It was 9:45pm. Olivia had just gotten home. She walked into the kitchen and put her keys on the counter. She sighed to herself and opened the refrigerator.

She opened it to find that it was empty with the exception of a half empty carton of milk that expired last week. She had been working until late most nights and tonight she considered herself lucky.

The late hours she had been working were starting to take a toll on her. The kind of toll it had taken on her now inactive personal life years before. She stood in the kitchen for a while thinking about whether she should take a shower or just go to sleep. She had decided the ladder. Tomorrow was her off day and she had it to make up for all lost time and God was she tired.

She dragged her feet into her bed room and kicked off her shoes. She lazily stripped her cloths and put a t-shirt on and climbed into bed. She woke up about three hours later, when the phone rang. She looked at her clock and saw that it was almost one o'clock in the morning. She wished it would just stop. Who could be calling this late?

"SHIT!" she yelled, half awake. "Somebody better be dead." She picked up the phone letting her alarm clock fall to the floor. "Hello?" She said, sounding as tired as she's ever been.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" asked an unfamiliar voice.

"Who...who is this?" she asked, sounding more awake.

"I dunno. You tell me, Detective. Who am I?" asked the man.

"If this is a joke, it's not funny." She said, sounding angry.

"Oh this is no joke, Olivia." He said mysteriously.

"Seriously, I'm hanging up." She said, all evidence of being tired was drained from her voice.

"Do you want to hear a story, Detective?" asked the man. She began to get impatient and hung up the phone. She lay back down, but sleep was futile. She began racking her brain, replaying the voice in her head. The only conclusion she came to was that she regretted hanging up the phone.

She wanted to call somebody. She didn't want to wake up her partners' family over something like this. Besides she was a big girl, she could take care of herself. She got up and walked over to her couch and started to think some more when her phone rang again. She hesitated to answer it and walked slowly over to the receiver. "Hello?" she asked, trying to sound inquisitive. In her line of work she knew it was better to indulge the perps' illusion of control.

"It's not nice to hang on people, Olivia." He said, sounding even creepier than before.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Do you want to hear the story now, Detective?" he asked.

"Um, why not." She said, hesitatingly.

"Alright here it goes: There once was a man. He had been in jail for something small, doesn't matter. He was on parole and had two strikes against him. One day he was framed. Some bitch detective planted evidence and had him sent to prison for six fucking years!" He yelled. "Oh...my god." She said, realizing who he was.

He was a man she put way for possession of drugs, his third strike. She found the drugs when he failed to cooperate with her when she was at a gas station and found a dead man behind the building. This was year before she worked on the Special Victims Unit. He had violated his parole, she sent him away. "Robert...Kline?" she asked. She'd remembered his name because he had the same name as a friend from school

"You catch on quick."

"Robert....why are you calling me?" She asked hesitantly.

"BECAUSE YOU SET ME UP YOU...BITCH!!!" he was practically screaming now.

"Robert hang up the phone. Hang up the phone and we can forge about this" she lied.

"FUCK YOU!! I'M FUCKING COMING OVER!!!" He screamed louder into the phone.

"Robert, you don't-" then she heard a click. He was gone.

To be continued...

a/n- This is a modified version. There were a few kinks that i worked out. I know it isnt perfect so if you notice anything out of place don't hesitate to tell me. Constructive critisism is fine as long as its not...harsh or poorly/mean-ly worded.