"Shouldn't you be working? Why are you calling and bothering me?" Olivia joked.

"I am actually grabbing coffee before heading back to the district? What're you up to?"

"I am raiding my closet trying to look for an outfit for Friday."

"What's Friday."

Olivia rolled her eyes, even through she knew Jay couldn't see her.

"Friday night is the night when your friends and my friends are hanging out remember?"

Jay had actually forgot.

"Yes, I remember." He lied.

"Sure you did Halstead, that sounded so convincing. I have to go, I'm meeting the girls for dinner tonight and I have to get ready."

"Where are you going? Maybe I'll come by?"

"Goodbye Jay."

It had been a couple hours and the team was stuck in the middle of a case. They had no clues, no leads, nothing. Jay was focused on his notes trying to find anything that would break the case open.

"Well damn girl, look at you." Adam called out.

Jay's head snapped up and there was Olivia standing at the top of the stairs with Platt. She was holding a box in one hand and in the other a cup of Starbucks.

"Where you goin looking like that?" Adam joked.

Olivia spun slowly in her spot showing off her outfit. Jay looked her over. Black off the shoulder sweater that was adorned with pearl and crystals at the top, black ripped up skinny jeans, her favorite nude colored Louboutins on her feet. Her hair curled perfectly and her make up equally as perfect with her red lip. She looked like she belonged in a magazine.

"Dinner and dancing with the girls from work." She replied.

"How do you even walk in those?" Hailey asked.

"Not well," Olivia answered, "But they make the outfit."

"What brings you by the district?" Kim asked.

"I was heading out this way, figured you guys could use some sugar, so why no donuts. Cops love donuts don't they?"

"Well aren't you just Miss Congeniality." Platt said.

"It's a gift." She replied.

She put the box down and sat on the edge of Jay's desk. Jay went to take the coffee from her hand.

"That's not for you."

"Why not?"

"Because that is my venti caramel macchiato with two extra shots of espresso, not yours."

"You're going to dinner, why do you need coffee?"

"Uh, because coffee is life."

Jay went to get his own coffee while the unit opened the box and devoured the donuts.

"I take it you're not getting out anytime soon."

"Nope. Where's the rest of your outfit?"

Confused she looked down at herself.

"What are you talking about, I look cute."

Jay rolled his eyes and that was all it took to piss her off.

"If you're gonna be a baby about the coffee, you can freaking have it. And if you're mad that I'm going out with my friends tonight, than that's too bad. But you don't have to be a dick about it."

She stormed out of the break room, grabbed her bag off his desk and stormed out. She couldn't understand what his issue was, she wasn't dressed inappropriately. She was going out with her friends, having fun. What was the big deal.

After dinner the girls went to a club where they had reserved a V.I.P table and bottle service. They drank and danced till three in the morning. Jay had seen it all on her snapchat stories and those of her friends. She strolled through the door at 3:30 am, kicked off her shoes by the door, and went to walk through the living room to the kitchen. On the counter sat a vase with purple calla lilies, her favorite, and a printed note attached to it. I'll see you soon.

Olivia thought they were from Jay, but she couldn't ever remember telling him that they were her favorite flowers. She clicked off the lights and headed up stairs to bed. Something felt off in the house, something she couldn't explain. She changed and climbed into bed but her brain didn't seem to want to shut off. Almost like is was warning her but she ignored it. She also ignored the fact that she felt like she was being watched.

The feeling of being watched never went away and when Friday rolled around Jay noticed how on edge she was. When he asked her about it she shrugged it off as just being over tired from the busy holiday week. Her eyes constantly wondered around as if she were looking for something or someone. No one else seemed aware of it but he knew. She was hiding something. And she wasn't very good at it.