Chapter 5
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The next building had been more oblivious to what had happened to Rebecca, only two people had been awoken to noises, only to hear nothing further. Both had woken up at around 5:25 in the morning. Considering how close in proximity the apartment complex's were it was a plausible timeline. Rebecca had been found by a friend who was worried when she didn't show up for her philosophy class and then didn't answer her phone. That was at 10:03 in the morning.
So, after they got done with talking to all of the people at the complex's they left to get back to the station. They arrived at 4:32. When they got to their desks Elliot was surprised to find a manila folder on the top of his. He looked around confused, "Where did this come from?" He asked towards Munch and Fin.
"Don't know. It was here when we got back." Fin stated, "Maybe you should ask the cap."
He shook his head, "Nah, I'll figure it out when I open it I guess." He sat down and opened the folder. Taking the contents out he read them twice over to make sure he had everything right. Kathy was contesting the divorce. She wouldn't sing the papers. Now, he would have to go to court. Well, this week was turning out to be just peachy wasn't it?
"So, what is it?" Munch asked, eyebrows raised.
He shook his head once more and put the papers back into the folder. "Nothing important." He laid the manila folder on top of his desk and started at it attentively. He had known Kathy wouldn't go along with it all along, but, there was still the chance she wouldn't want to take it to court and just sign them. Now he'd have to tell everybody that they were getting divorced and what had happened before the divorce actually took place.
It was just then that he considered what his kids would go through due to the divorce. Kathy would try and push sole custody, but there was no way he would let that happen. He knew she'd bring up his long work hours, and the fact that he's never home, or can be called at 2 in the morning. Where would that leave the kids in the way of transportation? All of this was valid explanations, but even still they were no reason for him not to at least have shared custody.
And where would he live? Who would receive what? Would he get the house, or would Kathy? His car was under his name so he would get that for certain, but the house was under both their names. Kathy was a stay at home mom, so she wouldn't really have any income. But, she could always get a job in order to pay for bills. But what kind of job could she get? She hadn't exactly finished college.
He was so busy thinking about the aspects that he didn't hear Olivia calling his name. Well, until she nearly yelled it.
"Elliot!"
"What?"
"Phone. It's Kathy." She handed him the phone and went back to whatever she was doing, periodically glancing up at him, still wondering why he had come over the night before.
He put the phone to his ear. "Yeah."
"Elliot, did you get the package?"
"Yes I did."
"Well."
"Well what? What do you want me to say about it."
"That you'll give me…us…another chance."
"That's not going to be happening."
"Why not."
"You know why."
"Oh, so I take it you haven't told anybody yet? Where did you go off to last night? No wait, don't tell me. I think I know. It was that sluts house right? So, it's alright for you to have an affair but I can't?"
"That's not how it is and you know it. Look, I'm not going to discuss this right now. I'm in the middle of working. Goodbye."
He didn't give her a chance to say anything, he hung up. He would've liked to slam the receiver down, but thought it inappropriate. And, it would raise suspicions. He looked down at the manila folder once more and sighed.
"What's going on El?" Olivia asked.
He looked up at her, "It's nothing Liv."
"Sure looks like something to me."
"Not right now ok?"
She nodded, "Sure. But I'm here when you're ready to talk."
"I know."
The rest of the day went in silence. Each person trying to figure out a lead on their rapist, each one coming up with nothing new. All they had was their vague description and their not that accurate timeline.
Things weren't looking up.
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Olivia watched Elliot talking to his wife attentively, as did Munch and Fin, but they were being more discrete about it. She was trying to figure out why exactly he had come over the night before, what had happened between him and Kathy. Or, if it was even something between him and Kathy. For all she knew it wasn't. But, that didn't stop her from thinking that it was, all the evidence pointed to it. He said he'd found out something at home, and he looked a bit annoyed talking with Kathy. Plus, he was keeping to himself, thinking It looked like. And, he had yet to tell her what the problem was, normally by now he would have.
While she was racking her brain the end of the shift rolled around. She ended up staying an hour off the clock, mostly thinking, but partly working. When she became frustrated she decided to give up and go home, not that she would completely stop working. She'd work on her laptop when she got home, she had everything in it that she needed.
She was about to ask Elliot if he was going to be staying with her again when she noticed that he was gone, as were Munch and Fin. The captain poked his head out of his office and asked her when she was going home, she told him that she was on her way, and goodnight sir. He nodded and went back into his office.
When she reached home she plopped down on her couch and started up her laptop, she ended up working until 8:20 when her growling stomach became too much of a nuisance. She put her laptop onto her coffee table and went into the kitchen to rummage up something to eat. She finally settled on some soup. She put the pot on the burner and poured the vegetable soup into it. After waiting for the eye of the burner to heat up she started to stir the soup. After a few minutes her dinner was made and she once again went into the living room, this time turning on the radio.
