Okay Hi again! This is a filler chapter. Noah is 8 in this part:) Okay, happy reading
I received a text from Dodd's to come meet him at the old Police Bar. I'm not gonna lie, I was a bit nervous. I mean this is my job we are talking about. I have a 8 year old to think about, and money as we all know, does not come from trees. I know that Dodd's is still a bit mad about me, because I arrested his friend Rob Miller. Even with the all the "Yes Olivia, I'm not mad at you." and the "You helped us to bust him." I still knew that part of him was still mad at me. I guess when they say anyone can be an actor, they weren't kidding.
"Okay Noah, I'm gonna head out now. Remember my rules: No TV, No Videogames, before you finish your home work. Oh and don't burn down the kitchen please. Okay? I love you." Olivia quickly gave him a soft kiss on the forehead and ruffled his soft brown curls.
"Viszlát anya"(Bye Mom.)
Noah's POV:
I watched as my mom left, closing the door softly behind her. I loved my mom. She is always making sure I'm being a productive citizen, because god-forbid, I'm the son or a sergeant. Being the son of someone in a high power situation, like hers, comes with the advantages and disadvantages. For one, I know that I'm safe. But my friends, are always saying things like: "Watch your back boys, here comes the cops son." I mean I admire what my mom does for a living, but I wish she would have become a teacher or something not so recognizable.
I also wished that I had someone I could talk to. My mom talked to me about my foster father. I considered asking to talk to him, but I didn't understand how someone, that is supposed to love you, would give you up like some rabid pup.
She also tells me I'm welcome to talk to my oppa. But I don't want to do that either. I love my oppa, but he lives in Hungary. For the few times I did call him, my grandma told me he's sleeping. I wish I could tell her how I feel, but I don't want her to get sad.
"Hey there you are, my star detective!"
"Hey Dodd's." I offer a warm smile
He asked me what I wanted to drink, and I simply replied "red Merlot please."
"One Red Merlot for the lady here, and I'll take a refill of Gin on rocks please."
"Olivia, it's great to see you again." Smiled the bar tender warmly.
"Nice to see you too John."
"So Olivia. Your probably wondering why I called you here."
"Yes."
"Well I wanted to let you know, that come Monday, I will be leaving Special Victims for the Coventry. I'll now be working with the Traffic and Pedestrian task force in Staten Island. And Olivia you will be Captain."
Olivia didn't know if she heard him right.
"Me- captain?" She squeaked out
"Yes "Captain Olivia"."
"So I'm not losing my Job?"
"Who said anything about that?"
"But I'm I'm taking your job."
"Oliva" He said grabbing her wrist lightly.
"Yes?"
"Your the Captain now." He smiled at her
"I'm the Captain." She smiled starting to let it sink in.
"Yes you are. And your gonna make one hell of Captain."
"Thank you so much."
"Serena Benson, Leave a message."
"Ciao mamma, ho appena ricevuto una promozione. Chiamami presto."(Hi mom, I just got a promotion. Call me soon.)
"Noah, guess what?"
"What?"
"Yo mama just got a promotion."