Summary: Olivia's problems seem to have come to a drastic halt. Could her small, silver way out have helped her? Her colleagues catch wind of her methods.
Note: I don't own any of the characters from the show…and I can't remember if I made any, so if you are sure they aren't in any other show…I probably pulled them out of the back of my mind.
"Well, you look rested," Elliot called out as Olivia walked through the precinct doors the next week.
"Yeah. I feel it," she responded.
After a few hours of deskwork, Olivia became warm as the heaters kicked on. She pulled off her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair. A loose, short-sleeved blouse covered her slim figure. Elliot looked at her; all of her movement distracted him. They exchanged glances and got back to work. It was a rainy day and nothing had been reported. All of Olivia and Elliot's old cases were wrapped up and filed. There was nothing to do. All day, they sat and took care of other people in the building's paperwork. She was finally happy. That morning had slipped her mind since it happened. Olivia reached across the desk to Elliot's side to grab a paperclip. With her arm turned up, she remembered. The small, thin, red lines stacked along her wrist were evident and exposed. Quickly, she pulled her arms to her lap and kept them there until she could think of a solution. Finally, she claimed she was chilled and put her jacket back on. Even though everyone else in the office was burning up, she stuck to her story.
By the time she got home, all of her built-up anxiety from work had surfaced and she found her little silver escape and touched it to her skin again. First, she turned her left arm over with the metal in her right hand. One small tick in the wrinkle where her hand bent over. Another just below it. Her blue veins raised and small beads of red gathered at intervals across the lines. No satisfaction was to be found. She still hurt. She traded hands. A thought sprung her mind: "What if they see? How can I explain?" She started pulling the razor vertically instead of horizontally. A cat scratched her. Yes, that will be the answer. The other one? That was from some paper at work, of course. Quickly, excuses burst into her mind all at once. This drove her to more and more tiny lines across her veins and down her arms. They burned.
After she stopped. She felt a calmness that brought her to her senses for a moment. "I will never do this again. This is stupid. I'm so stupid." She didn't cry. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She felt nothing, so she went to sleep.
The next morning, she showed up to work in a sweater. All day, she roasted in the heat of the building. Her body was begging for fieldwork. Finally, her wish was granted. She and Elliot went to arrest a suspect. The man came outside calmly and Olivia explained everything to him, read him his rights, and then took out her handcuffs. A crazed look came over the man's eyes when he took one look at them. He reached his hands out to hers and grabbed her wrists. She jerked them back in pain, but he held on tighter. Elliot was making a phone call and didn't see this ruckus until Olivia cried out. Elliot rushed over and slammed the man against the car and put the cuffs on him. Olivia regained her composure at once and held her hands in her lap.
When the man grabbed her, the thin scabs on her wrists split and started to bleed. She didn't notice it until Elliot pointed it out.
"Hey, what happened?" Elliot asked.
She looked down, "Oh, nothing. It must have been where he grabbed me," she lied.
Elliot looked at her, puzzled and went back to work. A whiff of relief washed over Olivia.
The day was finally over. Olivia could go home and relax and use her own remedy of stress-relief.
A/N: Umm…I don't really know about this chapter…I might change it later. Whatever. Read and review please.