A/N: Hey guys. This one is a little dark. Just wanted to warn you.
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Hi, you've reached Olivia. I cannot make it to the phone right now. If you leave your name, number, and a brief message, I will get back to you as soon as possible.
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Hey Liv, it's El. I just wanted to leave you a message to come home to when you get back from your vacation. Hope you had fun.
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Heya Olivia, it's Fin. You took two weeks off? John thinks you've been replaced by a pod person. Please don't give him any more fuel for his conspiracies. Anyway. Relax and rest. You deserve it, girl.
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Hello Detective. This is John Munch calling. If you don't respond soon I will begin to think our government has abducted you. I've been feeding the rumor mill that you are having my second love child. Give a call, eh? Elliot is becoming unbearable to deal with.
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Hi Olivia. It's the Captain. I am surprised we haven't heard a peep out of you. Normally I would put money on you trying to come back early. Call us when you get a spare moment. The boys and I have missed the melodious sound of your voice.
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Hi Liv, it's Elliot again. Could you give me a call? I'm getting a little worried. You usually check in… I know I'm being a worry wart. If I don't hear from you by tomorrow I'm going to stop by. Call me.
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Hi Liv. It's…it's Alex. I'm sorry I haven't been in contact with you. I…All these reasons…excuses I had, I couldn't make myself believe them anymore. I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am. Please call me? There are things I need to say to you, that should have been said so long ago… I have my cell, please call anytime…day or night…. [long pause] I love you, Olivia. I wanted to be looking in your eyes when I said it, but I've let too much time escape. I had to tell you before I lost my nerve. Call me when you get this.
The red blinking of the message light can barely be seen in the slowly dimming light of the evening.
Olivia sits in a chair in her living room. Her posture is slumped, and she seems to be staring off into space.
Upon further inspection, her right arm hangs limply over the side.
And her service weapon lays discarded just below, on the floor.
Her eyes could no longer see. Her ears could no longer hear.
She just sat there.
Growing cold.
