Disclaimer: see first chapter.
Olivia has yet another stalker. A long chappie this time.
Detective Benson walked out of a gym under the dim glow of a street light. A cool breeze ruffled the damp tips of her freshly washed hair. She set off down the street toward her apartment.
Halfway there, Olivia glanced over into the side view mirror of a parked car. She saw a man dressed in black following about 50 feet behind her. She decided that if the man followed her all the way to her apartment, she would tell Cragen in the morning.
Olivia made it all the way to home without anything happening though the hairs on the back of her neck stood at strict attention. After she turned the key on the bolt lock she looked out the window to find that her 'shadow' was no where to be seen. Seeing so, she took a quick shower and went to bed.
The next morning she took off for a little coffee shop she always went to and kept tabs on the man following not two or three people behind her in the morning crowd. She walked slowly and calmly to the surprisingly short line leading to the counter. Even though she knew the menu by heart, she looked up at it as an excuse to catch a glimpse over her shoulder. She found that her stalker had indeed followed her.
She'd just reached the counter when a hand landed on her shoulder. She grasped the offender's wrist as she wrenched around and knocked him on his ass with a sharp uppercut.
Another hand grabbed her upper arm from behind. She turned with a wild left hook that just brushed the graying head of a familiar skinny Jew ducking from years of experience.
"Liv!" Munch said, as he leaned back away from another punch. "It's me!"
She lowered her fists and gave him a confused look.
"You know, you just clocked the FBI agent assigned to tail you." He said as she glanced down at the supine man.
"I'm being tailed?"
John dragged her outside away from all the gaping people. "We're both being tailed. Adrenetti, that mob lackey, just made parole."
"What? How? Why didn't they tell me?" Olivia fumed.
"That's why." Munch pointed to the recovering agent.
"Oh."
"And they think I'm paranoid. At least I don't punch out my protector's lights."
"I'm only paranoid about the important thing like MY LIFE, and don't start that argument again." Olivia retorted to Munch's pout.
"But I like that argument."