She knocked on his door for the third time. She knew he was there and just being a dick an not answering.
"Jay, it's me, come on, open the door."
She banged on the door again.
"Jay, I will kick this bitch open!"
The door swung open, and Olivia gasped, he looked like shit. His eyes were red and puffy, his knuckles cut up and bleeding.
"Go home Olivia."
"Not happening."
She pushed her way past him into the apartment. It was trashed.
"Will called me." She said.
"Of course he did."
"He said you took off, broke your phone."
"So what."
"Jay," She said softly,"Why didn't you call me."
She wrapped her arms tightly around him.
"Let's clean up your hands."
Jay sat on the edge of the tub while she tended to his bloody hands.
"Let me see your side."
"Liv-"
"Let me see it Jay." she demanded.
Jay lifted his shirt and she ran her fingers over the patch on his side. He couldn't look at her, he felt ashamed, and she lifted his chin.
"What we're you thinking?"
"I had to get him, I had to..."
She placed her hands on either side of his face.
"I know, but you listen to me. Don't you ever, ever do that again. Don't you ever scare me life that again. Do you hear me? You come home, safe, every night Jay, every fucking night."
"I'm sorry, I...I-"
"It's okay, it's gonna be okay."
Olivia held him as he cried.
Jay had insisted that Olivia sat with him, Will and Natalie during all the services. And if that's what Jay wanted and needed then she'd do it, that's where she'd be. She was constantly at his side, he hardly let go of her hand. She knew when he needed a break, and when he was starting to feel overwhelmed, and she would take him outside for some air. At the grave sight, Olivia kept a tight grip on him. She knew he wanted to take off, but she wouldn't let him, he needed to be here.
"Liv, I gotta go." He whispered.
"You're not going anywhere." She whispered back.
"I can't do this."
"You can, focus on me. My hand in yours, and when this is over will go home and not be bothered by anyone, just the two of us."
"Livi, please." He pleaded.
Jay made it through, and as promised they went home and skipped the luncheon after the burial. She kicked off her heels as she walked into his place.
"Go lay down, you look beat. I'll be in, in a minute."
Jay started to head to the bedroom but stopped.
"You should go, I wanna be alone."
"Im gonna get some stuff done here, order in some food, clean up a bit. That way you don't have to worry about it."
"It's fine, just go."
"It won't take long, I don't mind."
"Would you just leave! I don't want you here!" He yelled.
"Jay-"
"You're so fucking annoying!"
"I'm just trying to help."
"Well don't! You're not my wife, you're not my girlfriend, you didn't even know my dad! You're just someone who cuts my hair and that I hang out with when I'm bored or there's no one else around."
Slap! Jay was a little shocked. He didn't think she had it in her, but she did. She hit him hard enough to split his lip. She didn't say another word to him. She grabbed her bag and shoes and slammed the door closed behind her.
She hadn't been answering any of his calls or texts, not like he could blame her. She had one of the girls call and say that she had to cancel his appointment because she got stuck on site working a wedding. He knew it was a lie because he saw her truck in the parking lot and he had been sitting there most of the day himself, so he knew she was there. He shouldn't have lashed out at her the way he did, she didn't deserve it. She'd been so amazing through he dad's funeral and services. And when they weren't dealing with all that, she took care of all the things at home, made sure he ate, slept, the place was clean.
She was for regal and poised while she met some of his friends and family. There was a royal-likeness to her that Jay had never seen before. He watched how she greeted people and made conversation. People kept referring to her as his girlfriend, and she let it roll and stood close by. She held his hand and smiled at him lovingly.
He stood on her doorstep with flowers, debating if he should knock or not. He finally knocked and waited a minute for her to open up. She swung the door open and looked shocked to se him. She had on a CPD sweatshirt that had his name on it, he had been wondering where that went, a pair of leggings and fuzzy slippers.
"Nice sweatshirt." He said.
She rolled her eyes.
"What do you want Jay?"
"Can I come in?"
"Maybe I have a guy over."
"I doubt it." He snorted.
"Excuse me?" She asked, offended.
"It took you seven months before you felt comfortable enough to wear sweats around me."
"Yeah, so that means nothing."
"And how many months before you invited me over?" He asked pretending to think even though he knew.
"You being a detective sucks, and it's an unfair advantage." she stepped to the side and let him in.
"I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. I wouldn't have gotten through all this without you, so thank you."
"You're apologies could use some work." She smirked.
"I'll keep that in mind for the future."
She hugged him and he kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry about your lip." She said.
"Don't be, it was a good hit."
"I've had some practice."
Olivia jolted awake, causing Jay to wake up.
"You okay? You alright?"
"Yeah...yeah...I'm fine." She panted out.
"What happened?" Jay asked.
"Just a dream, I think."