How Does it Feel
Chapter 13
Disclaimer: Jus' borrowing 'em for the time being. If somebody's gotta problem with that, sorry. I don't claim them, I'm not making a profit off of them (though, it would be nice if I was ... I'm broke).
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For the next few weeks work was anything but enjoyable, well as enjoyable as a job such as hers could be, at least. The replacement that they had sent for Elliot was not her favorite. While Rachael Peterson had come with wonderful recommendations-which it hadn't taken long for her to figure out why-her personality needed some working. She was extremely cold, stubborn, and flat out bitchy. And while Olivia understood that a job like hers did not leave one feeling very cheery she couldn't understand why the woman was so hostile. She barely spoke to anybody, and when she did it was only when it was necessary-while working a case or doing paperwork, sometimes even when she was having trouble locating some things in the still unfamiliar stationhouse-or when the Captain appeared. At those times she but on a faux smile, a bad one at that, and pretended to be enjoyable. Olivia couldn't tell if it was fooling the Captain or not, but it wasn't fooling anybody else. Peterson had no problem with letting people know just how much of a bitch she was, it seemed to Olivia she was proud of it.
Peterson didn't seem to like anybody at work, Munch least of all. She was always sneering at his smart-ass remarks, or scowling at something he had said, be it to her or to somebody else. Olivia had caught her cursing him under her breath on more than one occasion, she assumed Munch had as well, because he began doing anything and everything to piss her off further. It was funny, really, her reactions. It always made Olivia's day a little brighter, she enjoyed the laughs.
Another person on Peterson's 'hate list' was Alex. It seemed that she had come into the job with an already bias opinion of the woman. On the second day Peterson worked at the 1-6 she had confessed to Olivia that she had no clue how a lawyer with such a blatant disregard for the rules and procedures could remain the ADA. Olivia had retorted, saying that although Alex had been known to "bend" the rules a bit she only did so in extreme cases, otherwise she had the utmost respect for her work, and followed the rules immensely. Peterson had only snorted in response, Olivia could tell that she had struck some sort of nerve, why Alex was such a touchy subject for the woman Olivia had no clue, nor did she care. Alex was capable of fighting her own battles. But still, she couldn't understand how somebody could form an opinion on somebody they had never met in their life. And, although the petite blonde sometimes got on her nerves, they had still managed to become close friends outside of work.
And, as it turned out, she would have to. Nearly two weeks into the job-just a few days prior-Peterson and Olivia had brought a suspect in for questioning, the Captain, ADA, and Huang watching just behind the glass. Halfway into the interview there was a knock at the door and the detectives went to see just what it was they were needed for. Alex made a suggestion, give the man a deal for his knowledge; the suspect had been nothing more than an errand boy for the man they were going after, Alex wanted the big fish. Peterson disagreed, according to her the man should pay for his crimes in full; the man he worked for's crimes notwithstanding. They got into a heated conversation, words were said, names were flung, and in the end Alex won. The Captain ordered Olivia and Rachael to corporate; offer a deal. That had been Olivia's position all along, she had voiced it for a split-second only to be hushed by the bickering women. Thankfully, the man folded, gave up the information, and the big fish was hooked. He was, at the moment, waiting to be tried for numerous rape-homicides.
The only person that Peterson seemed to get along with was Huang; John had joked that it was because she had a crush on him. Peterson was, in fact, a young, single woman. But, nonetheless, George was a psychologist; he spent his entire career making people happy, or at least satisfied. If they were unhappy, who knows what things could happen, there was that experience he had spoken of where a patient had attacked him. Then again when a man only two hours away from execution saw an opportunity to live, and took it. He had attacked both Huang and Elliot that time, but George had been the one with his head bashed against the wall. So, Olivia doubted that-even if Peterson did have some feelings for Huang-they weren't returned. Personally, Olivia thought that Huang might have a thing for Alex.
So, at that moment, Olivia was busy with paperwork, as was Peterson. Munch and Fin were busy chatting with each other and stuffing their faces. Munch said something that Peterson didn't approve of and her head whipped around, allowing her to glare at him. Munch shrugged it off and went back to talking with his partner. Olivia just shook her head with silent laughter. After a few minutes inquired about Elliot's physical state.
"He's doing better," she answered. "He's gotten over the insomnia, the wound is healing nicely. He can't wait to get back to work, though. He's going crazy being alone."
