Note: Yes, I'm back with another chapter. Busy girl. Rehearsals and shows
for Miracle Worker, AP testing, and essays... I've had no time for anything.
But soon friends, soon it will be summer, and I will be so bored, I will
write up a storm. BTW- I realize in that last chapter I almost completely
disregarded the case, but I just felt that it was time to add in some OE-
ness in there considering it won't be happening anytime soon on the show
(damn... shakes fist). Anywho, my muse Lizzie has been very helpful... well,
sort of.
Br0wNeyedGrL8432: I dunno what I should do now
Br0wNeyedGrL8432: they kissed... now what?
Br0wNeyedGrL8432: lol
AlexCabotsMyHero: lol!
AlexCabotsMyHero: umm
AlexCabotsMyHero: kiss more?
AlexCabotsMyHero: wink wink nudge nudge
Yeah.. so based on that, and on "Poetry and Aeroplanes" by Teitur,
especially the songs "I Was Just Thinking" and "To Meet You", this chapter
was born. Enjoy. And as for people comments, you all are the nicest bunch
in the world! I'm glad I'm getting such positive feedback, and Muppet-
attack, I understand what you mean, but Liv's reactions and feelings from
the last chapter (like the I LOVE HIM schtick) was all internal, so yeah.
And also I don't think shes overly emotional on the show either, she just
easily relates to the victims, and that's what I'm trying to show here.
Plus, it's someone she knows as more than a victim, so it is personal.
Thanks for the comment though! Alrighty, on to the ficcage!
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As they finally pulled away from each other, they knew that this was NOT a very good time for all of this. They had their feelings in check, but they needed to focus on the case, although neither would forget about this kiss, and they agreed to discuss it later. They arrived at the crime scene, the alleyway where Tessa had been taken to. Seeing the CSU team already working, Elliot went straight to the head CSU.
"What do you got?"
"Not too much," said the woman. "Some blood drops, most likely from your vic, and we found a small piece of sheet metal, probably what your perp used to subdue the victim." Olivia remembered the cut on Tessa's forehead. *Weapon of opportunity, great.*
"Anything else we should know?" Olivia knew she shouldn't push, but she wanted to find this perp as soon as possible.
"Yes, actually. We also found a sticky, glue-like substance along with the blood. We'll need to do an analysis before we know for sure."
"She said he smelled like glue," Olivia said aloud. At least Tessa remembered something. Maybe they'd get lucky with a print on the sheet metal.
"Well, there's not much you can do here-" but the woman's voice was cut off by the shrill of Elliot's cell phone. "Hello?" Elliot answered. He listened to the other line, and after about 10 seconds, he looked over to Olivia with concern in his eyes for what he was hearing. She gave him the querying look of hers, and right away she knew something was wrong. She mouthed a 'what's wrong' and he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the car as he finished up the phone call.
"We'll be right there." As he hung up his cell phone, he knew it was going to hurt him to have to tell her. He didn't want to because he knew what her reaction would be. With sympathy in his eyes and his hands in hers, he took a deep breathe and said it.
"Tessa was just killed. Someone... slit her throat."
Olivia just stared at him, almost not even believing what she heard. It was as if everything stopped moving. She wanted to cry, and scream, and hit something... but she couldn't even move. "Liv..." but he didn't know what to say. There's nothing really he could say. He just looked into those sorrow-filled brown pools. He wanted to hug her, and kiss her, and hold her...but he couldn't. Not here anyway. So he simply looked into her eyes, reassuring her that he knew, and that he understood. That's how it was with them. One look, and they could read eachothers minds. He slowly helped her into the car, and the drove, once again, to the hospital...
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As they finally pulled away from each other, they knew that this was NOT a very good time for all of this. They had their feelings in check, but they needed to focus on the case, although neither would forget about this kiss, and they agreed to discuss it later. They arrived at the crime scene, the alleyway where Tessa had been taken to. Seeing the CSU team already working, Elliot went straight to the head CSU.
"What do you got?"
"Not too much," said the woman. "Some blood drops, most likely from your vic, and we found a small piece of sheet metal, probably what your perp used to subdue the victim." Olivia remembered the cut on Tessa's forehead. *Weapon of opportunity, great.*
"Anything else we should know?" Olivia knew she shouldn't push, but she wanted to find this perp as soon as possible.
"Yes, actually. We also found a sticky, glue-like substance along with the blood. We'll need to do an analysis before we know for sure."
"She said he smelled like glue," Olivia said aloud. At least Tessa remembered something. Maybe they'd get lucky with a print on the sheet metal.
"Well, there's not much you can do here-" but the woman's voice was cut off by the shrill of Elliot's cell phone. "Hello?" Elliot answered. He listened to the other line, and after about 10 seconds, he looked over to Olivia with concern in his eyes for what he was hearing. She gave him the querying look of hers, and right away she knew something was wrong. She mouthed a 'what's wrong' and he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the car as he finished up the phone call.
"We'll be right there." As he hung up his cell phone, he knew it was going to hurt him to have to tell her. He didn't want to because he knew what her reaction would be. With sympathy in his eyes and his hands in hers, he took a deep breathe and said it.
"Tessa was just killed. Someone... slit her throat."
Olivia just stared at him, almost not even believing what she heard. It was as if everything stopped moving. She wanted to cry, and scream, and hit something... but she couldn't even move. "Liv..." but he didn't know what to say. There's nothing really he could say. He just looked into those sorrow-filled brown pools. He wanted to hug her, and kiss her, and hold her...but he couldn't. Not here anyway. So he simply looked into her eyes, reassuring her that he knew, and that he understood. That's how it was with them. One look, and they could read eachothers minds. He slowly helped her into the car, and the drove, once again, to the hospital...