She knew the song that was playing, but couldn't place the name of the singer. She sang along with the song, softly, even she wasn't fond of her singing.
"I woke up and the world outside was dark, all so quiet before the dawn, opened up the door and walked outside, the ground was cold. I walked until I couldn't walk anymore. To a place I'd never been, there was something stirring in the air, in front of me. I could see.
"More than this, more than this, so much more than this, there is something else there. When all that you had has all gone. More than this, I stand, feeling so connected. And I'm more than, right next to you."
She took a few bites of her soup while the instrumental music played.
When the man once again started singing, she did too. "It started when I saw the ship go down, I saw them struggle in the sea. Suddenly the picture disappears, in front of me. Now we're busy making all our busy plans, on foundations built to last. Nothing fades as fast as the future, nothing clings like the past.
"More than this, more than this, so much more than this, there is something out there. More than this, it's coming through. More than this, I stand, alone and so connected. And I'm more than, right next to you.
"Oh, and it's alright. When with every day, another bit falls away. Oh, and it's still alright, alright, alright. Like words together, we can make some sense. More than this, way beyond imagination. Much more than this, beyond the stars. With my head so full, so full of fractured pictures. And I'm more than, right next to you."
A knock at her door took her away from her singing and she sat her bowl of soup down on the coffee table next to her laptop. She got up from the couch and walked to the door. She looked out the peephole. It was Elliot. She opened the door and moved aside to let him in. "Hey." She said as he walked past her.
"Hey." He looked around, "I was wondering…"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"You were going to ask if you could stay again. Yes. But. I need a simple explanation, doesn't have to be an immense explanation, but an explanation nonetheless. Ok?"
He nodded and set his bag onto the floor. "It has to do with Kathy and I."
"Alright. That's really all I need to know, I just don't want to be kept too far out in the dark, I mean, I have to have some sort of light, right?"
He smiled, "Yeah. I guess. You got anything to eat?"
She rolled her eyes, "You want some soup?"
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a/n: ok, so the next chapter he'll tell her. Maybe. Depends on how far I get…I'm trying to make sure these aren't very long chapters. I tend to get carried away with the length of them. Anyway, I hope that you're enjoying this story. Please review.
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The next building had been more oblivious to what had happened to Rebecca, only two people had been awoken to noises, only to hear nothing further. Both had woken up at around 5:25 in the morning. Considering how close in proximity the apartment complex's were it was a plausible timeline. Rebecca had been found by a friend who was worried when she didn't show up for her philosophy class and then didn't answer her phone. That was at 10:03 in the morning.
So, after they got done with talking to all of the people at the complex's they left to get back to the station. They arrived at 4:32. When they got to their desks Elliot was surprised to find a manila folder on the top of his. He looked around confused, "Where did this come from?" He asked towards Munch and Fin.
"Don't know. It was here when we got back." Fin stated, "Maybe you should ask the cap."
He shook his head, "Nah, I'll figure it out when I open it I guess." He sat down and opened the folder. Taking the contents out he read them twice over to make sure he had everything right. Kathy was contesting the divorce. She wouldn't sing the papers. Now, he would have to go to court. Well, this week was turning out to be just peachy wasn't it?
"So, what is it?" Munch asked, eyebrows raised.
He shook his head once more and put the papers back into the folder. "Nothing important." He laid the manila folder on top of his desk and started at it attentively. He had known Kathy wouldn't go along with it all along, but, there was still the chance she wouldn't want to take it to court and just sign them. Now he'd have to tell everybody that they were getting divorced and what had happened before the divorce actually took place.
It was just then that he considered what his kids would go through due to the divorce. Kathy would try and push sole custody, but there was no way he would let that happen. He knew she'd bring up his long work hours, and the fact that he's never home, or can be called at 2 in the morning. Where would that leave the kids in the way of transportation? All of this was valid explanations, but even still they were no reason for him not to at least have shared custody.
And where would he live? Who would receive what? Would he get the house, or would Kathy? His car was under his name so he would get that for certain, but the house was under both their names. Kathy was a stay at home mom, so she wouldn't really have any income. But, she could always get a job in order to pay for bills. But what kind of job could she get? She hadn't exactly finished college.
He was so busy thinking about the aspects that he didn't hear Olivia calling his name. Well, until she nearly yelled it.
"Elliot!"
"What?"
"Phone. It's Kathy." She handed him the phone and went back to whatever she was doing, periodically glancing up at him, still wondering why he had come over the night before.
He put the phone to his ear. "Yeah."
"Elliot, did you get the package?"
