Tortured Tears

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: see introduction

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STOP:READ THIS FIRST okay, please go read the following italics. It's the ending of chapter 3. I had to change the ending and if you don't read when I changed then the beginning of this chapter will be messed up. So here's a little review of chapter 3. Sorry for being a pain! (and somewhere in the middle of the last chapter it said, "They found the her blood alcohol level was really high…." The 'her' is Caitlin. I changed that too but I didn't want to like re-post the whole chapter so yeah.)

He had just sat down when Cragen came out of his office and gave Liv a piece of paper with an address on it and asked her to take Tracy to her new foster home. At first she agreed but the stinging in her eyes and the glances she kept getting from Fin told her that she really needed some sleep so she politely asked Elliot if he could take Tracy.

"Why can't you take her?" he asked.

"I'm not feeling so well and I haven't slept in about 48 hours. I was thinking maybe I could get an hour of two of sleep up in the crib. Please Elliot…Tell Tracy that I'll come by later on to check on her and give her some clothes and such." She gave Elliot a cold look before heading up to the crib. And just as she was taking off her boots she heard Elliot call from down below.

"You owe me one Benson!"

Ps: Sorry for taking so long to update! I've been really busy, getting ready for school and stuff. Hope you enjoy this!

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Chapter 4

Olivia slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room. It took her a moment to remember that she had fallen asleep at the precinct. Normally, there would be lights on inside the building and the noise of people working and phones ringing but this time it was different. There weren't any lights on and the precinct was silent. She swung her feet over the edge of her bed and saw a piece of paper next to her boots. Curious as to what it said, she picked it up and flicked on the lights.

Olivia,

You were still asleep when work finished. We figured that you'd just want to stay here instead of having to walk back home. Elliot took Tracy to her new foster home and he took some clothes to her after work. I know that you're not sick Olivia and I don't know what's going on in your head but if you ever need to talk…well you know I'm here. See you tomorrow.

-Fin

She tucked the note into her locker and checked the clock. 6:00 am. Nobody should be here until at least 7, she thought. I could do some more research or… A suspicion she had since last night was wandering through her thoughts. I'll go back to the crime scene, check to see if I'm right and then come straight back. It shouldn't take too long. She quickly changed into her extra change of clothes that she kept in her locker and ran a comb through her silky hair.

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The apartment looked so different now. The bodies had been removed and taken to the morgue, all obvious evidence had been taken away but the blood still stained the carpet and the walls. Olivia took a moment to take in the damage that had been done. Wholes had been put into the walls and one of the hinges from the front door had fallen off. She took a deep breath and stepped to the far end of the living. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination making things up but she thought she saw the end of a clear bottle poking out from underneath the couch. She bent down and her medical-glove-covered-hand pulled out the bottle. She read the label: Kettle One Vodka. And into the evidence bag it went. Olivia's feet carried her towards the coffee table. She opened the drawer only to find another alcohol bottle. Caitlin…If only you knew what this would cause. She was then carried to the arm chair. Off came the cushion and out came another bottle that fell into another evidence bag. Next came the Kitchen. Olivia grabbed a chair and placed it underneath the ceiling light. An empty hand went into the decorative fixture but did not come out. Instead, a hand clutching a flask of whiskey appeared and sealed the bottle into another clear bag. The chair was then dragged over to the small cupboard above the fridge. Jackpot! A half a dozen bottles came down for their dark hiding place. A case of beer from the fridge, a bottle of wine and a bottle of rum from underneath the skin. They all joined their friends in clear plastic bags on the kitchen table. Olivia glanced back at the kitchen. Something caught her eye yet again. She pushed aside the microwave to find another flask of whiskey. Very clever…mom never thought of that one. She let out a deep sigh and walked down the short hallway, stopping to look in the laundry closet. In the old detergent box and under the dirty clothes in the hamper. This was getting easy. Liv's footsteps wandered into Caitlin's bedroom. She gave another small sigh and started in the closet. Bingo. Three different shoe boxes, three different bottles of poison. After putting those bottles into their new home, Olivia stopped for a moment. She had gotten a lot of bottles already. They would be enough…maybe she could just stop now and head back to the precinct. No. I've already come this far. Why stop here. I might as well get all the evidence I can… And with that thought, she collected an additional 5 more bottles. 2 more from Caitlin's bedroom, 1 from the bathroom and 2 from the children's room.

Olivia retreated back to the kitchen and placed the rest of the bottles on the table. She observed the collection. 23 bottles and a case of beer. Now how was she supposed to get all of this to the precinct on her own? She didn't have her car…and she had zero cash for a cab… It was five after seven. Maybe somebody would be at the precinct? She held down the number 2 and her phone automatically dialled the 1-6's number.

"Detective Tutuola."

"Fin…It's Olivia."

"Oh hey. Did you get the note I left?"

"Yeah I did. Thanks. Is anyone there besides you?"

"Cragen's here but nobody else has come in yet. Why? What's up?"

"I'm back at the victim's apartment. I was wondering if you could do my a big favour and come over here? And then drive me back…I don't have my car. I'll explain when you get here."

"Uh, yeah. Okay," replied Fin, soundly pretty confused. "I'll be there in a few minutes." They both hung up and awaited each others company.

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Okay I'm going to leave it here. Next chapter will pick up from where I left off. Anyways. I would carry on but I need to get some sleep because I have a tour of my new school tomorrow in the morning and I need my beauty rest Lol. Also, On Friday (the 2nd) I'll be going to Long Beach for some surfing so I won't be able to write until I get back. BUT when I do get back, I might not be able to update right away because school will be starting next week. Anyways, I will try to update ASAP. Please forgive me. :) And please don't forget to review because it's your reviews that keep me confident about this story. Thanks! You guys rock!