title: religious ecstasy - chapter seven
author: duck
rating: pg-13
author note: okay guys, i stayed up all night writing (and packing) despite my 6:30am leaving-for-the-airport time. bit of resolution, but the story isn't done yet. and all cause i love you guys for leaving me such great reviews :)
kukrae-don't feel bad asking for another chapter...as long as you understand i want you to write more too, i guess we're even! [runs off and finally reviews stalked interlude] there! you've been on my favorite authors list for a while, i just hadn't gotten around to reviewing. bad girl!
jen-yeah, i can see this turning into a series :) and i don't particularly care for kathy either; i just feel sorry for her most days.
disclaimer: the custody battle is going poorly. they're still not mine. damn.
- Whitehall Street -
- Thursday April 29th 12:14am -
"Face it John, you're gonna be out twenty bucks." Fin laid on the smugness thicker than a couple of less-than-choice former partners. "Whatever their deal was, they resolved it."
John eyed Fin over the top of his glasses. "Hey, there could still be a Three-Mile Island-sized meltdown. You'll be laying that twenty in my hand before the night's over."
"Naw, they aren't gonna have another lover's quarrel while they're miked."
"Damn, we deal with the arguments too but we don't get the great make-up sex."
"Hey, you guys know you're transmitting right?" As Elliot's voice filtered through the speakers set up on the table they froze. "Guess that's a no. We can hear everything you're saying."
"Ahhh, no hablo ingles," John stuttered and flipped off the transmit switch on their microphone. He and Fin looked at each other and cringed at the same time.
"We are so dead," John commented.
------
Downstairs in the car Olivia pulled away from Elliot's shoulder. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"I would have given anything to see the looks on their faces," Olivia crowed. "I bet it was priceless."
Elliot felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, however temporarily. He felt normal again. "I bet. It explains a lot, though."
"What does?"
"That everyone thinks we're sleeping together." She nodded and leaned back down to resume her watching duties.
"I suppose. Certainly why everyone gives us a wide berth when we fight."
"Well we do bicker like an old married couple, Liv."
"And who'd want to get in the middle of that?" A girlish giggle slipped out of her. "But seriously, for the official record since we're miked: no, Elliot and I are not sleeping together."
"Nor have we ever," he added. He almost added that they wouldn't ever either, but decided not to get too far ahead of himself. One never knew what the future held. It instantly seemed that an emotional betrayal of his marriage, no matter how dying it was, and had sobered even before Cragen's voice cut through and told them to keep the chatter down.
It was as if Olivia sensed the changing direction of his thoughts and went from supporting herself on him to hugging him. He accepted it gratefully. Perhaps this divorce would be harder than he'd originally thought.
- 2:03am -
Olivia had been holding him tightly for a couple hours now, and she had long since bored of tracing the defroster lines of the back window with her eyes. She'd moved onto rearranging the store names to form different words when Elliot stiffened suddenly.
"What have we here?" he asked quietly. She knew better than to turn around and he quickly began describing it. "Man exiting the church. Looks to be about six feet tall, but he's got a hood on. I can't tell his hair color."
"We see him. It looks like he's spotted your car," Munch confirmed in her ear. She felt a surge of fear and adrenaline course through her body. Her extremities began to tingle with anticipation. "He's moving towards you. Look sharp."
Olivia straightened partially so her nose was against Elliot's cheek. She pushed down until she could feel the racing pulse in his neck against her lips. Adrenaline quickly gave way to desire and she hastily batted it back. Not the time, nor the place. She felt his right arm slide up her back to tangle in her short hair. His left hand had left her body entirely.
"He's got a knife!" Fin yelled over the radio and Olivia could faintly hear Cragen ordering the team to move. Too late, she thought as a shadow fell over the window.
The door abruptly exploded outward, sending the shadow reeling back. In a flash Elliot was out from under her, leaving a wake of cold. She collapsed against the seat all but gasping for breath. She looked up in time to see Elliot wrestling the hooded man to the ground, stretching out the hand that held the knife and squeezing at the wrist. The knife clattered to the ground and Elliot had the man cuffed before the first team of officers had even arrived on the scene.
Olivia tried to climb out of the car, but Elliot was up quickly pushing her back down, shimmying out of his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders. It smelled like him, had his warmth, somehow lacked his essence.
"I froze," she muttered. "I froze up in fear."
"It's okay," he soothed.
"Who is it?" she finally asked.
"It's the kid, Andrew."
"But he's only eighteen. He's still a boy."
"I know." He hugged her. Behind them the Munch was reading him his rights as Fin was leading him off to another car parked around the corner.
"Ender!" he was screaming. "I am Ender!!"
- 2:40am -
Olivia sat on the steps of the row house staring blankly at the Opus Dei church in front of her. From the outside it really hardly resembled a church at all. There were no ornate decorations, no superfluous structures. Merely a cross over the doors.
She was ten again, losing her faith for the first time. She couldn't believe she'd found it once more, especially working this job. Wherever it had come from, it was gone again. That the message taught could inspire someone to kill...
Best not to think of it. Best to prepare to question the suspect. To analyze. To trap. To confuse. She and Elliot needed to get back to the station house to prepare.
Elliot.
Where was he? His warmth still surrounded her. She pulled the jacket tighter around her body. This outfit really was ridiculous. She need to get back to the station house to change out of it. To question. To analyze.
And there he was. His arm was around her shoulders and she felt her body leaning against him. The real warmth was there now. Here was his essence for her to soak in. She drew such strength from him and knew he did the same from her in turn. He didn't bother to speak and neither did she.
To be in each other's presence was enough.
