Part Nineteen: Olivia
I didn't see it coming. Everything seemed to be going great. What happened? My apartment is dark and I walk over to the window to look over the city lights. I'll never get to sleep tonight.
Elliot arrives early to work today. Most days he's late. Not that I care, there's always enough paperwork to be catching up on. Maybe that's why he's here.
"Morning sunshine. What are you doin' here on time?" I smile at him even though I'm exhausted and upset with the Alex situation. The look on his face tells me, he might just know what that feels.
"Kathy and I are starting the whole 'why-can't-you-get-a-new-job' argument early this month." He drops his coat and I can't help but notice the dark circles under his eyes as he looks up at me and notices the same, "You look like shit."
"Thanks, I feel it."
"What's going on with you?" I don't know if I want to tell him. I contemplate the thought. He looks up from shuffling papers to meet my eyes, "Olivia?"
"It's Alex." I avert my eyes, suddenly self conscious at the mention of her name. He'd get it out of me sooner or later. Why drag it out?
"And?"
"And, she said she needed some time alone. She's stressed and with everything going on, I don't blame her." But I do. Part of me is mad.
"You alright?" I can see the concern growing through his features.
Yeah El, I'm fine." His glare challenges me, "Really."
He goes to open his mouth but I'm saved as Cregan opens his door and calls Elliot's name. He turns around to face the captain.
"You're missing a D.D.5. I only count four on my desk. Where is the fifth one?"
I can see Elliot silently curse himself for forgetting. "I'll get right on it Cap!" Elliot's attention quickly switches to the typewriter on his left.
"Benson! I need you to go through the books and files we picked up yesterday from Dominic's apartment. Forensics is done with them and they're all yours. We took every book in the house just to be safe so you're going to be busy today. Our witness testimony will only get us so far. Let's make a nice solid case for Cabot, shall we? It just doesn't settle with me that this guy got a deal. Let's see if we can find something else to add to the charge and get that deal revoked." I nod and start to pile the boxes next to my desk to start my day of reading.
"Munch, how are we on finding the partner?" Cregan turns his attention to Munch and his blank stare.
"Not one bank transaction. No charges popping up and no out going calls in the last month. It's like this guy vanished." Munch tosses his pen on the desk and Fin looks up.
"Maybe he's dead." Cregan looks at Fin and huffs.
"Let's hope not. Now get busy people." Cregan retreats to his office and I open my first box. Dominic's taxes, bank statements, and unpaid bills. Fun.