"Yes I did."
"Well."
"Well what? What do you want me to say about it."
"That you'll give me…us…another chance."
"That's not going to be happening."
"Why not."
"You know why."
"Oh, so I take it you haven't told anybody yet? Where did you go off to last night? No wait, don't tell me. I think I know. It was that sluts house right? So, it's alright for you to have an affair but I can't?"
"That's not how it is and you know it. Look, I'm not going to discuss this right now. I'm in the middle of working. Goodbye."
He didn't give her a chance to say anything, he hung up. He would've liked to slam the receiver down, but thought it inappropriate. And, it would raise suspicions. He looked down at the manila folder once more and sighed.
"What's going on El?" Olivia asked.
He looked up at her, "It's nothing Liv."
"Sure looks like something to me."
"Not right now ok?"
She nodded, "Sure. But I'm here when you're ready to talk."
"I know."
The rest of the day went in silence. Each person trying to figure out a lead on their rapist, each one coming up with nothing new. All they had was their vague description and their not that accurate timeline.
Things weren't looking up.
~**~**~**~
Olivia watched Elliot talking to his wife attentively, as did Munch and Fin, but they were being more discrete about it. She was trying to figure out why exactly he had come over the night before, what had happened between him and Kathy. Or, if it was even something between him and Kathy. For all she knew it wasn't. But, that didn't stop her from thinking that it was, all the evidence pointed to it. He said he'd found out something at home, and he looked a bit annoyed talking with Kathy. Plus, he was keeping to himself, thinking It looked like. And, he had yet to tell her what the problem was, normally by now he would have.
While she was racking her brain the end of the shift rolled around. She ended up staying an hour off the clock, mostly thinking, but partly working. When she became frustrated she decided to give up and go home, not that she would completely stop working. She'd work on her laptop when she got home, she had everything in it that she needed.
She was about to ask Elliot if he was going to be staying with her again when she noticed that he was gone, as were Munch and Fin. The captain poked his head out of his office and asked her when she was going home, she told him that she was on her way, and goodnight sir. He nodded and went back into his office.
When she reached home she plopped down on her couch and started up her laptop, she ended up working until 8:20 when her growling stomach became too much of a nuisance. She put her laptop onto her coffee table and went into the kitchen to rummage up something to eat. She finally settled on some soup. She put the pot on the burner and poured the vegetable soup into it. After waiting for the eye of the burner to heat up she started to stir the soup. After a few minutes her dinner was made and she once again went into the living room, this time turning on the radio.
She knew the song that was playing, but couldn't place the name of the singer. She sang along with the song, softly, even she wasn't fond of her singing.
"I woke up and the world outside was dark, all so quiet before the dawn, opened up the door and walked outside, the ground was cold. I walked until I couldn't walk anymore. To a place I'd never been, there was something stirring in the air, in front of me. I could see.
"More than this, more than this, so much more than this, there is something else there. When all that you had has all gone. More than this, I stand, feeling so connected. And I'm more than, right next to you."
She took a few bites of her soup while the instrumental music played.
When the man once again started singing, she did too. "It started when I saw the ship go down, I saw them struggle in the sea. Suddenly the picture disappears, in front of me. Now we're busy making all our busy plans, on foundations built to last. Nothing fades as fast as the future, nothing clings like the past.
"More than this, more than this, so much more than this, there is something out there. More than this, it's coming through. More than this, I stand, alone and so connected. And I'm more than, right next to you.
"Oh, and it's alright. When with every day, another bit falls away. Oh, and it's still alright, alright, alright. Like words together, we can make some sense. More than this, way beyond imagination. Much more than this, beyond the stars. With my head so full, so full of fractured pictures. And I'm more than, right next to you."
A knock at her door took her away from her singing and she sat her bowl of soup down on the coffee table next to her laptop. She got up from the couch and walked to the door. She looked out the peephole. It was Elliot. She opened the door and moved aside to let him in. "Hey." She said as he walked past her.
"Hey." He looked around, "I was wondering…"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"You were going to ask if you could stay again. Yes. But. I need a simple explanation, doesn't have to be an immense explanation, but an explanation nonetheless. Ok?"
He nodded and set his bag onto the floor. "It has to do with Kathy and I."
"Alright. That's really all I need to know, I just don't want to be kept too far out in the dark, I mean, I have to have some sort of light, right?"
He smiled, "Yeah. I guess. You got anything to eat?"
She rolled her eyes, "You want some soup?"
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a/n: ok, so the next chapter he'll tell her. Maybe. Depends on how far I get…I'm trying to make sure these aren't very long chapters. I tend to get carried away with the length of them. Anyway, I hope that you're enjoying this story. Please review.