Chapter 3
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2:13am
It was late--well early--when Olivia finally reached home. She sighed when she noticed what time it was, 2:13am. She would have to wake up in 6 or so hours in order to get ready for work. Although, she doubted she would get more than 4 hours of sleep. Her mind was still reeling with the information of their new case. Two victims in one night, very little evidence, and barley a description of the perp.
From what they had gathered from the two victims, he had blue eyes, was medium in weight, taller than they were (which didn't help much, considering the tallest of the two was 5'5), and smelt like a new car, either he worked at a dealership or his work had something to do with leather. That didn't help much, they didn't know what the color of his skin was, what ethnicity he was, anything that could differentiate him from the rest of the New Yorkers, or a tourist for that matter.
She fell onto her couch after changing into her pajamas and flipped on the TV. She flipped through the channels until she reached the sci-fi station, x-files was on, she watched agents Mulder and Scully chase after the conspirators in the government and she couldn't help but laugh. Like anything on that show would actually be a reality. But, that didn't mean the show wasn't good. Suprisingly enough, she liked the show. Nearing the end she began to doze off. By the end credits she was lightly snoozing on her couch.
That was until the resounding sound of somebody banging at her door woke her up.
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1:06am
Elliot Stabler felt bad about leaving the precinct before Olivia, because he knew that she'd stay there for at least an hour after he left, but he had to get home, he had a family to think about. And God knows Kathy would go on a rant for him pulling another 12 hour shift. But, this perp seemed to leave no trace evidence, save for the partial footprint that was useless anyway, it was the front top of the shoe, no size was visible.
It didn't surprise him that the streets were still busy, and it took him a little while to actually make it home. But, when he did he saw that his and Kathy's room's light was off, so he wouldn't get the usual you-work-too-much speech. It's not like he didn't work too much, even he knew that he did, but what he was doing needed to be done. Somebody had to find the seemingly invisible perpetrators.
He shed his coat and laid it on the back of a chair at the dining table, he took off his shoes and placed them by the door and while he made his way upstairs he started to unbutton his shirt. He went to check on the kids before he remembered the twins were at their grandparents and Kathleen was at a friends. Maureen had long since left for college, and was probably partying at a dorm somewhere. He cringed at the thought.
He walked to his and Kathy's room and stopped abruptly when he was right outside the door. Was that giggling? He listened closer. Yes, that was giggling, it was Kathy's giggling. Why would she be giggling? It dawned on him…he threw the door open and switched the lights on. He was shocked and appalled at what he saw…his wife was in bed. With another man. He gapped for a moment before his anger got the best of him. "What the hell is going on?" He screamed at the top of his lungs, although he knew full well what had transpired.
Kathy jumped out of the bed, pulling the comforter with her leaving the man with the sheets. She looked at him stunned, "Elliot? What are you doing here?"
He was taken aback, "what am 'I' doing 'HERE'? I LIVE HERE! What is HE doing HERE! Furthermore, what are YOU doing in MY bed?" He was at that point fuming, "No. Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know." He turned and headed for the door, when he reached the frame he turned again, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer in the morning." He turned to the man, who he recognized as Steven, one of Kathy's friends from college. "Oh, and Steve, you'll be hearing from your wife. Considering she doesn't already know of your little rendezvous'. Which, I'm sure she doesn't." With that he left the house in a huff.
He already knew where he was going.
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3:42am
Olivia looked out the peephole surprised to see Elliot standing in front of it. She opened the door, "Elliot? What are you doing here?"
"It's a long story. Can I come in?"
She was shocked by his disheveled look, she nodded, "Alright, yeah. Come on in. Would you like coffee or something?"
He shook his head, "No. I was just wondering if you could spare me your couch, a pillow and a blanket. If that's not too much trouble to ask."
