NOTE: I honestly think you'll will like this chapter. It's the best yet.
Olivia looked at the sketch that the maintenance guy helped them with. According to the ID card they got from the owner of Home Invaders. Ltd the person in the sketch was not Ryan Coming. But the good news was that she knew the guy's face, she just couldn't place it.
Elliot sat opposite her at their desk while she looked at the picture. " Do you know this guy?"
" I believe I do, I just can't remember from where?"
The phone rang and Elliot reached for it immediately. He listened for a few moments and then hung up. " Guess what?"
From the tone in his voice Olivia could tell that it wasn't good news. " What?"
" No prints were found on the bottle. Were dealing with a very smart guy here."
That was the best if not only chance to find this guy and they turned up with nothing. She was hoping that by the end of the day she'd be able to put a name to the face. She hated having to leave the office with it unresolved.
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Olivia stayed up that night looking at the sealing. She kept trying to figure out why the guy looked so familiar but it just was coming to her. She could hear Elliot lurking in the background. She had no idea what was wrong with him. He never seemed to sleep. She couldn't ignore it anymore she had to ask him.
She got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen where she knew he was. He was drinking a cup of coffee, of all things. " Are you still reading that book?"
Her voice startled him. " No, I thought you were asleep."
She took a seat on the stool next to the counter. " I couldn't sleep."
" Well it's your own fault, I told you to take the bed?"
" It's not that?"
He drank the last bit of his coffee and placed the cop in the sink. " You're worried aren't you?"
" Not really, I'm just trying to think where I know him from. What about you why are you moving like an owl?"
He walked over to the couch and she followed him there. " I can't sleep, either."
" Is it that you can't sleep or is it that you don't want to."
He thought about it, " The later."
If she knew talking to him would be this easy she would have asked him before. " Why would you not want to sleep? It's not exactly the healthiest thing to do."
He leaned backwards. " You won't understand."
" Well explain it to me."
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and then open d them again. When he reopened them she was staring so intently into his eyes he felt compelled to tell her what he was thinking. " You know when you do something everyday you sort of get so used to it that it becomes part of who you are?"
She nodded to encourage him to continue.
" I have been sleeping in the same spot with Kathy next to me, and my kids in the same house for nineteen years. That's who I am, a husband and father. When I wake up in the middle of the night I feel like I've been dragged out my house and taken to some remote location. I'm the only one there. Nothing is familiar here. It's almost scary."
Olivia sat in silence. She couldn't begin to know what it felt like to have a family and then lose it all. He could still see his kids whenever he wanted but she knew it wasn't the same as having them in the same house with him.
Elliot began to feel like he had said too much. He should not have put her in that position. " Look at me talking about my problems, they hardly seem significant to what you must be going through."
She at least had a response to that. " I'm fine, this is not the first time something like this is happening."
That was the truth but this seemed to be happening too often and she seemed fine all the time. " Listen 'Liv we can't pretend that this guy isn't different. He's walking around with your keys in his pocket and vendetta against you."
She smiled at this. " Locks can be changed Elliot."
" Yes but I'm sure he can find a way back in. He did it already."
" They have pictures of him at the building, I'm sure no one's goanna miss him," she said simply.
" Where there's a will there's a way."
" What is it Elliot, do you want me afraid?"
He nodded. She looked confused. " Because," he started " When someone tries to take your life it's normal, even healthy to be afraid. If you keep trying to suppress this one day it's all going to come down on you and it will be too much for you to handle."
She past her hand through her hair and looked away from him she could feel the chunks starting to raise in her throat. " I'm scared Okay." A single tear rolled down her cheek.
He moved closer to her and put his arm around her.
For that moment her heart had stopped but she then relaxed into his arms. For the first time that day she felt like she was breathing.
NOTE: So I finally managed to get some E/O things in. Please review.
Olivia looked at the sketch that the maintenance guy helped them with. According to the ID card they got from the owner of Home Invaders. Ltd the person in the sketch was not Ryan Coming. But the good news was that she knew the guy's face, she just couldn't place it.
Elliot sat opposite her at their desk while she looked at the picture. " Do you know this guy?"
" I believe I do, I just can't remember from where?"
The phone rang and Elliot reached for it immediately. He listened for a few moments and then hung up. " Guess what?"
From the tone in his voice Olivia could tell that it wasn't good news. " What?"
" No prints were found on the bottle. Were dealing with a very smart guy here."
That was the best if not only chance to find this guy and they turned up with nothing. She was hoping that by the end of the day she'd be able to put a name to the face. She hated having to leave the office with it unresolved.
****
Olivia stayed up that night looking at the sealing. She kept trying to figure out why the guy looked so familiar but it just was coming to her. She could hear Elliot lurking in the background. She had no idea what was wrong with him. He never seemed to sleep. She couldn't ignore it anymore she had to ask him.
She got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen where she knew he was. He was drinking a cup of coffee, of all things. " Are you still reading that book?"
Her voice startled him. " No, I thought you were asleep."
She took a seat on the stool next to the counter. " I couldn't sleep."
" Well it's your own fault, I told you to take the bed?"
" It's not that?"
He drank the last bit of his coffee and placed the cop in the sink. " You're worried aren't you?"
" Not really, I'm just trying to think where I know him from. What about you why are you moving like an owl?"
He walked over to the couch and she followed him there. " I can't sleep, either."
" Is it that you can't sleep or is it that you don't want to."
He thought about it, " The later."
If she knew talking to him would be this easy she would have asked him before. " Why would you not want to sleep? It's not exactly the healthiest thing to do."
He leaned backwards. " You won't understand."
" Well explain it to me."
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and then open d them again. When he reopened them she was staring so intently into his eyes he felt compelled to tell her what he was thinking. " You know when you do something everyday you sort of get so used to it that it becomes part of who you are?"
She nodded to encourage him to continue.
" I have been sleeping in the same spot with Kathy next to me, and my kids in the same house for nineteen years. That's who I am, a husband and father. When I wake up in the middle of the night I feel like I've been dragged out my house and taken to some remote location. I'm the only one there. Nothing is familiar here. It's almost scary."
Olivia sat in silence. She couldn't begin to know what it felt like to have a family and then lose it all. He could still see his kids whenever he wanted but she knew it wasn't the same as having them in the same house with him.
Elliot began to feel like he had said too much. He should not have put her in that position. " Look at me talking about my problems, they hardly seem significant to what you must be going through."
She at least had a response to that. " I'm fine, this is not the first time something like this is happening."
That was the truth but this seemed to be happening too often and she seemed fine all the time. " Listen 'Liv we can't pretend that this guy isn't different. He's walking around with your keys in his pocket and vendetta against you."
She smiled at this. " Locks can be changed Elliot."
" Yes but I'm sure he can find a way back in. He did it already."
" They have pictures of him at the building, I'm sure no one's goanna miss him," she said simply.
" Where there's a will there's a way."
" What is it Elliot, do you want me afraid?"
He nodded. She looked confused. " Because," he started " When someone tries to take your life it's normal, even healthy to be afraid. If you keep trying to suppress this one day it's all going to come down on you and it will be too much for you to handle."
She past her hand through her hair and looked away from him she could feel the chunks starting to raise in her throat. " I'm scared Okay." A single tear rolled down her cheek.
He moved closer to her and put his arm around her.
For that moment her heart had stopped but she then relaxed into his arms. For the first time that day she felt like she was breathing.
NOTE: So I finally managed to get some E/O things in. Please review.