How Does it Feel?
Part 4
Disclaimer: We've gone through this before, have we not? They're not mine, I don't claim them. Yadda, yadda, yadda, and so on and so forth.
--------------------
The rest of Saturday and Sunday went by with relative normalcy. Monday did as well. But, come early Tuesday morning it was a whole other story. At 2:32 in the AM Olivia's phone rang, thinking it was work she answered just after the first ring, only to be greeted by utter silence. After saying a few choice words she hung up and went back to bed. Around 45 minutes later, at 3:16, the phone rang again. This time Elliot picked it up only to hear nothing and say a few dirty words himself. When the third phone call came at 4:53 Olivia knew she wasn't going to be getting back to sleep. By the time the fourth call came they were ready and while Elliot was on the phone, yelling and cursing, Olivia called in for a trace. But, their efforts were to no avail, it was an untraceable number.
"Damn prepaid cell-phones," Elliot muttered.
When the phone rang for the fifth time Olivia and Elliot had both had enough, they unplugged the phone.
"What happens if work needs us?"
Elliot shrugged, "then they can call our cells."
By the time Olivia and Elliot got to work they were each on their fourth cup of coffee. She yawned and fought to keep her eyes open the whole day, which hadn't gone unnoticed to Munch who took the opportunity to ask Olivia what she and Elliot had been doing to leave her so tired.
"Funny," she said sarcastically. "How 'bout I call you every 45 minutes from 2 till dawn, see how you like it."
"You can call me anytime you'd like," he said with his right eyebrow slightly raised.
Olivia rolled her eyes and went back to her paperwork.
The rest of the day went by uneventful, or, seemed to. They had no idea if the phone calls continued because the left the phone unplugged when they got back to Olivia's apartment. They ordered out and went over their latest case, a 22 year old woman was found in her home, raped, beaten, and murdered. They worked until it was after 12, having lost track of time, then went to their separate rooms.
--------------------
Olivia woke up Wednesday morning to knocking on her bedroom door, much like Saturday morning. She got out of bed and ran a hand through her hair haphazardly, then opened up the door. "What is it this time?"
"You've got a delivery." He held up a bundle of dead roses. "Liv, I don't think we should stay at your apartment anymore, come with me to my house, it's not safe to stay here."
She opened her mouth to protest but looked at the roses and then back at him, the look in his eyes told her he was serious, "alright, fine. I'll grab a few things before we leave for work. But, what makes you think he doesn't know where you live?"
"He probably does, but I'd still feel better if you weren't here."
She nodded, "throw those away." She said indicating towards the roses.
"There's a note."
She sighed and took the small card from within the roses. It read, "See you soon." She ripped the card in half and walked into the kitchen and threw both the ripped up card and the roses into the trash can. "I'll be waiting," she said to herself.
--------------------
It was nearly midnight by the time Elliot and Olivia got to his house, they'd been following leads on their current case, and one lead brought them to a man named Joshua Sullivan, when they brought him in for questioning and took a DNA sample it matched the DNA found at the crime scene, but not 100%. The closeness of the match lead them to Joshua's twin brother, William. They brought him in as well, took his DNA, which matched 100%.
Elliot told Olivia she could sleep in Maureen's old room, which had been turned into a guest room. It was across the hall from the master room. Olivia didn't think that it was a coincidence.
After changing into a pair of drawstring pants and a tank top Olivia went around the room looking at the photos that covered the shelves and walls. Many of them were of Maureen and her friends, but there were also a few of the whole family. She picked up one that was taken at what looked like Yankee Stadium, everybody was there, sans one person, Elliot. She frowned and picked up another photo, this time of Elliot, Kathy, and a baby that Olivia figured was Maureen. She studied the picture, Elliot and Kathy were both smiling in the photo, but the bags under their eyes were clearly visible. There was a knock at the door and she put the photo down.
"Come in."
Elliot came in the room with some sheets and he helped her make the bed, before he left she thanked him.
He furrowed his brow, confused, "what for?"
"Everything, staying with me, letting me come here. You didn't have to."
He smiled, "I wanted to. Get some sleep, we've gotta be up early."
"Right. Night, Elliot."
"Night."
--------------------
a/n: it's kind of boring right at the moment, I know. But take my word for it, it'll get better. I swear. So, keep reading. Anyhow, review please!