"Of course not." She went into her room and emerged moments later carrying a pillow and a blanket. She handed them to him and he sat down on the couch, staring at the TV. X-files was long since off, and Stargate SG-1 was on. O'Neill was trying to convince Carter to go fishing with him. It dawned on her how pathetic it really was that she knew these characters, and that she watched the sci-fi channel.
"You like this stuff?" He said gesturing to the TV.
She chuckled, "Actually. I do. Think of it as an unhealthy habit."
He shook his head, "Nah, that would make me look bad. 'Cause I like it too." She smiled wearily and turned back to the TV, "I've seen this episode already though."
"Yeah. So have I." She sighed and sat down on her couch. She looked over at Elliot who's gaze was fixed at the TV, although she could tell he was not comprehending what was going on. He wasn't looking at the screen, more past it. "El, what's wrong? Why did you come here?"
He looked over at her, "Can't I come and visit a friend?"
She shook her head, "Not while said friend is asleep."
"I'm sorry if I woke you up, I just wasn't sure of where else to go."
She was about to state the obvious, and tell him he could've simply gone home, but seeing as she had yet to figure out what was troubling him, home could be the problem, that would be insensitive of her. "It's alright El, really. I just want to know what's bothering you. You don't usually show up at my doorstep at nearly 4 in the morning, especially when we have work in a few hours."
He sighed, "I went home, and found something out. Something I'd rather not talk about."
"Alright." She said, studying him, but getting nowhere, "You can tell me when you're ready. Until then, sweet dreams. I would say don't let the bed bugs bite, but I have no bugs." She smiled. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Liv, it is the morning."
"Ok, then I'll see you in a few hours. I hope you're not too uncomfortable."
He shook his head, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
She nodded and took off for her bedroom, she slipped under the warm covers of her bed, and after wondering what was perplexing her partner for awhile she finally fell into a dreamless slumber.
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A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! I liked it, although it's a bit sad, but gotta get rid of Kathy one way or another, and I figure it's better if she's the bad guy.Thanks to those who have reviewed, please continue!
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2:13am
It was late--well early--when Olivia finally reached home. She sighed when she noticed what time it was, 2:13am. She would have to wake up in 6 or so hours in order to get ready for work. Although, she doubted she would get more than 4 hours of sleep. Her mind was still reeling with the information of their new case. Two victims in one night, very little evidence, and barley a description of the perp.
From what they had gathered from the two victims, he had blue eyes, was medium in weight, taller than they were (which didn't help much, considering the tallest of the two was 5'5), and smelt like a new car, either he worked at a dealership or his work had something to do with leather. That didn't help much, they didn't know what the color of his skin was, what ethnicity he was, anything that could differentiate him from the rest of the New Yorkers, or a tourist for that matter.
She fell onto her couch after changing into her pajamas and flipped on the TV. She flipped through the channels until she reached the sci-fi station, x-files was on, she watched agents Mulder and Scully chase after the conspirators in the government and she couldn't help but laugh. Like anything on that show would actually be a reality. But, that didn't mean the show wasn't good. Suprisingly enough, she liked the show. Nearing the end she began to doze off. By the end credits she was lightly snoozing on her couch.
That was until the resounding sound of somebody banging at her door woke her up.
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1:06am
Elliot Stabler felt bad about leaving the precinct before Olivia, because he knew that she'd stay there for at least an hour after he left, but he had to get home, he had a family to think about. And God knows Kathy would go on a rant for him pulling another 12 hour shift. But, this perp seemed to leave no trace evidence, save for the partial footprint that was useless anyway, it was the front top of the shoe, no size was visible.
It didn't surprise him that the streets were still busy, and it took him a little while to actually make it home. But, when he did he saw that his and Kathy's room's light was off, so he wouldn't get the usual you-work-too-much speech. It's not like he didn't work too much, even he knew that he did, but what he was doing needed to be done. Somebody had to find the seemingly invisible perpetrators.