Peterson looked up at her, a confused look on her face. "How do you know he couldn't sleep?"
Since nobody had spoken of Elliot to her Olivia wasn't surprised at her question. "He's staying at my apartment," she replied with a shrug, "He will be for the duration of his recovery."
"That's a bit unorthodox, don't you think?" She asked, then without giving Olivia time to reply, "It's not exactly professional for your partner to be sleeping at your home."
Munch snickered; "It's not like they can do much, he does have a pretty nasty gun-shot wound to his stomach."
"Besides," Olivia said, "He's in the middle of a divorce."
The confused look had yet to leave her face, "Fraternization isn't exactly something that's encouraged, Olivia. Even if he is in the middle of a divorce it's not exactly wise for him to be staying at your place."
"I really could care less, Rachael," she spit out her name, "and you telling me I should isn't going to change anything."
She seemed to get the hint, "Fine. Screw with your career."
"I think it's Elliot she'd rather screw with," Munch whispered to Fin. Olivia shot him a look.
He threw his hands up in defense, "What?"
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Things hadn't been running as smoothly for Elliot either. For the first week of recovery he spent at her apartment he was plagued with insomnia. He would wake up at ungodly hours-if he even got to sleep in the first place-and need different things. Something to drink, help getting to the bathroom, even something to eat every now and then. And while this didn't bother Olivia, she was happy to help, it wasn't setting so well with him. He wanted sleep and the troubles were just irritating him. But, on the bright side he was heeling better than the doctors had expect, and although he was already close to healing to the point of return to work for desk duty Cragean was still very adamant in his decision, he had over a week to wait before he could return to working.
Another problem for Elliot was the divorce. While his recovery had been coming along fine the divorce process was just the opposite. Kathy was coming up with all kinds of things, spitting out lies about Olivia and his relationship, trying to make herself look better for the courts. But, she was all talk, no proof. All in all it looked like the divorce would be taking longer than Elliot had initially thought, but Olivia still held true to her word, she could wait as long as it was necessary. Elliot though was having some troubles with the idea.
He wasn't enjoying being alone for hours and hours while Olivia was away at work. Kathleen had come over a few times; Olivia had given her a key so Elliot wouldn't have to get up for the door. They had talked, Kathleen filling him in on the things that were going on with her mother, what she was planning on doing, the new lies she had come up with. Elliot was thankful for the company, but wished he could have more time with his middle child, as well as his other children.
He was currently waiting for Olivia to arrive home from work. By his estimate she would be there within ten minutes, maybe even sooner. And the patient side of him was quickly fading. He was bored, lonely, you name it he felt it. He was halfheartedly attempting to pace, but his side was bothering him so he had to sit back down. The TV was an unwelcome distraction, too many hours of watching it turned it boring. He had experimented with making dinner for her, but he wasn't sure how well it had turned out, his wound had begun to act up so he had to rush. It was the thought that count, though, so he figured she'd at least pretend to enjoy it.
Another fifteen minutes of anxiously waiting and the sound of keys clanging caught his attention. She was home, finally. He stood, awkwardly, to greet her. When she entered the apartment she smiled at him and told him to sit back down, he'd hurt himself. He was thankful for the order; just standing was something that he needed to continue working on. For once he was thankful that it was only desk duty he'd be return to in a little over a week.
"Did you make something?" She questioned as she sat her things down on the dinning room table. "It smells delicious. What is it?"
"Fettuccini Alfredo ... with chicken. I'm not sure how good it is though, I'm not exactly the best at cooking."
"Well, at least you tried. I'm starving. You want me to make you a plate?"
He nodded, "I'll make the drinks."
She shook her head, "You stay put, I don't want you hurting yourself any further. Lord knows that if I have to spend any more time with that woman than is necessary I think I'll loose my mind. Munch and Fin have helped me keep my sanity, but you'd be a much bigger help."
He smiled, "You can tell me all about it over dinner."
"Oh," she said with a chuckle, "I'd already planned on it."
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A/N: Yeah, I know, it's taken a little longer than normal for me to get the next chapter out, but school had been taking up a lot of time, and powderpuff has taken up the rest. I had a huge project due today, thankfully finished it. And, on top of that I have two very important papers due on Monday. One, 8 pages long (typed, no less) for Psychology. And another roughly 5 pages long, an essay for English II. I'll try my best to write whenever possible. But, I can't make any promises. Anyway, tell me what'cha think.
