Chapter 6
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Olivia woke up the next morning confused. She was on her couch…and not to mention sleeping in Elliot's lap. One glance up at him proved that he too had fallen asleep the night before. She smiled at his disheveled appearance, and couldn't help thinking how cute he looked asleep. She cursed herself for thinking so and the TV beckoned at her so she sat up, running her hands through her short hair. She grabbed the remote and flipped the television off, then while suppressing a yawn she shook Elliot awake. He looked at her bemused.
"What?"
"We fell asleep on the couch."
"You fell asleep on the couch. I didn't have the heart to wake you."
She smiled at him, then stretched out her arms, and proceeded with cracking her neck. Elliot winced at the popping sound. "Oh, sorry El. I know that you hate when I do that. Bad habit."
"I'd say so." He himself stretched out his arms. "What time is it?"
She glanced over at the clock. "A bit after 6. I've got to get ready. The coffee is in the third--"
"I know where your coffee is Liv."
She nodded, "All right. Uh, I guess you can take the shower when I'm done."
"Ok."
She walked off into her bedroom, grabbed something to wear that day, and started on her shower. After she finished toweling off her hair and changing she walked back into the living room and was welcomed by the smell of coffee. She smiled and went into her kitchen to make her a cup, Elliot was looking at the same manila folder that he had been the day before. "So." She started, and Elliot jumped at her voice. "What is that really? And, don't tell me nothing important, because, if it wasn't you wouldn't still be looking at it like it was the plague."
"It's complicated Liv."
"All right. But, remember what I said. I'm ready to talk when you are."
He nodded and smiled halfheartedly, "Maybe later. Right now, I've got to shower."
"I'll say so."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh nothing." She smiled, "Hurry up or we'll be late getting to work."
"Yeah, yeah, ok." He walked off into the other door that lead to the bathroom (the one that wasn't through her bedroom) and she poured herself a cup off coffee.
While Olivia was munching on a piece of stale toast her telephone rang, she glanced at the clock in her kitchen bemused, who would be calling this early in the morning? Unless it was somebody at the station. She picked it up on the 3rd ring. "Benson." She said crisply, just in case it was somebody from work.
There was a pause before the person at the other end spoke up, "Is my husband there?"
Olivia was a bit taken aback at the fact it was Kathy on the other end, albeit Elliot had told her she was the reason he wasn't staying at home. "Yeah. He's gone off to shower. Do you want me to get him?" She cursed herself for the way it sounded, but there was really no way she could say anything without it sounding like her an Elliot had--
"No." Kathy replied coldly, cutting off her train of thought. "I'll get a hold of him later."
"I can tell him you called."
"You don't have to," she snapped at her, "It's alright. I'll just call him on his cell phone." She hung up without saying goodbye.
"What a bitch." Olivia said under her breath. Kathy didn't normally act like that, well as far as she knew she didn't, not that Olivia particularly liked Kathy, but she had other reasons for that. She wondered what had ticked her off so badly. While she pondered the tone in Kathy's voice Elliot came out of the shower toweling his hair off with a towel as she had done in the minutes prior.
"Who called? Was it somebody from the station?"
Olivia threw the nasty piece of toast into the garbage. "No."
"Then who was it?"
Olivia thought of telling him that it was Kathy, but Kathy had seemed so bent on her not saying anything to Elliot about her calling. She pushed that aside. "It was nobody. Are you almost ready to go?"
Elliot studied her for a second, "Are you sure it was nobody?"
"Look, if you can keep secrets so can I." She backtracked, "I'm sorry El, I didn't mean it to sound so bitchy. Are you going to take your car to the station, or do you want to ride with me. Cause, if you're taking your car I can go ahead and get on my way."
"You can go ahead. I wont be late."
"Alright." She grabbed her things, making sure to bring her laptop, and headed out the door. "Olivia you are an idiot." She said to herself as she started up her car. "He's a married man, get over him."
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Elliot watched as Olivia left in a huff and started to grab his things so that he too could leave, when his thoughts traveled back to the telephone call. He could have sworn that he heard Olivia say 'what a bitch' after she hung up the phone, but it was so low that he wasn't sure. He turned back and made his way to her caller ID, he knew this could technically be invasion of privacy, but that was only if she found out about it.
He was shocked, to say the least, when it said that he had been the one to call her. Well, not him rather, but somebody from his house. He mused over it for a second, not that he really had to, he knew that it had been Kathy. But what had she said to Olivia? Was the reason Liv snapped at him because Kathy had told her about him filing for divorce, and she was mad he didn't tell her. Or was it because of something Kathy said to her. Kathy had never really like Olivia, but it wasn't because of her she was, but rather what she stood for. Liv was part of the reason he was barley ever home, because of work. And, it didn't help the fact that Kathy was paranoid on the fact she thought that they were having an affair, although Kathy knew her husband could never do such a thing.
But she could right?
He sighed and decided he would call Kathy later, during lunch break, in a secluded room of the precinct, that way if he needed to talk about the divorce nothing would hold him back, and he could get as pissed off as he wanted to. Nobody would be around to hear.
He turned the ignition and started on the trip to the station. He could already tell it was going to be one hell of a long day.
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a/n: Ok, so I've been putting off him telling her so far, but he definitely will in the next chapter. I swear. Thanks for the reviews, please continue to do so. I live for reviews! Without them, I really wouldn't continue to write the story…so, reviews are vital. Anyway, I'll stop my rant now. Hope you like it!
