"Olivia?...Olivia?" Olivia suddenly realized the Warner had been speaking to her. She wondered how long she had been talking and when she zoned out. She was mixed between wanting to stab the woman in front of her and wanting to throw the past behind her to have a female companion, since she had alienated herself from the rest of her girlfriends. Olivia then began to mentally kick herself, for her pain was the result of her own doing. Frowning in frustration, she tried to remember why she hated Melinda. Her mind came up with nothing.
"...As you can see, C.O.D. was not from strangulation as I previously thought. The autopsy suggested that the victim went into cardiac arrest. Strangulation was done post-mordem..." Warner had turned around, confident that she had gotten Olivia's attention. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that the feeling between them had changed. She wasn't sure why, but she certainly knew when. She, personally, wanted to bury the past and move on, but respected Olivia enough to let her make the first move. She turned to see she had lost Olivia again, or perhaps, never got her. To the untrained eye, Olivia seemed to be completely engulfed in Warner's jargon. For Melinda, however, Olivia's eyes gave her away.
Unknowst to Warner, Olivia caught the back end of what she said. 'There goes the case,' she thought to herself. She looked down at the casket she has acquired a court order to dig up. Even with all the dirt caked on it, one could still see how beautiful it had once been. 'How eeriely similar to my relationships.' Olivia continued gazing at the casket, until her mind wandered off and dark burgandy meshed with the white of Warner's lab coat...
Flashback
Olivia slowly opened her eyes. She felt the sunlight warm her face and, for a moment, paniced. She then remembered that she had the day off. Although her mind protested, she decided to get up anyway. She streached and sat up. It took her mind a second to register that her hand had just brushed something slightly prickly, but warm. She jumped, almost afraid to look who was there. His eyes fluttered open, but not before a grin painted his face. His blue, blue eyes seemed to pierce her soul and smash her fear. She had began to say something, but his smile shut her up. So she remained quiet. His grin was contagious, she found herself grinning, as she slid back into the bed, wrapped in his arms. She remembered six weeks earlier, when she and Elliot shared their very first kiss. She remembered how good it felt, how right.
"A penny for your thoughts," Elliot teased, pulling her from her thoughts.
"You'd need a dollar for my thoughts." Olivia laughed, as she softly kissed him. "I was just thinking about our first kiss."
"Yeah? I was too." He kissed her again. "But you know what I'm thinking about now?"
"What's that?"
"Last night."
"Mmhm, what about it?" Olivia's face jaws were sore, but she couldn't keep the grin off her face.
"Well..." He was interupted by his cell phone. They both silently cursed the phone and whoever was on the other end. They prayed it wasn't Cragen. Elliot reluctantly answered it on the fifth ring.
"Stabler?" Relief washed over his face as he recognized the voice, glad it wasn't Cragen. "What's wrong?" He was now frowning. "WHAT!" He screeched, shooting out of the bed, and reaching for his clothes. "When did this happen?" He was now dressed and flying out the room and down the hall. Olivia grabbed her robe and ran after him. Elliot seemed to have completely forgotten her, for, by the time she reached the bedroom door, he was shutting her apartment door behind him. She sprinted to the door, threw it open to see him disappearing into the elevator. She felt like crying. She sunk to the floor, determined not to cry.
Flashback ends
Olivia sighed as everything came back into focus. She was slighty surprised to see that she was back in the squadroom. It was late and almost everyone had gone home. She wasn't surprised to see that Cragen's office light was still on. She was surprised, however, to see that John was still at his desk. John was notorious for going home as soon as possible and taking breaks that lasted into the next day's shift. He was watching her and she felt slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. They sat like this for a while. John broke the silence by approaching her and laying a file on her desk.
"You'll want to see this," he simply said, walking out the door. "You can thank me later," he threw over his shoulder.
TBC
A/N: Oh, my.. what's that? It smells like a cliffhanger! Wow, thanks for all the reviews! I'm not sure how it will end, so I'm open to suggestions. Please, continue to read and review.