Well, i got some reviews about the first chapter, so im making another! dont worry, i dont make chapters that long...cuz frankly i get to aggrivated at what im writing, or my computer gets messed up and freezes.
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"Liv, do you want to talk?" George questions. Its more like a statement then a question. He wants me to talk. He wants me to tell him everything. The NYPD and the squad never really got the full story. I was to shaken up to speak.
Theres a long silence before I answer.
"I...I cant talk about him without thinking about that day. I cant think about him, or I see the look on his face when the bullet hit him. I cant George, I just cant."
"Its okay Liv, your thinking about him, and thats one step into getting healed from what happened. You know that its better to talk now, then wait till later. Im not going to force you to say anything. This is off the record. Im not even going to tell Cragen..."
He leaves it trailing. Somehow I manage to swollow the lump in my throat and talk, well more like rasp than talk. My throat has been so tight and sore latly from crying. I just found it better not to even talk.
"Why dont we talk about the good times you had with Elliot. We can just put aside that tragedy for a few minutes. Hows that?"
"...Thats ok..." I answer back not to sure with my answer.
"Ok, well, whats something that you and him did often?"
"Well we went to O'Mailys with the rest of the squad sometimes on Friday nights. I remember when I first joined. The rest of the squad didnt like me very much, and Elliot had to pull their shoulder in order for me to go. That night they got me drunk on Skrewdrivers.
The next day, I woke up in my apartment. When I walked into the bull pen, everyone got up and started clapping for me. I had no idea what they were clapping for, and then Elliot told me that I had beating Monique in a drinking contest. And if you could beat her, you could really hold your liquor."
"What else do you remember about him? Was there anything that only you and Elliot had that no one knew about?"
"When Cragen, Munch, and Fin all left sometimes at night, Elliot and I would stay behind to finish some paper work. I was writing my statement, and then all of a sudden, there was this giant spitball right in the middle of my paper. I looked up, and he was reading his file. I went back to writing and then another spitball landed in my hair. I looked up again and yet again he was reading. When I looked back down, I was bombarded by flying paperclips and rubberbands.
Ever since then, when Elliot and I were alone, we would always have the Bull Pen Wars. No one knew about them, but that was somthing that I dont think that Munch and Fin would understand."
"Then there was this one time right after my mother died. Elliot sent me flowers and a card. The card had a teddy bear holding a white Carnation. On the inside the bear said "Im beary sorry for your loss".
"Liv, your remembering the good times that you had with Elliot, and thats a good thing."
"Yeah, and I also have to remember the bad".
Thats all for now!