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Olivia woke up the next morning confused. She was on her couch…and not to mention sleeping in Elliot's lap. One glance up at him proved that he too had fallen asleep the night before. She smiled at his disheveled appearance, and couldn't help thinking how cute he looked asleep. She cursed herself for thinking so and the TV beckoned at her so she sat up, running her hands through her short hair. She grabbed the remote and flipped the television off, then while suppressing a yawn she shook Elliot awake. He looked at her bemused.
"What?"
"We fell asleep on the couch."
"You fell asleep on the couch. I didn't have the heart to wake you."
She smiled at him, then stretched out her arms, and proceeded with cracking her neck. Elliot winced at the popping sound. "Oh, sorry El. I know that you hate when I do that. Bad habit."
"I'd say so." He himself stretched out his arms. "What time is it?"
She glanced over at the clock. "A bit after 6. I've got to get ready. The coffee is in the third--"
"I know where your coffee is Liv."
She nodded, "All right. Uh, I guess you can take the shower when I'm done."
"Ok."
She walked off into her bedroom, grabbed something to wear that day, and started on her shower. After she finished toweling off her hair and changing she walked back into the living room and was welcomed by the smell of coffee. She smiled and went into her kitchen to make her a cup, Elliot was looking at the same manila folder that he had been the day before. "So." She started, and Elliot jumped at her voice. "What is that really? And, don't tell me nothing important, because, if it wasn't you wouldn't still be looking at it like it was the plague."
"It's complicated Liv."
"All right. But, remember what I said. I'm ready to talk when you are."
He nodded and smiled halfheartedly, "Maybe later. Right now, I've got to shower."
"I'll say so."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh nothing." She smiled, "Hurry up or we'll be late getting to work."
"Yeah, yeah, ok." He walked off into the other door that lead to the bathroom (the one that wasn't through her bedroom) and she poured herself a cup off coffee.
While Olivia was munching on a piece of stale toast her telephone rang, she glanced at the clock in her kitchen bemused, who would be calling this early in the morning? Unless it was somebody at the station. She picked it up on the 3rd ring. "Benson." She said crisply, just in case it was somebody from work.
There was a pause before the person at the other end spoke up, "Is my husband there?"
Olivia was a bit taken aback at the fact it was Kathy on the other end, albeit Elliot had told her she was the reason he wasn't staying at home. "Yeah. He's gone off to shower. Do you want me to get him?" She cursed herself for the way it sounded, but there was really no way she could say anything without it sounding like her an Elliot had--
"No." Kathy replied coldly, cutting off her train of thought. "I'll get a hold of him later."
"I can tell him you called."
"You don't have to," she snapped at her, "It's alright. I'll just call him on his cell phone." She hung up without saying goodbye.
"What a bitch." Olivia said under her breath. Kathy didn't normally act like that, well as far as she knew she didn't, not that Olivia particularly liked Kathy, but she had other reasons for that. She wondered what had ticked her off so badly. While she pondered the tone in Kathy's voice Elliot came out of the shower toweling his hair off with a towel as she had done in the minutes prior.
"Who called? Was it somebody from the station?"
Olivia threw the nasty piece of toast into the garbage. "No."
"Then who was it?"
Olivia thought of telling him that it was Kathy, but Kathy had seemed so bent on her not saying anything to Elliot about her calling. She pushed that aside. "It was nobody. Are you almost ready to go?"
Elliot studied her for a second, "Are you sure it was nobody?"
"Look, if you can keep secrets so can I." She backtracked, "I'm sorry El, I didn't mean it to sound so bitchy. Are you going to take your car to the station, or do you want to ride with me. Cause, if you're taking your car I can go ahead and get on my way."
"You can go ahead. I wont be late."
"Alright." She grabbed her things, making sure to bring her laptop, and headed out the door. "Olivia you are an idiot." She said to herself as she started up her car. "He's a married man, get over him."
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Elliot watched as Olivia left in a huff and started to grab his things so that he too could leave, when his thoughts traveled back to the telephone call. He could have sworn that he heard Olivia say 'what a bitch' after she hung up the phone, but it was so low that he wasn't sure. He turned back and made his way to her caller ID, he knew this could technically be invasion of privacy, but that was only if she found out about it.
He was shocked, to say the least, when it said that he had been the one to call her. Well, not him rather, but somebody from his house. He mused over it for a second, not that he really had to, he knew that it had been Kathy. But what had she said to Olivia? Was the reason Liv snapped at him because Kathy had told her about him filing for divorce, and she was mad he didn't tell her. Or was it because of something Kathy said to her. Kathy had never really like Olivia, but it wasn't because of her she was, but rather what she stood for. Liv was part of the reason he was barley ever home, because of work. And, it didn't help the fact that Kathy was paranoid on the fact she thought that they were having an affair, although Kathy knew her husband could never do such a thing.
But she could right?
He sighed and decided he would call Kathy later, during lunch break, in a secluded room of the precinct, that way if he needed to talk about the divorce nothing would hold him back, and he could get as pissed off as he wanted to. Nobody would be around to hear.
He turned the ignition and started on the trip to the station. He could already tell it was going to be one hell of a long day.
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a/n: Ok, so I've been putting off him telling her so far, but he definitely will in the next chapter. I swear. Thanks for the reviews, please continue to do so. I live for reviews! Without them, I really wouldn't continue to write the story…so, reviews are vital. Anyway, I'll stop my rant now. Hope you like it!