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Chapter Three
Disclaimer: See chapter One.
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Olivia woke up to banging on her bedroom door, and Elliot shouting for her to wake. It took her a few moments to get her bearings straight and remember why Elliot was in her apartment. All the while he kept banging.
"You gonna come out here, or am I gonna have to go in after you?" He yelled through the door.
She slid out of her bed and sleepily walked to the bedroom door, having trouble keeping her eyes open. "It's Saturday," she said as she opened the door, "what could possibly be so important that you'd wake me up early…on a Saturday."
"This," he said thrusting a piece of paper towards her. The look on his face grave.
"What is it?"
"Read it."
She opened the paper and written in bold, black letters was, "Prince Charming won't always be there to protect you. See you soon."
"It's probably just a joke."
"You don't believe that any more than I do. This guys out for revenge, Liv."
She sighed and pushed past him and walked down the hallway, into the living room, and slumped down on her sofa. "What do you suppose we do about this? It's just a note, there's no way to prove it WAS Albertson who put it…wherever you found it, I'm sure he knows by now not to leave any fingerprints. It's circumstantial evidence, poor circumstantial evidence at that."
"I know one thing for sure, there's no way I'm going to leave you alone now."
"Great, now not only do I have a ex-con threatening me, I've got a babysitter, too. Don't think because of this little threat you get to follow me into the shower."
"Damn," he said with a lopsided grin.
Olivia yawned and rubbed her eyes, in an attempt to wake herself up further, "since I'm already awake, you wanna go out for breakfast?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Alright. You're buying."
"What? Why?"
"You woke me up."
"Because I found a note that had been slipped under your door. I thought you'd be upset if I didn't wake you up."
"Well, we'll never know now, will we? Well, I gotta go take a shower, get ready. But, it shouldn't take more than half an hour, you got a change of clothes in your car?"
"Yeah."
"There's a bathroom across from the guestroom, no shower, just a half-bath. It's got a mirror, you should probably shave."
"5 o'clock shadow not workin' for me?"
"It's beyond a 5 o'clock shadow, El. Trust me, shave."
"Yes, master."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "you'd better be ready by the time I get out."
"What ever you say, my lord."
"Stop that."
"Yes, your majesty."
"Elliot," she said in a warning tone.
"Stopping now."
40 minutes later at 10 minutes until 8 they arrived at a little mom and pop restaurant just a block away from Olivia's apartment called Jesse's. Olivia had been stopping in to eat at least once a week for nearly a year, so she was known by a few of the waitresses and waiters. One in particular who normally served her, Sarah was her name, Olivia guessed she was about 19, working to help pay for her tuition. She ended up serving them that morning.
"Hey, it's our cop," she said as she handed Olivia and Elliot menus, "on a date."
Olivia turned a deep shade of red, as did Elliot, "…uh, no, Sarah, not a date. This is my…partner, Elliot."
"Oh, like at work? I got'cha. Guess I should've seen the ring, eh? Dumb me. Anyway, you guys want some coffee?"
They nodded.
"Alright, I'll be right back with that, anything else I can get you? Orange juice, water?"
Olivia looked at Elliot and he shook his head as to say he didn't need anything else. "No, we're good."
"Ok, then. I'll be back in a bit to take your order."
Olivia nodded and she walked to the next table to take their order.
"You come here often?"
"Yeah, it's a nice little place. Good food. I'd recommend the French toast."
"I dunno, I'm more of a pancakes guy myself."
"Ah, see. You learn something new everyday, huh?"
"That's what they say. Anyway, Olivia, about that note--"
"Don't worry so much, El. You're ruining our date," she winked and flashed him a cheeky grin. He smiled back at her, almost uncomfortable it seemed. He was just about to say something when Sarah came back with their coffee.
"Have you decided what you want yet?" She asked.
Elliot nodded and told Sarah what he wanted, pancakes. Olivia got the French toast. Sarah went off to put their order in and Olivia and Elliot sat in an awkward silence for a moment.
"I'm really worried about you, Olivia," Elliot said at last, "I mean, you're pushing this aside like nothing. Like this guy who's after you isn't dangerous. Hell, like he's not even after you at all."
"Yeah, but with Prince Charming watching out for me, why should I be afraid?"
"Don't joke."
She sighed, "well, you're being paranoid enough for both of us, so how am I s'pose to act? I mean, if I act paranoid and jump at every strange noise, I'd be letting Albertson have what he wants, wouldn't I? Though, Huang might have more incite to this than I do. But, he wants me scared, and by being scared I'd be letting him think that he's won."
"What if he doesn't want you scared? 'Cause, it seems to me he just wants you gone."
"Gone? Don't you mean dead? But, I guess you could be right. Or, I could be right. Who knows?"
"He does."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "can we go back to being two normal people on a date, instead of two cops being paranoid?"
"Liv, we're definitely not 'normal people' and we're were never on a date."
"Yeah, but, that was so much nicer than sitting here pondering how Albertson's gonna get back at me, isn't it?"
Elliot shrugged and Sarah came back with their food, and they ate in relative silence. Every now and then one would say something to make the other either laugh or smile, but other than that they just sat and enjoyed each others company. They were too busy with each other and their meals that they didn't notice the short, stout man sitting in the corner booth, watching them through dark rimmed sunglasses, planning his revenge.
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a/n: alright, there it is. Thank you for all the reviews! Tell me how you liked this chapter, please! I love reviews, especially the nice ones. So, keep 'em coming. I hope you're not too terribly bored with this story, but, then again if you were you wouldn't still be reading now, would you? Or, would you? Hmm…anyway. I should probably go, it's already 1 in the morning, and I've gotta wake up early.