Chapter 13
Disclaimer: Jus' borrowing 'em for the time being. If somebody's gotta problem with that, sorry. I don't claim them, I'm not making a profit off of them (though, it would be nice if I was ... I'm broke).
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For the next few weeks work was anything but enjoyable, well as enjoyable as a job such as hers could be, at least. The replacement that they had sent for Elliot was not her favorite. While Rachael Peterson had come with wonderful recommendations-which it hadn't taken long for her to figure out why-her personality needed some working. She was extremely cold, stubborn, and flat out bitchy. And while Olivia understood that a job like hers did not leave one feeling very cheery she couldn't understand why the woman was so hostile. She barely spoke to anybody, and when she did it was only when it was necessary-while working a case or doing paperwork, sometimes even when she was having trouble locating some things in the still unfamiliar stationhouse-or when the Captain appeared. At those times she but on a faux smile, a bad one at that, and pretended to be enjoyable. Olivia couldn't tell if it was fooling the Captain or not, but it wasn't fooling anybody else. Peterson had no problem with letting people know just how much of a bitch she was, it seemed to Olivia she was proud of it.
Peterson didn't seem to like anybody at work, Munch least of all. She was always sneering at his smart-ass remarks, or scowling at something he had said, be it to her or to somebody else. Olivia had caught her cursing him under her breath on more than one occasion, she assumed Munch had as well, because he began doing anything and everything to piss her off further. It was funny, really, her reactions. It always made Olivia's day a little brighter, she enjoyed the laughs.
Another person on Peterson's 'hate list' was Alex. It seemed that she had come into the job with an already bias opinion of the woman. On the second day Peterson worked at the 1-6 she had confessed to Olivia that she had no clue how a lawyer with such a blatant disregard for the rules and procedures could remain the ADA. Olivia had retorted, saying that although Alex had been known to "bend" the rules a bit she only did so in extreme cases, otherwise she had the utmost respect for her work, and followed the rules immensely. Peterson had only snorted in response, Olivia could tell that she had struck some sort of nerve, why Alex was such a touchy subject for the woman Olivia had no clue, nor did she care. Alex was capable of fighting her own battles. But still, she couldn't understand how somebody could form an opinion on somebody they had never met in their life. And, although the petite blonde sometimes got on her nerves, they had still managed to become close friends outside of work.
And, as it turned out, she would have to. Nearly two weeks into the job-just a few days prior-Peterson and Olivia had brought a suspect in for questioning, the Captain, ADA, and Huang watching just behind the glass. Halfway into the interview there was a knock at the door and the detectives went to see just what it was they were needed for. Alex made a suggestion, give the man a deal for his knowledge; the suspect had been nothing more than an errand boy for the man they were going after, Alex wanted the big fish. Peterson disagreed, according to her the man should pay for his crimes in full; the man he worked for's crimes notwithstanding. They got into a heated conversation, words were said, names were flung, and in the end Alex won. The Captain ordered Olivia and Rachael to corporate; offer a deal. That had been Olivia's position all along, she had voiced it for a split-second only to be hushed by the bickering women. Thankfully, the man folded, gave up the information, and the big fish was hooked. He was, at the moment, waiting to be tried for numerous rape-homicides.
The only person that Peterson seemed to get along with was Huang; John had joked that it was because she had a crush on him. Peterson was, in fact, a young, single woman. But, nonetheless, George was a psychologist; he spent his entire career making people happy, or at least satisfied. If they were unhappy, who knows what things could happen, there was that experience he had spoken of where a patient had attacked him. Then again when a man only two hours away from execution saw an opportunity to live, and took it. He had attacked both Huang and Elliot that time, but George had been the one with his head bashed against the wall. So, Olivia doubted that-even if Peterson did have some feelings for Huang-they weren't returned. Personally, Olivia thought that Huang might have a thing for Alex.
So, at that moment, Olivia was busy with paperwork, as was Peterson. Munch and Fin were busy chatting with each other and stuffing their faces. Munch said something that Peterson didn't approve of and her head whipped around, allowing her to glare at him. Munch shrugged it off and went back to talking with his partner. Olivia just shook her head with silent laughter. After a few minutes inquired about Elliot's physical state.
"He's doing better," she answered. "He's gotten over the insomnia, the wound is healing nicely. He can't wait to get back to work, though. He's going crazy being alone."
