a barstool. "Sorry. Every time I was in a situation like this before, I was a cop. I had authority to call in favors. Now, I think most of my favors disappeared when I did all those years ago."

"I don't even know what favors to call in." Olivia whispered before dropping onto her elbows on the counter. She buried her face in her hands, but met Elliot's eyes when he tugged on her arms, linking their hands together. "There's no way Jimmy took the pictures. He wouldn't risk leaving the safety of his property just to take a picture."

Elliot nodded. "But, he might leave if he thinks he needs to take care of Gemma." He ran a hand down his face, shaking his head. "How did he find her? We didn't have anyone following us from the club. He basically promoted her. There was no red flag for him to follow her."

Olivia bit her lip and tried to remember the information that Gemma had given them in all her interviews. "She's never talked about him following her, but he is a businessman. With her being his most trusted. . .whatever she is. . .he might have some extra insurance on her that even she doesn't know about."

"How does that help us?" Elliot asked with a frown.

With a shake of her head, Olivia huffed out a breath. "It doesn't. And, it won't until tomorrow morning when we can take her back to the station to really dig into Jimmy's operation. I'm sure Amanda and Fin have found a loophole somewhere."

"So, we're sitting ducks at the moment." Elliot stated. They stared at each other, both unhappy with the situation, but knowing they couldn't do much about it now. "Whoever said being a parent was fun never had this problem."

Olivia chuckled softly and nodded with tired eyes. "I'd pray to God no one had our problems." She glanced behind her at the clock, noticing the amount of time that had gone by since they discovered Gemma's buzzing phone. "It's already one. We need to get to bed. All of this will still be here when we wake up." She glanced out at the couch, happy to see Gemma fast asleep with a blanket draped over her body.

Once they had read through Jimmy's messages, they closed all the blinds in the apartment and moved Gemma out to the couch so neither her or Noah would wake up from falling out of the small twin bed in his room. When all their bases had been covered, they resorted to a state of panicking and shock trying to figure out what they could do with a man after their daughter who never left his private residence.

Elliot, frustrated with their lack of a solution, nodded his head in agreement to her conclusion about the rest of the night. Moving towards the recliner, he turned on the living room lamp to start his nightly routine. "I guess I'll see you in the morning then."

Olivia bit her lip, crossing her arms over her chest, as he pulled off his sweats. He was about to sit down in the recliner when she finally spoke without even realizing she was about to say anything. "That chair must be uncomfortable."

"It was the first night. I'm pretty used to it now." Elliot stated, looking up at her. "It's better than the furniture you had in your old place."

Olivia rolled her eyes with a smirk before tilting her head towards her bedroom. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to sleep in a bed, El. We're both adults. We have a child. I think sleeping next to each other won't break us this soon."

"So, you'll give it a try." Elliot tested the waters, inching closer to her. "You'll give us a try."

"I'll give it a try, but we need to go slow. Like evolution slow." Olivia stated quickly, holding up her hands. "I know we can work as friends and colleagues, but a relationship is a completely different ball game. I don't know if I can handle your cockiness in every aspect of my life."

Elliot smirked and kissed her cheek. "You'll get used to it. May even rub off on you." He tangled his fingers with hers and tugged them towards her room. "C'mon."

Olivia slid underneath the covers next to Elliot. He was already on his side, eyes drooping from exhaustion. She could feel the burn in her own eyes, the brown orbs begging for sleep to allow them a break. Quickly turning out the light, she tensed when she felt Elliot's hand wrap around her hip. He didn't move any closer to her. He squeezed it reassuringly before letting it drape over her side as if it were the norm.

Despite the unfamiliarity, she didn't want to push it away or even remind Elliot that she wanted to go slow. A hand on the hip wasn't going to automatically lead to anything. She laid down on her side, her back to Elliot as she closed her eyes. As much as they wanted to rest, her brain wouldn't turn off. The last time this man and her shared a bed, she end up pregnant with the title of mistress. The weight of that didn't roll off of her like it had every other damn day before.

"Relax, Liv." Elliot said, his voice groggy. "We're two adults in a relationship. You're in bed with your boyfriend."

Olivia turned over, facing Elliot this time. "You can't say that. We haven't even officially been on a date yet."

Elliot smirked, his eyes still closed. "Yet, I've bought more meals for you than any other person on the planet." He his slowly fluttered open to gaze at her. "It's just me. There's nothing to worry about. I'm not going to jump you in the middle of the night or anything. I'm just happy to sleep next to you and maybe hold you a little bit. I can only do that though if you relax and go to sleep."

"I thought about this, you know." Olivia stated, moving closer to him. She relaxed into the mattress when she could feel his body heat. "Just laying with you."

"Good." Elliot smiled as he closed his eyes again. "I've thought about us doing a lot. This was one of them." He chuckled when Olivia snorted at his comment. Leaning in close, he buried his nose in her hair and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Olivia. I love you."

Olivia closed her eyes, feeling his arm wrap around her once more. "I love you too."

Elliot groaned when he felt a pressure on his arm. Both his arms, actually. He tried to drift back to sleep, but the pressure on his one hard weighed down a little harder. He finally gained some form of consciousness when he heard his name being called.

"Dad?" Gemma whispered, nudging on his arm again. She could feel her hand trembling, but she didn't want to wake up Olivia who was laying halfway on top of him. She hated to ruin their first morning together, but her morning had started out with something too frightening to wait for. "Dad, wake up."

"Gemma?" Elliot asked before his eyes opened. He squinted against the small amount of sunlight that came in through the blinds of the window. He was about to grunt in frustration over being woken up before he saw Gemma. His need for sleep was quickly forgotten when he saw the tears threatening to spill over her eyes. "Gemma, what's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?"

Gemma shook her head. "No, but I'm going to be." She held out her phone, showing Elliot the messages that he and Olivia had read the night before. "He knows where I am. He knows you two are cops, and he knows I'm completely against him now." Her hand shook with another tremor of her body. "He's going to kill me."

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