My computer crapped out on me so I had to rewrite this so I lost a lot of the dialogue that I thought flowed really well. :( And to my flamer since I cannot catch you in IM: if you would read the summary you would see that it clearly states "ElliotOC" OC standing for ORIGINAL CHARACTER. My point in writing this story was to take Elliot out of canon and explore what the pressures of such a job could do to someone. Now on to the fic!
"Maur! Wake up Maur!" Brigdet yelled as she shook Maureen trying to wake her from her slumber.
"MMMmmm?" She yawned sleepily. "Whadaya want?" She yawned again. "I was just getting this stuff."
"Yeah in your dreams" Bridget laughed.
"Exactly" she agreed. They both laughed. "You ready to get crackin'?"
"No, but I know you will anyway, so let's go." The girls got down to work.
Suddenly Bridg looked up. "Your dad's not working my case anymore. Munch is."
"Why? What happened?"
"Your father just said it was too personal with you and I being good friends. That's all."
"Well I hope that they get him, you know that right?"
"Maur, he's gotten. He's arrested. The only reason he even has to have a trial is because he's entitled to one. It'll all work out, you'll see."
"I'm sleeping in your room tonight. I just don't want to be out and exposed in the living room. I don't know… I'm weird." She grinned.
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You want her, don't deny it. You know you do. More importantly she wants you. She kissed you. That's proof that she wants it, right? Right? You'd never force someone; but if she wants it so bad... You're sick. You know that, Elliot. You're a sick fuck just like those that you put away. Just like those that you slam against the wall. Just like them. Doesn't matter if she wants it or not.
As Elliot walked into the kitchen his mind began to race. He couldn't sleep and it wasn't because he was tired. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He knew how wrong it was; but he also knew how much he wanted it… her. He wanted her.
He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight that seemed faintly like a sense of deja vu. Bridget at the kitchen table except for her hands… They weren't below her waist this time. They were wrapped around her knees that were pulled up to her chest; she was shaking and rocking, muttering to herself.
You made him leave. He's going to leave like all the others and it's your entire fault. Why would he stay with you? Why would he give up his family, job, and life to be with you? Are you good enough? No, you aren't. You never have been. He doesn't really want you, it's all pity for the "poor abused girl" that's all it's ever been. The reason he apologized? He was disgusted. Anyone would be disgusted to be with you.
Elliot rushed to her side. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Bridg. NO." He murmured frantically, clutching her into his chest. "I don't feel like that; and I do want you, I do." He choked. "I know I shouldn't but god I do." He smoothed her hair back and looked into her eyes. "I do want you, and I'm trying to fight it. Know that." He kissed her. And felt all reason flow into her waiting mouth.
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"What the hell?" Maureen screeched. "Dad? Bridget? What the fucking hell is going on?"
Elliot rushed over to his daughter, shushing her. "Maur, keep it down. We don't want to wake your siblings or your mother - especially your mother."
"--And your fucking wife!" She retorted. "What the hell were you thinking?" Elliot braced himself. "My fucking father! No wonder you called him at work and wanted to spend so much time with him! You want to fuck him. Why? Why are you so sex-crazed that you have to attempt to fuck a married man? Are you that deranged?" she ranted.
"Maureen. She's not deranged. She's not the only one that feels something".
Maureen turned to stare at her father.
TBC