Munch and Fin walked up the stairs to Sheila Robertson's apartment behind
her landlady.
"This is it," she said pointing to the door.
"Thanks," said Fin entering the room.
There was nothing exciting about the apartment on first view; it was your basic New York City Apartment. The two entered and walked into the living room. T.V, couches, shelves, pictures, nothing out of the ordinary.
"Maybe Detective Smith was right, it looks like there's nothing here," said Fin walking into her kitchen.
Munch walked over and picked up a picture off the shelf, it was a picture of Sheila at the beach looking very cozy with a man. "Well I'll be damned," said Munch to himself. "Hey Fin, come look at this.
He handed his partner the picture he'd found, "is that who I think it is?" asked Fin looking at his partner.
"Yep," said Munch, "it looks to me like Detective Smith knows more about this case then he was letting on."
Juan Robertson sat in the interrogation room fidgeting and looking nervous. "That's our cue," said Elliot looking at Olivia.
The two walked into the room and sat down across from Juan.
"So Mr. Robertson," said Elliot, "Do you want to tell us why you murdered your wife?"
"I didn't murder my wife detective," responded Juan, "I already told you that."
"See that's funny," said Olivia looking right at Juan, "because we found some material from a jacket that is linked to you."
"What jacket?" asked Juan looking nervous.
"A jacket that was being worn by your little thug pal Greg Jenkins," continued Olivia, "he was with you at your room last time we saw you."
"Well maybe you should question him," said Juan getting into Olivia's face. This woman annoyed him so much, stupid bitch thought she was always in control of what was going on.
"What are you holding back from us Juan?" asked Elliot pushing him back into his chair.
"Listen, am I under arrest? Asked Juan, "because if not then I'm out of here." With that he stood up and headed toward the door.
"Detective Benson," said Juan turning to her, "maybe you should take a look at your ex, he knew my wife better then I did."
Olivia blinked this took her by surprise. She knew Jeff was holding back something, until now she wasn't sure what it was.
Juan walked over to Olivia and whispered in her ear; "you should go there you know, Paris is beautiful this time of year."
Olivia flinched, what was he talking about? With that Juan exited smiling at Elliot and waving.
Olivia and Elliot walked out of the interrogation room. "What did he say to you?" asked Elliot looking over at his partner.
"He told me I should go to Paris," she said with a hint of question in her voice.
"Does that mean anything to you?" Elliot asked with a look of concern.
"I have no idea," she answered honestly.
The two sat down at their desks, and Olivia waited for the inevitable question. "Olivia," asked Elliot, "I hate to ask you this, but do you think Jeff could be involved."
"We do," replied Munch before Olivia had a chance to answer.
"Did you find something at the apartment?" asked Cragen walking out of his office.
"We found lots of intimate picture of Sheila with detective Smith," replied Fin.
They all looked at Olivia. Fin felt bad for her, it couldn't be easy having to deal with this. "Sorry Olivia," Fin added.
"Hey, it was a long time ago" said Olivia, "you guys don't need to walk on egg shells around me."
"Alright," said Cragen looking at Fin and Munch, "let's get Smith in here for questioning." The two nodded and headed out the door.
"Olivia," said Cragen, "I don't want you here when we question Smith."
Elliot looked down, he agreed with Cragen, but he didn't want to be involved in this argument.
"Captain, I can handle it," she replied in defense.
"I don't doubt that," said Cragen, "I'm just not sure Jeff Smith can."
"Alright," said Olivia standing up, "I'll head home."
Cragen nodded and walked into his office.
Olivia looked over at Elliot, "Call me after the interview, I want to know what happens."
"Of course," said Elliot standing up and touching her arm, "Are you going to be okay?"
"Of course I am," she said smiling at him.
She was the strongest person that Elliot knew.
Ring Ring Ring
Elliot picked up his cell phone, it was probably Olivia calling him. They'd just interviewed Jeff, with not a whole lot of success.
"Didn't think I'd call you?" said Elliot smiling into the phone.
"Elliot?" said a familiar voice. Elliot's heart sank.
"Kathy, hey," he said into the phone.
"Elliot, I haven't heard from you in two days," she pleaded into the phone.
"Yeah well, you said it Kathy, our marriage is over."
"I know, but we still have kids Elliot, and it's not like I wanted this."
Elliot sighed, she was right.
"I'm sorry Kathy, we're just on this crazy case, and..."
Kathy cut him off, "there will always be a case won't there Elliot."
"Yeah, well my work is important to me," replied Elliot.
"I know Elliot, I've always known, you're just blind to it" sighed Kathy.
"Blind to how important my work is to me?" questioned Elliot, not understanding what his soon to be ex-wife was telling him.
"No Elliot," she said into the phone, "blind to why it's so important to you. Good bye Elliot."
"Night Kath, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He didn't know what she was talking about, but he chalked it up to her being emotional over everything, and he couldn't blame her.
Olivia walked into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass. She'd taken a bath, changed into her pajamas, and was trying to relax from the crazy day she'd had.
