Speak of the devil. She thought bitterly as Elliot stormed into the room, in a huff. He walked up to the desk with an angry look glued to every wrinkle of his face. She braced for what may be a loud, angry rant but was surprised when he only leaned in and whispered angrily, "I'm getting Cragen and you're telling him and the rest of the squad." With that he stood and, as promised, walked towards Cragens office. She knew why he was angry but she just didn't understand the big deal.
Cragen walked out of his office and Elliot followed him, with his arms wrapped tightly across his chest. She shot him and angry glare and he matched her expression more fiercely.
"Okay. So, what did you find at the crime scene?" he demanded and raised his eyebrows at Olivia. She sighed and lifted a tattered book.
"This high school year book."
Elliot walked up behind her and spun her chair around so that she was facing himself and Cragen. "And what was in the year book, Olivia?" he grilled, her with a glare. She didn't understand why he was so angry but she handed him the year book.
"Why don't you take a look, Stabler."
Elliot snatched the book from her and handed it to Cragen, behind him, without breaking eye contact with Olivia. She stared back at him. She didn't let him win by glaring or even showing any facial expression.
"Woah. What's in the book?" Fin half shouted, annoyed by his and Munchs exclusion to the conversation. He stood and walked over beside the captain looking through the book.
Cragen creased his forehead and looked at Elliot, who was still staring at Olivia, "Why are you so worked up about this, Elliot?"
Elliot rose his eyebrows at Olivia, "Tell them what you told me." he demanded her, his eye contact with her never breaking. He was so angry with her.
She sighed and looked away from Elliot and towards Cragen, "Last night Iooking through year books I had in my house, trying to connect Ligman to me." she paused at Cragens nod, "And this happens to be the only high school year book that I did not have in my collection." she looked back at Elliot and gave him a scorching glare. "If he knows all of this he must be watching me."
Cragen blew out a breath, "Okay." he paused, staring at the book, lost in thought, "Head back to your apartment and get some clothes. We're going to have to find you a place to stay." he looked at Elliot, "You go with her."
"Captain, the detail is enough!" Olivia cut in, exasperated, ad she leaned back in her chair. Elliot looked at her but said nothing. After being so angry with her he felt he was in no place to say anything, as much as he wanted, needed, to go with her. He said nothing.
Cragen nodded, "Elliot will go with you. You will get clothes and whatever else you need for a few nights and Munch and Fin" he looked towards Munch, "Will follow and after you are done, they will search your house." And that was the end of the conversation.
Elliot and Olivia got into the Sedan without a word. Elliot looked out of the corner of his eye at Olivia. Why couldent she understand that he was concerned for her well being? The fact that Ligman was watching her scared him shitless. The fact that she wasnt scared made him see red. She could die, and she didn't seem fazed.
He started up the car and pulled away from the curb, and into the traffic. Rain was pouring down and the only sound in the car was the loud squeak of the wind-sheild wipers and the sound of rain pelting the windows. He looked over at Olivia and sighed with defeat, "Are we going to talk about this?"
Olivia looked at him, eyes wide in fake shock, "Nothing to talk about, Elliot." She rested her forehead on the window and resumed staring into the rain.
Elliot growled in frustration, "Then why are you angry with me?"
"I'm not."
He shook his head and looked back at the road, "Fine."
The rest of the drive to her apartment was silent as they were both left to think.
She was angry with him but she wasn't going to tell him about it. She didn't want to talk to him about anything because he just couldn't trust her. Not even with her own life. The protective detail was enough she didn't need to be resituated out of her home to go and stay with, what would presumably be, Elliot or Cragen until they caught Ligman. Even if Ligman was watching her she had the detail there so he couldn't get into her apartment. She sighed and stared out the window. She saw Elliot look over at her as she sighed and stare at her for a minute, but she ignored him. She watched as people walked by suspending umbrellas over their heads and frowned. Sometimes she really hated this job, because of it she couldn't lead a normal life like the people outside the car were. She watched as the little kids ran around in the rain and danced. She never had a decent childhood. She frowned again, displeased with her thoughts. That was so long ago, why should she still ponder on thoughts like those. She looked away from the children and lifted her head away from the window rubbing her eyes roughly. Today was getting to be really horrible.
Elliot stood in her apartment his hands linked before him. He glanced around the living room feeling that uncomfortable awareness sinking in of his last appearance here. The kiss. He cringed at the thought and looked down at his hands. Olivia had long since left to her room to gather clothes leaving him in the living room with a simple "Make yourself at home." He rolled his eyes at the thought. He may never feel at home in this apartment again after what happened. He shook his head at the thought that they still had not spoken about the... occurrence. He heard shuffling in her room and decided her could no longer stand in her living room without these horrible sensations of regret flowing through him. He slowly walked towards her room and peered inside. he watched her fumble around in her dresser throwing various pieces of clothing into her suitcase. He smiled at her lack of care, as she tossed crumpled shirts into the suitcases depths. He swallowed hard as he caught glimpse of a pair of panties. "Need any help?"
She looked up at him, as she tossed what he thought was a bra, from the small glimpse he caught, "You're kidding right?"
He frowned and shook his head, "No, why would I be?" he asked, curiously as he walked into the room and stood beside her.
She snorted and continued tossing items around, "Because if you think that I'm going to let you help pack my clothes your being ridiculous."
He chuckled at his lack of sense and shook his head again, "Sorry, I guess I really wasn't thinking."
She shrugged and walked over to her suitcase, throwing in what looked like a canvas bag and zipping it up. She grasped the handle and pulled it off the bed, turning to look at Elliot. "Doesn't matter I'm ready to go."
She moved to walk out the door and he grabbed her elbow stopping her, "'Liv, I was wondering," he paused and looked away from her, "well, I was hoping that you'd come and stay with me at my place for awhile." he looked back at her with a smile, "It'd make me feel alot better."
She was prepared to deny his proposal but with his last sentence and his uneasy smile she caved and touched his cheek, "Yeah, El. I'll stay with you." He smiled, and squeezed her elbow gently.
"Thank you."