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: See chapter One.
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Olivia woke up to banging on her bedroom door, and Elliot shouting for her to wake. It took her a few moments to get her bearings straight and remember why Elliot was in her apartment. All the while he kept banging.
"You gonna come out here, or am I gonna have to go in after you?" He yelled through the door.
She slid out of her bed and sleepily walked to the bedroom door, having trouble keeping her eyes open. "It's Saturday," she said as she opened the door, "what could possibly be so important that you'd wake me up early…on a Saturday."
"This," he said thrusting a piece of paper towards her. The look on his face grave.
"What is it?"
"Read it."
She opened the paper and written in bold, black letters was, "Prince Charming won't always be there to protect you. See you soon."
"It's probably just a joke."
"You don't believe that any more than I do. This guys out for revenge, Liv."
She sighed and pushed past him and walked down the hallway, into the living room, and slumped down on her sofa. "What do you suppose we do about this? It's just a note, there's no way to prove it WAS Albertson who put it…wherever you found it, I'm sure he knows by now not to leave any fingerprints. It's circumstantial evidence, poor circumstantial evidence at that."
"I know one thing for sure, there's no way I'm going to leave you alone now."
"Great, now not only do I have a ex-con threatening me, I've got a babysitter, too. Don't think because of this little threat you get to follow me into the shower."
"Damn," he said with a lopsided grin.
Olivia yawned and rubbed her eyes, in an attempt to wake herself up further, "since I'm already awake, you wanna go out for breakfast?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Alright. You're buying."
"What? Why?"
"You woke me up."
"Because I found a note that had been slipped under your door. I thought you'd be upset if I didn't wake you up."
"Well, we'll never know now, will we? Well, I gotta go take a shower, get ready. But, it shouldn't take more than half an hour, you got a change of clothes in your car?"
"Yeah."
"There's a bathroom across from the guestroom, no shower, just a half-bath. It's got a mirror, you should probably shave."
"5 o'clock shadow not workin' for me?"
"It's beyond a 5 o'clock shadow, El. Trust me, shave."
"Yes, master."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "you'd better be ready by the time I get out."
"What ever you say, my lord."
"Stop that."
"Yes, your majesty."
"Elliot," she said in a warning tone.
"Stopping now."
40 minutes later at 10 minutes until 8 they arrived at a little mom and pop restaurant just a block away from Olivia's apartment called Jesse's. Olivia had been stopping in to eat at least once a week for nearly a year, so she was known by a few of the waitresses and waiters. One in particular who normally served her, Sarah was her name, Olivia guessed she was about 19, working to help pay for her tuition. She ended up serving them that morning.
"Hey, it's our cop," she said as she handed Olivia and Elliot menus, "on a date."
Olivia turned a deep shade of red, as did Elliot, "…uh, no, Sarah, not a date. This is my…partner, Elliot."
"Oh, like at work? I got'cha. Guess I should've seen the ring, eh? Dumb me. Anyway, you guys want some coffee?"
They nodded.
"Alright, I'll be right back with that, anything else I can get you? Orange juice, water?"
Olivia looked at Elliot and he shook his head as to say he didn't need anything else. "No, we're good."
"Ok, then. I'll be back in a bit to take your order."
Olivia nodded and she walked to the next table to take their order.
"You come here often?"
"Yeah, it's a nice little place. Good food. I'd recommend the French toast."
"I dunno, I'm more of a pancakes guy myself."
"Ah, see. You learn something new everyday, huh?"
"That's what they say. Anyway, Olivia, about that note--"
"Don't worry so much, El. You're ruining our date," she winked and flashed him a cheeky grin. He smiled back at her, almost uncomfortable it seemed. He was just about to say something when Sarah came back with their coffee.
"Have you decided what you want yet?" She asked.
Elliot nodded and told Sarah what he wanted, pancakes. Olivia got the French toast. Sarah went off to put their order in and Olivia and Elliot sat in an awkward silence for a moment.
"I'm really worried about you, Olivia," Elliot said at last, "I mean, you're pushing this aside like nothing. Like this guy who's after you isn't dangerous. Hell, like he's not even after you at all."
"Yeah, but with Prince Charming watching out for me, why should I be afraid?"
"Don't joke."
She sighed, "well, you're being paranoid enough for both of us, so how am I s'pose to act? I mean, if I act paranoid and jump at every strange noise, I'd be letting Albertson have what he wants, wouldn't I? Though, Huang might have more incite to this than I do. But, he wants me scared, and by being scared I'd be letting him think that he's won."
"What if he doesn't want you scared? 'Cause, it seems to me he just wants you gone."
"Gone? Don't you mean dead? But, I guess you could be right. Or, I could be right. Who knows?"
"He does."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "can we go back to being two normal people on a date, instead of two cops being paranoid?"
"Liv, we're definitely not 'normal people' and we're were never on a date."
"Yeah, but, that was so much nicer than sitting here pondering how Albertson's gonna get back at me, isn't it?"
Elliot shrugged and Sarah came back with their food, and they ate in relative silence. Every now and then one would say something to make the other either laugh or smile, but other than that they just sat and enjoyed each others company. They were too busy with each other and their meals that they didn't notice the short, stout man sitting in the corner booth, watching them through dark rimmed sunglasses, planning his revenge.
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a/n: alright, there it is. Thank you for all the reviews! Tell me how you liked this chapter, please! I love reviews, especially the nice ones. So, keep 'em coming. I hope you're not too terribly bored with this story, but, then again if you were you wouldn't still be reading now, would you? Or, would you? Hmm…anyway. I should probably go, it's already 1 in the morning, and I've gotta wake up early.