She took her wine into her living room and sat on her couch, she reached for her magazine she never got to start the other night when a book bellow it caught her eye, "France: Paris and Beyond" she'd borrowed it from a friend about a week ago.
Olivia's eyes widened and she quickly picked up her phone. "Elliot," she pleaded into the phone.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" asked Elliot concern filling his voice.
"Elliot, get over here."
Elliot didn't waste anytime, he got in his car and headed right to her house, he had to know what was going on.
There was a knock at Olivia's door. Nervously she looked through her peephole. Seeing that it was Elliot she sighed and opened the door.
"Olivia what's going on?" asked Elliot entering her apartment and looking around.
Olivia walked over to her coffee table and grabbed the book showing it to him, it took a minute for all of it to register for him
"He told me to go to Paris Elliot," she said waving the book at him, "He's been in my apartment."
Elliot sighed, "damn it," he said.
"Why me? What did I ever do to this guy," she said throwing her hands into the air.
Elliot walked over and put his arms around Olivia, she lost it and began crying into his shoulder, "You did nothing Olivia, you're just a connection to Jeff, the man who his wife was sleeping with."
Olivia pulled away and wiped the tears away, "what did Jeff have to say?" she asked snapping back into detective mode.
The two moved into the living room and sat down on her couch.
"Not a lot," said Elliot, "He just said that he had been seeing Sheila for several years, and that Juan must have found out."
"That's why Jeff was warning me," said Olivia, "He knew since he took something of his that."
"That Juan would want something that had belonged to Jeff," said Elliot finishing her sentence. "Nothing is going to happen to you though Olivia."
"Elliot, I can't keep having you run to my rescue, you have a family a life."
Elliot looked over at the person he'd known for years and his stomach fluttered, she was always so caring. He'd always known how beautiful she was, but it was at this moment that he realized she was more, she was perfect.
"Elliot?" said Olivia looking at him, "is something wrong, you're staring."
"What?" he said snapping out of it, "no, it's just that I really don't have a family life right now."
"Elliot, I'm so sorry, I take it you talked to Kathy today," she said rubbing his leg.
"Yeah," he said.
"What did she say?" asked Olivia.
"She said that my work was important to me and I was blind to why," he said almost saying it and realizing what it meant at the same time.
Olivia got a puzzled look on her face, "I don't understand," said Olivia looking at his face.
"Either did I till now," said Elliot, "I was blind to the fact that it's not just my work that's important to me," he reached up and locked eyes with Olivia caressing her face. "It's you."
"Thanks," said Fin entering the room.
There was nothing exciting about the apartment on first view; it was your basic New York City Apartment. The two entered and walked into the living room. T.V, couches, shelves, pictures, nothing out of the ordinary.
"Maybe Detective Smith was right, it looks like there's nothing here," said Fin walking into her kitchen.
Munch walked over and picked up a picture off the shelf, it was a picture of Sheila at the beach looking very cozy with a man. "Well I'll be damned," said Munch to himself. "Hey Fin, come look at this.
He handed his partner the picture he'd found, "is that who I think it is?" asked Fin looking at his partner.
"Yep," said Munch, "it looks to me like Detective Smith knows more about this case then he was letting on."
Juan Robertson sat in the interrogation room fidgeting and looking nervous. "That's our cue," said Elliot looking at Olivia.
The two walked into the room and sat down across from Juan.
"So Mr. Robertson," said Elliot, "Do you want to tell us why you murdered your wife?"
"I didn't murder my wife detective," responded Juan, "I already told you that."
"See that's funny," said Olivia looking right at Juan, "because we found some material from a jacket that is linked to you."
"What jacket?" asked Juan looking nervous.
"A jacket that was being worn by your little thug pal Greg Jenkins," continued Olivia, "he was with you at your room last time we saw you."
"Well maybe you should question him," said Juan getting into Olivia's face. This woman annoyed him so much, stupid bitch thought she was always in control of what was going on.
"What are you holding back from us Juan?" asked Elliot pushing him back into his chair.
"Listen, am I under arrest? Asked Juan, "because if not then I'm out of here." With that he stood up and headed toward the door.
"Detective Benson," said Juan turning to her, "maybe you should take a look at your ex, he knew my wife better then I did."
Olivia blinked this took her by surprise. She knew Jeff was holding back something, until now she wasn't sure what it was.
Juan walked over to Olivia and whispered in her ear; "you should go there you know, Paris is beautiful this time of year."
Olivia flinched, what was he talking about? With that Juan exited smiling at Elliot and waving.
Olivia and Elliot walked out of the interrogation room. "What did he say to you?" asked Elliot looking over at his partner.
"He told me I should go to Paris," she said with a hint of question in her voice.
"Does that mean anything to you?" Elliot asked with a look of concern.
"I have no idea," she answered honestly.
The two sat down at their desks, and Olivia waited for the inevitable question. "Olivia," asked Elliot, "I hate to ask you this, but do you think Jeff could be involved."
