Chapter 13 - Munch

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And about your suggestion with the lyrics Katydidit, I understand what you mean when you say you just skip over them, that's what I do most of the time when other people put lyrics in their stories. But I think I'll just leave them like they are because they aren't really that important to the story (I just like finding songs to match the chapters) and I don't want to interrupt the story with them. But, since I get the feeling you don't like it, I will un-bold them, make them easier to ignore. ;) Thanks for the suggestion though.
And, just because I got so many reviews (I love you guys!) I'll post three chapters again, Munch, special appearance by Novak, and Cragen.

Lyrics by Emerson Drive - Fall Into Me

I need you to know you can fall into me
That my arms are wide open
And will always be
Right here waiting, staying strong
Come fall into me
I'd follow any road
Anywhere to get to you
I'll open up my soul
If that's what you need me to do…

Munch

"And you have no idea what it feels like!"

Olivia's words were still ringing in my head as she made a mad dash in the opposite direction. My instincts were screaming at me to follow her, but I shook them off. She'd made it all too clear that she didn't want anything to do with me right now. Guilt churning in my stomach, I remained stationary while I thought about what to do.

Just as I began contemplating my options, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey John." I turned to see the Assistant District Attorney Casey Novak walking towards me. She was dressed in a black pinstripe skirt suit, her briefcase in hand. "I think I just saw Olivia running down the hall." She pointed to the direction Liv had taken off in. "Is something wrong?"

Incredulity flashed in my eyes before I realized that she had no idea of events that had taken place over the past twenty-four hours. Twenty-four hours, I sighed. It's felt like a hell of a lot longer than that.

Casey frowned at my silence as I wondered if I should tell her. Apparently, Cragen had kept everything really quiet if even she didn't know. Besides, who am I to go around telling people Olivia's personal business? Still, she'll probably find out anyway, and maybe she can talk to Olivia.

"I need your help," I pleaded.

"With what?" She raised an eyebrow at me, I assumed about how much I was beating around the bush.

"I think we need to talk somewhere more private."

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"Okay, now what's going on?" Casey leaned her back against her desk and eyed me up. We were in her office and I still wasn't sure I should be doing this.

"It's about Olivia." I shifted my weight nervously from one foot to another. "I don't know if I should be telling you this, but she won't talk to me."

She gave me a little chuckle. "She won't talk to you? That's not really anything new." I realized she'd taken my last statement wrong. She thought my whole problem was that Olivia wouldn't talk to me.

"No." I shook my head and turned away, pretending like I was interested in something at the side of the room. "Olivia was… I mean she was…"

Casey cocked her head to the side and looked at me, confusion still covering her face as she stood straight up. "She was what, John?"

I faced her and sighed, mustering up the courage to tell her. "She was raped last night."

The color instantly drained from her face and she fell back into her swivel chair. It looked like those five words had knocked the wind out of her.

"Oh my God." Her eyes scanned her desk, but she wasn't looking for anything. "Is she okay?"

"Physically speaking, yes." I sat down in one of the chairs across from her desk. "Emotionally… Well that's why I'm talking to you."

"Wait," I almost heard something click in her head. "You mean she's here?"

I nodded and started explaining. "She gave her statement a little while ago and she was in the crib sleeping."

"Well what happened?" She looked at me, still dazed.

"I'm still not sure," I sighed. "I just know that the last person she wants to talk to is me."

"And you want me to talk to her?"

"I just want to make sure she's okay."

"Where'd she go?"

I bit my lip. "The last time I saw her she was running down the hallway."

"Well we have to find her." She stood up decisively and went to her office door.

"I think there's something you should know first," I stopped her.

"What?"

"She says it was Elliot."

"What do you mean?" The innocence about her made me wish I didn't have to tell her, but I knew that it would come up and my hiding it would only worsen the revealing.

"She says it was Elliot who raped her."