Chapter Three- Dinner Plans and Heartache
Special thanks to SVUCHiCA48 and mstang.gurl for reviewing chapter two.
This chapter is gonna be a little longer I guess.
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Olivia hurried down the street and into Alex's office. She knocked lightly. "Come in." said a muffled voice. Olivia opened the door and strode in and sat down. "Al. We need to talk." Alex looked up with a worried expression on her face. "What's up?" she asked, putting her pen down. Olivia took a deep breath. "Jackson." Alex got up abruptly and shut the door to her office. "You noticed didn't you?" she asked leaning her forehead against the door, feeling the coolness of the wood against her hot face. Olivia grinned. "Only a blind person wouldn't." she replied and then pondered it. "Ok only an idiot wouldn't."
Alex turned away from the door and sat down at her seat again. "That obvious?" she asked with a small smile. Olivia nodded eagerly. "You have to give it a go." Olivia insisted. Alex shook her head. "Are you crazy? I'm so busy I don't have time for that kind of stuff." She argued. Olivia clapped her hand to her mouth. "Alex for once don't you dare argue. This could be good for both of you and who said you two need to hook up now? What I meant was for you to call him and leave him your number. That's it." Olivia said, almost pleadingly. Alex gave in. "Fine." She muttered. She rummaged through her drawer to find Jackson's file and his phone number. She pointedly dialed the number and rolled her eyes at Olivia's gleeful expression.
Jackson picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" he asked. Alex's heart skipped a beat. "Uh hey…" she said nervously. Jackson was surprised but very glad that she had called. "Uh hey, Alex right?" he asked, recognizing her voice. Alex was blushing and she felt like she was in high school again. "Yeah, I found your number in your file and was just calling to tell you that if you need help getting settled or anything, you can call me." She said, trying hard not to stumble over her words. Jackson smiled. "Yeah, but I think I owe you a favor." He replied. "Let me take you out to dinner."
Alex didn't answer; she was in shock. Did Jackson just ask her out? Olivia was motioning for her to answer and when Alex didn't snap back into her sense, Olivia gently cuffed Alex on the head. Alex started. "Ow." She yelped then caught herself. "Oh yeah, uh…dinner? Sure." She answered, hoping that she didn't sound a little too eager. Across town, Jackson punched the air. "Score!" he thought. "How about Friday?"
Alex thumbed through her schedule book and smiled when she found that on Friday she was free. "That would be great." She said. "Awesome." Was the reply. "Pick you up at work at seven." Alex smiled. "Seven." She repeated and hung up the phone. Then she and Olivia squealed at the same time in a manner totally unlike them.
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An hour later, Olivia was back at the precinct. Elliot was waiting for her. "Where have you been?" he asked, leaning back in his chair to lay his head on his arms. Olivia shrugged. "At Alex's." she replied, sitting down on his desk. Elliot lowered his eyes. He did not want Olivia to ask why he was staring at her. At that moment, Cragen came in.
"Olivia, Elliot. I need you to do me a favor and pull up the files on that old Bigelow case." He ordered. Both of them moved to comply, but Elliot paused to asked why. Cragen didn't look his way, but did reply in a professional manner. "We've got a copycat it seems like and I want to make sure he's still in prison." Elliot then followed Olivia into the filing room.
Inside the privacy of the filing room, Elliot couldn't help but watch Olivia from behind. He longed to run his fingers through that brown hair, which she had recently grown out, and gaze into her eyes. Even when he was married, he had been attracted to her, but did not make a move. Now after eight years and a divorce, he still couldn't make himself ask her the question that was weighing on his mind. "I can't tell her." He mumbled to himself. Olivia turned to face him. "Tell me what?" she asked gazing at him with a curious expression. "Uh…nothing." He stuttered. Damn... he thought. Olivia moved closer. "You always say nothing." She said. "You never tell me what's going on and I know its been bugging you. I can see it and I've worked with you for eight years, don't you think I can tell when something's on your mind?" Elliot shifted uncomfortably. "Liv, drop it." He said. Olivia crossed her arms defiantly. "No, Elliot. Not till you tell me what the hell is bothering you." She countered. Elliot slammed his fist against the wall, his blue eyes cold with frustration. "Damn it Liv! Just drop it." He yelled at her. Olivia jumped back in alarm, almost afraid he would hit her. Without another word, he turned and left.
Olivia gazed at his retreating back, her heart tightening with pain and anger. He was the one person that could get to her. He was also the one person she would do anything for. Nothing came before him, not even her job. Why did he always shut me out and turn his back? She closed her eyes and a few tears slipped out of her eyes.
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