Olivia sipped her coffee and typed out her reports. She glanced every now and then across the desks at her partner. Since she had woken up this morning, everything had seemed different.
She had heard him last night, and it put everything in a new light. All of a sudden she was analyzing every single look he sent her way, every word. Was Elliot attracted to her? The idea had never crossed her mind before.
Worse, she kept thinking about rebounding. What if he just needed any available female right now? He hadn't dated since his wife and him had divorced, and they had been high school sweethearts. His emotions, and his libido was probably raging. Olivia wanted nothing to do with ruining their partnership and easy friendship over something so trivial.
She pushed back her chair and stood up. "See ya El." She said quickly as she slung her purse over her shoulder.
Elliot looked up surprised. "You're going?" He liked quiet afternoons spent working with Liv in the precinct. He thought better when she was nearby.
"Yep. Time to get a real shower and some shut eye in my own bed." She said briskly, refusing to make eye contact with him.
He watched as she turned and headed out the door. What was that all about? She had been acting squirrelly all day. He had asked her to go grab some breakfast with him, she had refused. She had refused to meet his eyes all day, even when he practically stared her down across the desk, and now she was taking off like a bat out of hell. Had he done something wrong?
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, before turning his attention back to the reports in front of him. He would call her in a few hours and see if she was any better after sleeping. He had heard her toss and turn all night, so maybe she was just as sleep deprived as he was. His was because he couldn't sleep being so close to her. He had fought himself all night about going over to her.
Olivia kicked off her shoes, and set her bag down. Finally she was alone. Being so close to Elliot was driving her crazy today. Part of her didn't care why Elliot had said what he said, she just wanted him. And the sane rational Olivia was waging a war against that idea in her brain, giving her a headache. How could you go from being pals, to having a crush but being able to control it and still be pals, to boom all of a sudden not being able to breathe near him, or eat. Each time she had felt him looking at her she had felt herself blush, gotten goosebumps and been unable to catch her breath. She'd probably quit breathing for good if he ever did actually touch her.
She shook her head. She HAD to stop thinking about him touching her. It wasn't going to happen. He'd regret it later on, she knew he didn't feel that way about her. It was just the sex deprived male talking. Maybe she'd take a vacation day or two tomorrow, and let the air clear some.