Part 4
Disclaimer: We've gone through this before, have we not? They're not mine, I don't claim them. Yadda, yadda, yadda, and so on and so forth.
--------------------
The rest of Saturday and Sunday went by with relative normalcy. Monday did as well. But, come early Tuesday morning it was a whole other story. At 2:32 in the AM Olivia's phone rang, thinking it was work she answered just after the first ring, only to be greeted by utter silence. After saying a few choice words she hung up and went back to bed. Around 45 minutes later, at 3:16, the phone rang again. This time Elliot picked it up only to hear nothing and say a few dirty words himself. When the third phone call came at 4:53 Olivia knew she wasn't going to be getting back to sleep. By the time the fourth call came they were ready and while Elliot was on the phone, yelling and cursing, Olivia called in for a trace. But, their efforts were to no avail, it was an untraceable number.
"Damn prepaid cell-phones," Elliot muttered.
When the phone rang for the fifth time Olivia and Elliot had both had enough, they unplugged the phone.
"What happens if work needs us?"
Elliot shrugged, "then they can call our cells."
By the time Olivia and Elliot got to work they were each on their fourth cup of coffee. She yawned and fought to keep her eyes open the whole day, which hadn't gone unnoticed to Munch who took the opportunity to ask Olivia what she and Elliot had been doing to leave her so tired.
"Funny," she said sarcastically. "How 'bout I call you every 45 minutes from 2 till dawn, see how you like it."
"You can call me anytime you'd like," he said with his right eyebrow slightly raised.
Olivia rolled her eyes and went back to her paperwork.
The rest of the day went by uneventful, or, seemed to. They had no idea if the phone calls continued because the left the phone unplugged when they got back to Olivia's apartment. They ordered out and went over their latest case, a 22 year old woman was found in her home, raped, beaten, and murdered. They worked until it was after 12, having lost track of time, then went to their separate rooms.
--------------------
Olivia woke up Wednesday morning to knocking on her bedroom door, much like Saturday morning. She got out of bed and ran a hand through her hair haphazardly, then opened up the door. "What is it this time?"
"You've got a delivery." He held up a bundle of dead roses. "Liv, I don't think we should stay at your apartment anymore, come with me to my house, it's not safe to stay here."
She opened her mouth to protest but looked at the roses and then back at him, the look in his eyes told her he was serious, "alright, fine. I'll grab a few things before we leave for work. But, what makes you think he doesn't know where you live?"
"He probably does, but I'd still feel better if you weren't here."
She nodded, "throw those away." She said indicating towards the roses.
"There's a note."
She sighed and took the small card from within the roses. It read, "See you soon." She ripped the card in half and walked into the kitchen and threw both the ripped up card and the roses into the trash can. "I'll be waiting," she said to herself.
--------------------
It was nearly midnight by the time Elliot and Olivia got to his house, they'd been following leads on their current case, and one lead brought them to a man named Joshua Sullivan, when they brought him in for questioning and took a DNA sample it matched the DNA found at the crime scene, but not 100%. The closeness of the match lead them to Joshua's twin brother, William. They brought him in as well, took his DNA, which matched 100%.
Elliot told Olivia she could sleep in Maureen's old room, which had been turned into a guest room. It was across the hall from the master room. Olivia didn't think that it was a coincidence.
After changing into a pair of drawstring pants and a tank top Olivia went around the room looking at the photos that covered the shelves and walls. Many of them were of Maureen and her friends, but there were also a few of the whole family. She picked up one that was taken at what looked like Yankee Stadium, everybody was there, sans one person, Elliot. She frowned and picked up another photo, this time of Elliot, Kathy, and a baby that Olivia figured was Maureen. She studied the picture, Elliot and Kathy were both smiling in the photo, but the bags under their eyes were clearly visible. There was a knock at the door and she put the photo down.
"Come in."
Elliot came in the room with some sheets and he helped her make the bed, before he left she thanked him.
He furrowed his brow, confused, "what for?"
"Everything, staying with me, letting me come here. You didn't have to."
He smiled, "I wanted to. Get some sleep, we've gotta be up early."
"Right. Night, Elliot."
"Night."
--------------------
a/n: it's kind of boring right at the moment, I know. But take my word for it, it'll get better. I swear. So, keep reading. Anyhow, review please!