[tbc]
author: duck
rating: pg-13
author note: okay guys, i stayed up all night writing (and packing) despite my 6:30am leaving-for-the-airport time. bit of resolution, but the story isn't done yet. and all cause i love you guys for leaving me such great reviews :)
kukrae-don't feel bad asking for another chapter...as long as you understand i want you to write more too, i guess we're even! [runs off and finally reviews stalked interlude] there! you've been on my favorite authors list for a while, i just hadn't gotten around to reviewing. bad girl!
jen-yeah, i can see this turning into a series :) and i don't particularly care for kathy either; i just feel sorry for her most days.
disclaimer: the custody battle is going poorly. they're still not mine. damn.
- Whitehall Street -
- Thursday April 29th 12:14am -
"Face it John, you're gonna be out twenty bucks." Fin laid on the smugness thicker than a couple of less-than-choice former partners. "Whatever their deal was, they resolved it."
John eyed Fin over the top of his glasses. "Hey, there could still be a Three-Mile Island-sized meltdown. You'll be laying that twenty in my hand before the night's over."
"Naw, they aren't gonna have another lover's quarrel while they're miked."
"Damn, we deal with the arguments too but we don't get the great make-up sex."
"Hey, you guys know you're transmitting right?" As Elliot's voice filtered through the speakers set up on the table they froze. "Guess that's a no. We can hear everything you're saying."
"Ahhh, no hablo ingles," John stuttered and flipped off the transmit switch on their microphone. He and Fin looked at each other and cringed at the same time.
"We are so dead," John commented.
------
Downstairs in the car Olivia pulled away from Elliot's shoulder. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"I would have given anything to see the looks on their faces," Olivia crowed. "I bet it was priceless."
Elliot felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, however temporarily. He felt normal again. "I bet. It explains a lot, though."
"What does?"
"That everyone thinks we're sleeping together." She nodded and leaned back down to resume her watching duties.
"I suppose. Certainly why everyone gives us a wide berth when we fight."
"Well we do bicker like an old married couple, Liv."
"And who'd want to get in the middle of that?" A girlish giggle slipped out of her. "But seriously, for the official record since we're miked: no, Elliot and I are not sleeping together."
"Nor have we ever," he added. He almost added that they wouldn't ever either, but decided not to get too far ahead of himself. One never knew what the future held. It instantly seemed that an emotional betrayal of his marriage, no matter how dying it was, and had sobered even before Cragen's voice cut through and told them to keep the chatter down.
It was as if Olivia sensed the changing direction of his thoughts and went from supporting herself on him to hugging him. He accepted it gratefully. Perhaps this divorce would be harder than he'd originally thought.
- 2:03am -
Olivia had been holding him tightly for a couple hours now, and she had long since bored of tracing the defroster lines of the back window with her eyes. She'd moved onto rearranging the store names to form different words when Elliot stiffened suddenly.
"What have we here?" he asked quietly. She knew better than to turn around and he quickly began describing it. "Man exiting the church. Looks to be about six feet tall, but he's got a hood on. I can't tell his hair color."
"We see him. It looks like he's spotted your car," Munch confirmed in her ear. She felt a surge of fear and adrenaline course through her body. Her extremities began to tingle with anticipation. "He's moving towards you. Look sharp."
Olivia straightened partially so her nose was against Elliot's cheek. She pushed down until she could feel the racing pulse in his neck against her lips. Adrenaline quickly gave way to desire and she hastily batted it back. Not the time, nor the place. She felt his right arm slide up her back to tangle in her short hair. His left hand had left her body entirely.
"He's got a knife!" Fin yelled over the radio and Olivia could faintly hear Cragen ordering the team to move. Too late, she thought as a shadow fell over the window.
The door abruptly exploded outward, sending the shadow reeling back. In a flash Elliot was out from under her, leaving a wake of cold. She collapsed against the seat all but gasping for breath. She looked up in time to see Elliot wrestling the hooded man to the ground, stretching out the hand that held the knife and squeezing at the wrist. The knife clattered to the ground and Elliot had the man cuffed before the first team of officers had even arrived on the scene.
Olivia tried to climb out of the car, but Elliot was up quickly pushing her back down, shimmying out of his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders. It smelled like him, had his warmth, somehow lacked his essence.
"I froze," she muttered. "I froze up in fear."
"It's okay," he soothed.
"Who is it?" she finally asked.
"It's the kid, Andrew."
"But he's only eighteen. He's still a boy."
"I know." He hugged her. Behind them the Munch was reading him his rights as Fin was leading him off to another car parked around the corner.
"Ender!" he was screaming. "I am Ender!!"
- 2:40am -
Olivia sat on the steps of the row house staring blankly at the Opus Dei church in front of her. From the outside it really hardly resembled a church at all. There were no ornate decorations, no superfluous structures. Merely a cross over the doors.
She was ten again, losing her faith for the first time. She couldn't believe she'd found it once more, especially working this job. Wherever it had come from, it was gone again. That the message taught could inspire someone to kill...
Best not to think of it. Best to prepare to question the suspect. To analyze. To trap. To confuse. She and Elliot needed to get back to the station house to prepare.
Elliot.
Where was he? His warmth still surrounded her. She pulled the jacket tighter around her body. This outfit really was ridiculous. She need to get back to the station house to change out of it. To question. To analyze.
And there he was. His arm was around her shoulders and she felt her body leaning against him. The real warmth was there now. Here was his essence for her to soak in. She drew such strength from him and knew he did the same from her in turn. He didn't bother to speak and neither did she.
To be in each other's presence was enough.
[tbc]