He shed his coat and laid it on the back of a chair at the dining table, he took off his shoes and placed them by the door and while he made his way upstairs he started to unbutton his shirt. He went to check on the kids before he remembered the twins were at their grandparents and Kathleen was at a friends. Maureen had long since left for college, and was probably partying at a dorm somewhere. He cringed at the thought.
He walked to his and Kathy's room and stopped abruptly when he was right outside the door. Was that giggling? He listened closer. Yes, that was giggling, it was Kathy's giggling. Why would she be giggling? It dawned on him…he threw the door open and switched the lights on. He was shocked and appalled at what he saw…his wife was in bed. With another man. He gapped for a moment before his anger got the best of him. "What the hell is going on?" He screamed at the top of his lungs, although he knew full well what had transpired.
Kathy jumped out of the bed, pulling the comforter with her leaving the man with the sheets. She looked at him stunned, "Elliot? What are you doing here?"
He was taken aback, "what am 'I' doing 'HERE'? I LIVE HERE! What is HE doing HERE! Furthermore, what are YOU doing in MY bed?" He was at that point fuming, "No. Wait. Don't answer that. I don't want to know." He turned and headed for the door, when he reached the frame he turned again, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer in the morning." He turned to the man, who he recognized as Steven, one of Kathy's friends from college. "Oh, and Steve, you'll be hearing from your wife. Considering she doesn't already know of your little rendezvous'. Which, I'm sure she doesn't." With that he left the house in a huff.
He already knew where he was going.
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3:42am
Olivia looked out the peephole surprised to see Elliot standing in front of it. She opened the door, "Elliot? What are you doing here?"
"It's a long story. Can I come in?"
She was shocked by his disheveled look, she nodded, "Alright, yeah. Come on in. Would you like coffee or something?"
He shook his head, "No. I was just wondering if you could spare me your couch, a pillow and a blanket. If that's not too much trouble to ask."
"Of course not." She went into her room and emerged moments later carrying a pillow and a blanket. She handed them to him and he sat down on the couch, staring at the TV. X-files was long since off, and Stargate SG-1 was on. O'Neill was trying to convince Carter to go fishing with him. It dawned on her how pathetic it really was that she knew these characters, and that she watched the sci-fi channel.
"You like this stuff?" He said gesturing to the TV.
She chuckled, "Actually. I do. Think of it as an unhealthy habit."
He shook his head, "Nah, that would make me look bad. 'Cause I like it too." She smiled wearily and turned back to the TV, "I've seen this episode already though."
"Yeah. So have I." She sighed and sat down on her couch. She looked over at Elliot who's gaze was fixed at the TV, although she could tell he was not comprehending what was going on. He wasn't looking at the screen, more past it. "El, what's wrong? Why did you come here?"
He looked over at her, "Can't I come and visit a friend?"
She shook her head, "Not while said friend is asleep."
"I'm sorry if I woke you up, I just wasn't sure of where else to go."
She was about to state the obvious, and tell him he could've simply gone home, but seeing as she had yet to figure out what was troubling him, home could be the problem, that would be insensitive of her. "It's alright El, really. I just want to know what's bothering you. You don't usually show up at my doorstep at nearly 4 in the morning, especially when we have work in a few hours."
He sighed, "I went home, and found something out. Something I'd rather not talk about."
"Alright." She said, studying him, but getting nowhere, "You can tell me when you're ready. Until then, sweet dreams. I would say don't let the bed bugs bite, but I have no bugs." She smiled. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Liv, it is the morning."
"Ok, then I'll see you in a few hours. I hope you're not too uncomfortable."
He shook his head, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."
She nodded and took off for her bedroom, she slipped under the warm covers of her bed, and after wondering what was perplexing her partner for awhile she finally fell into a dreamless slumber.
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A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! I liked it, although it's a bit sad, but gotta get rid of Kathy one way or another, and I figure it's better if she's the bad guy.Thanks to those who have reviewed, please continue!