Chapter 8
AN: counts to one thousand Sorry I took so long… it's finally here. I don't know when my next update will be, I started University last week and I've been crazy, I still am…
Elliot sat on a chair across from Bobby and Olivia, who say on opposite ends of the big couch in the living room.
"So, as Ms. Mitchells said, her sister called us this morning saying she thought her sister was being abused and asked us to take a look."
"I'll answer whatever questions you have. Barek thinks it's me, abusing Rachel, doesn't she?"
"Yes," Elliot answered truthfully.
"Mr. Goren, you don't sound too concerned..."
"I'm not. I would know if Rachel was ever abused, or if she were being abused; we trust each other with everything we are, I would know."
"You're saying she would tell you?"
"Most probably, yes. We talk at least three times a week, all year round, and we tell each other everything. And I know how it must sound but we do… We only don't tell each other what we can't or shouldn't tell each other, like umm, when I'm working a case I can't give her details, I shouldn't, and she knows, so she doesn't ask."
"Well, you say you talk about everything, do you talk about sex?"
Rachel and Bobby lay on bed, as usual, with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her.
"Have you ever imagined being with her?" she asked, emphasising the word 'being'.
"Rachel…"
"I know you have Bobby, just, admit it, to me… you know I wouldn't tell a soul."
"Why do you ask if you already know the answer?"
"Why do you?"
"Okay. I get it," he said with a sight. "Yes, I have."
"Which circumstances do you like better?"
Bobby looked at her quizzically.
"Oh, come on, I'm not asking you describe your sexual fantasies Bobby! Not in detail anyway," Rachel exclaimed, giving him a grin, "Not even I would go that far…"
"Umm… kind of," Bobby replied with a half-smile.
The conversation went on for a while before Rachel came out of the kitchen and told the three that the Goulash was ready, and that both Elliot and Olivia were staying, and that was not up for discussion.
"Well, that was interesting," Elliot observed after they left Goren's apartment.
"We'll tell the Captain in the morning. Right now I want to sleep… Give me a ride home?"
"Of course…"
'You should just kiss her you know,' she had told him when she was sure Olivia was not listening. 'And don't even try to deny it; it's obvious that you have very strong feelings for her.'
"Hey, what's on your mind?"
"What? Umm, nothing. Really."
She really did tell me to kiss Olivia. The kid…no – she's just a kid, what does she know? Though…no, she told me to kiss my partner! Oh, am I that obvious? Just take a deep breath, it'll pass. But I do, I do want to kiss her. I just, what if –
"Elliot? Are you okay? Do you want to come up for a drink of something?"
Or something… No, no, no, no, she wouldn't just, that's not what she meant! I have to stop this.
"Umm…"
"Come on," she said, slamming the door of the car behind her.
"You what?" Bobby shouted before Rachel gave her a chance to explain.
"You heard me. I told Elliot he should just kiss her… Don't tell me you didn't see it too, they're perfect together, just like you an-"
"You think he'll do it?" he asked curiously, suddenly interrupting her.
"Of course he will… You'll see tomorrow they'll be different people. They said they'd go by One PP," she replied with a triumphant smile.
TBC...