Peterson looked up at her, a confused look on her face. "How do you know he couldn't sleep?"
Since nobody had spoken of Elliot to her Olivia wasn't surprised at her question. "He's staying at my apartment," she replied with a shrug, "He will be for the duration of his recovery."
"That's a bit unorthodox, don't you think?" She asked, then without giving Olivia time to reply, "It's not exactly professional for your partner to be sleeping at your home."
Munch snickered; "It's not like they can do much, he does have a pretty nasty gun-shot wound to his stomach."
"Besides," Olivia said, "He's in the middle of a divorce."
The confused look had yet to leave her face, "Fraternization isn't exactly something that's encouraged, Olivia. Even if he is in the middle of a divorce it's not exactly wise for him to be staying at your place."
"I really could care less, Rachael," she spit out her name, "and you telling me I should isn't going to change anything."
She seemed to get the hint, "Fine. Screw with your career."
"I think it's Elliot she'd rather screw with," Munch whispered to Fin. Olivia shot him a look.
He threw his hands up in defense, "What?"
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Things hadn't been running as smoothly for Elliot either. For the first week of recovery he spent at her apartment he was plagued with insomnia. He would wake up at ungodly hours-if he even got to sleep in the first place-and need different things. Something to drink, help getting to the bathroom, even something to eat every now and then. And while this didn't bother Olivia, she was happy to help, it wasn't setting so well with him. He wanted sleep and the troubles were just irritating him. But, on the bright side he was heeling better than the doctors had expect, and although he was already close to healing to the point of return to work for desk duty Cragean was still very adamant in his decision, he had over a week to wait before he could return to working.
Another problem for Elliot was the divorce. While his recovery had been coming along fine the divorce process was just the opposite. Kathy was coming up with all kinds of things, spitting out lies about Olivia and his relationship, trying to make herself look better for the courts. But, she was all talk, no proof. All in all it looked like the divorce would be taking longer than Elliot had initially thought, but Olivia still held true to her word, she could wait as long as it was necessary. Elliot though was having some troubles with the idea.
He wasn't enjoying being alone for hours and hours while Olivia was away at work. Kathleen had come over a few times; Olivia had given her a key so Elliot wouldn't have to get up for the door. They had talked, Kathleen filling him in on the things that were going on with her mother, what she was planning on doing, the new lies she had come up with. Elliot was thankful for the company, but wished he could have more time with his middle child, as well as his other children.
He was currently waiting for Olivia to arrive home from work. By his estimate she would be there within ten minutes, maybe even sooner. And the patient side of him was quickly fading. He was bored, lonely, you name it he felt it. He was halfheartedly attempting to pace, but his side was bothering him so he had to sit back down. The TV was an unwelcome distraction, too many hours of watching it turned it boring. He had experimented with making dinner for her, but he wasn't sure how well it had turned out, his wound had begun to act up so he had to rush. It was the thought that count, though, so he figured she'd at least pretend to enjoy it.
Another fifteen minutes of anxiously waiting and the sound of keys clanging caught his attention. She was home, finally. He stood, awkwardly, to greet her. When she entered the apartment she smiled at him and told him to sit back down, he'd hurt himself. He was thankful for the order; just standing was something that he needed to continue working on. For once he was thankful that it was only desk duty he'd be return to in a little over a week.
"Did you make something?" She questioned as she sat her things down on the dinning room table. "It smells delicious. What is it?"
"Fettuccini Alfredo ... with chicken. I'm not sure how good it is though, I'm not exactly the best at cooking."
"Well, at least you tried. I'm starving. You want me to make you a plate?"
He nodded, "I'll make the drinks."
She shook her head, "You stay put, I don't want you hurting yourself any further. Lord knows that if I have to spend any more time with that woman than is necessary I think I'll loose my mind. Munch and Fin have helped me keep my sanity, but you'd be a much bigger help."
He smiled, "You can tell me all about it over dinner."
"Oh," she said with a chuckle, "I'd already planned on it."
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A/N: Yeah, I know, it's taken a little longer than normal for me to get the next chapter out, but school had been taking up a lot of time, and powderpuff has taken up the rest. I had a huge project due today, thankfully finished it. And, on top of that I have two very important papers due on Monday. One, 8 pages long (typed, no less) for Psychology. And another roughly 5 pages long, an essay for English II. I'll try my best to write whenever possible. But, I can't make any promises. Anyway, tell me what'cha think.