"We do," replied Munch before Olivia had a chance to answer.
"Did you find something at the apartment?" asked Cragen walking out of his office.
"We found lots of intimate picture of Sheila with detective Smith," replied Fin.
They all looked at Olivia. Fin felt bad for her, it couldn't be easy having to deal with this. "Sorry Olivia," Fin added.
"Hey, it was a long time ago" said Olivia, "you guys don't need to walk on egg shells around me."
"Alright," said Cragen looking at Fin and Munch, "let's get Smith in here for questioning." The two nodded and headed out the door.
"Olivia," said Cragen, "I don't want you here when we question Smith."
Elliot looked down, he agreed with Cragen, but he didn't want to be involved in this argument.
"Captain, I can handle it," she replied in defense.
"I don't doubt that," said Cragen, "I'm just not sure Jeff Smith can."
"Alright," said Olivia standing up, "I'll head home."
Cragen nodded and walked into his office.
Olivia looked over at Elliot, "Call me after the interview, I want to know what happens."
"Of course," said Elliot standing up and touching her arm, "Are you going to be okay?"
"Of course I am," she said smiling at him.
She was the strongest person that Elliot knew.
Ring Ring Ring
Elliot picked up his cell phone, it was probably Olivia calling him. They'd just interviewed Jeff, with not a whole lot of success.
"Didn't think I'd call you?" said Elliot smiling into the phone.
"Elliot?" said a familiar voice. Elliot's heart sank.
"Kathy, hey," he said into the phone.
"Elliot, I haven't heard from you in two days," she pleaded into the phone.
"Yeah well, you said it Kathy, our marriage is over."
"I know, but we still have kids Elliot, and it's not like I wanted this."
Elliot sighed, she was right.
"I'm sorry Kathy, we're just on this crazy case, and..."
Kathy cut him off, "there will always be a case won't there Elliot."
"Yeah, well my work is important to me," replied Elliot.
"I know Elliot, I've always known, you're just blind to it" sighed Kathy.
"Blind to how important my work is to me?" questioned Elliot, not understanding what his soon to be ex-wife was telling him.
"No Elliot," she said into the phone, "blind to why it's so important to you. Good bye Elliot."
"Night Kath, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
He didn't know what she was talking about, but he chalked it up to her being emotional over everything, and he couldn't blame her.
Olivia walked into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass. She'd taken a bath, changed into her pajamas, and was trying to relax from the crazy day she'd had.
She took her wine into her living room and sat on her couch, she reached for her magazine she never got to start the other night when a book bellow it caught her eye, "France: Paris and Beyond" she'd borrowed it from a friend about a week ago.
Olivia's eyes widened and she quickly picked up her phone. "Elliot," she pleaded into the phone.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" asked Elliot concern filling his voice.
"Elliot, get over here."
Elliot didn't waste anytime, he got in his car and headed right to her house, he had to know what was going on.
There was a knock at Olivia's door. Nervously she looked through her peephole. Seeing that it was Elliot she sighed and opened the door.
"Olivia what's going on?" asked Elliot entering her apartment and looking around.
Olivia walked over to her coffee table and grabbed the book showing it to him, it took a minute for all of it to register for him
"He told me to go to Paris Elliot," she said waving the book at him, "He's been in my apartment."
Elliot sighed, "damn it," he said.
"Why me? What did I ever do to this guy," she said throwing her hands into the air.
Elliot walked over and put his arms around Olivia, she lost it and began crying into his shoulder, "You did nothing Olivia, you're just a connection to Jeff, the man who his wife was sleeping with."
Olivia pulled away and wiped the tears away, "what did Jeff have to say?" she asked snapping back into detective mode.
The two moved into the living room and sat down on her couch.
"Not a lot," said Elliot, "He just said that he had been seeing Sheila for several years, and that Juan must have found out."
"That's why Jeff was warning me," said Olivia, "He knew since he took something of his that."
"That Juan would want something that had belonged to Jeff," said Elliot finishing her sentence. "Nothing is going to happen to you though Olivia."
"Elliot, I can't keep having you run to my rescue, you have a family a life."
Elliot looked over at the person he'd known for years and his stomach fluttered, she was always so caring. He'd always known how beautiful she was, but it was at this moment that he realized she was more, she was perfect.
"Elliot?" said Olivia looking at him, "is something wrong, you're staring."
"What?" he said snapping out of it, "no, it's just that I really don't have a family life right now."
"Elliot, I'm so sorry, I take it you talked to Kathy today," she said rubbing his leg.
"Yeah," he said.
"What did she say?" asked Olivia.
"She said that my work was important to me and I was blind to why," he said almost saying it and realizing what it meant at the same time.
Olivia got a puzzled look on her face, "I don't understand," said Olivia looking at his face.
"Either did I till now," said Elliot, "I was blind to the fact that it's not just my work that's important to me," he reached up and locked eyes with Olivia caressing her face. "It's you."