Hey y'all sorry for the wait. I just finished basketball and am now going to track season so I'm really busy. My first track meet is March 1st (my birthday) so I'm super excited for that. This chapter might be confusing to some maybe all so... have fun!
Lying. The opposite of telling the truth. The opposite of Olivia benson. Ok so that was exaggerated slightly. You lie time to time, when it's needed; today didn't call for that. Today was the day something in you changed. Your temper was shorter and your attitude had an extra kick of bitch. And before you play the blame game it's not my fault, I'm just your conscience. In my job description, it does not say 'force Olivia to do the right over wrong thing'. It says advise the right behavior. Advise. Which means, you chose if you think what I'm saying works for you.
"You didn't give me any advice."
No I did. You were just too stubborn to listen to me."And if I chose not to believe you?" Oh honey, I couldn't care less. It's your life you're destroying not mine. But fine, you want proof? You got it. Let's review your day.
"Bri, Barba wants me to meet him early to go over my testimony for a case,"You said excusing yourself from breakfast. You grabbed your purse, gun, and badge and quickly walked to the door.
"Okay be safe,"Brian replied with disappointment in his voice when the door slammed without another word.
The decision was made that you would sit in the precinct parking lot to decide what to do about Elliot's text message. 'Olivia don't do this. After three years he would give you more than a three-word text message if his intentions are pure?'I reasoned.
"Shut up,"you murmured, whipping out your phone.
Where?
-Liv
'Don't you dare send that!' I screamed at you. That's when you pressed send. He answered rather quickly, as if he knew you were going to comply.
(212) 475-2026 Coffee shop near the precinct?
-El
And even though your dream last night consisted of him holding hostages and eventually getting shot by Cassidy in that same coffee shop, you replied:
Perfect. Just let me get someone to cover for me and I'll be there in 16.
-Liv
Once Elliot confirmed that he would be there waiting, you brushed your thumb over the home button, searched for the contact app, once found you looked through all the A contacts until a certain number was found.
"Amaro,"Nick's voice came through the phone.
"Hey Nick, it's Liv,"You started.
"Liv where the hell are you? Captain's not happy,"Nick responded quietly. I assume to keep your identity a secret.
"Outside the precinct. Here's the thing, you remember my brother?"
"Simon…right?"Nick answered hesitantly.
"Right. Anyway his wife…well ex wife, Tracy, needs help with the kids because Olivia is sick. All she needs me to do is drop off Ty at school. Can you cover for me until I get back?" You lied to your friend.
"Sure. I got your back,"He decides, ending the call right after.
As you stepped out the car, the frigid wind whipped around your hair, leaving goosebumps down your back. The wind gave one more warning as a sudden gust smacked you in the face. "Slow down,"it signaled to an unaware woman, walking at a quickened speed. If only you would have slowed down for a second and listened to it.
Errr. The rusty old door croaked as you entered Muddy Water Cafe.
"Liv,"Elliot called out to you as he stood up. He looked older than I remember but he definitely is aging gracefully. Still handsome… um but I wasn't really checking.
"I hate you," you said. Out of all the things you could of said you chose I hate you. Yes I disagreed with the whole idea of you two meeting again but damn Olivia way to play it blunt.
"Well hello to you too," He said sarcasm oozing from his voice as he sat back down.
"You show up after three years of ignoring me and expect me to greet you with some meaningful hallmark card speech? Screw you!"You paused and then added,"You should be be happy I didn't put your balls in a blender." There's that spunk. Point taken.
"The phone works both ways you know! When I didn't get a call from you I assumed you wanted some space so I sat back and waited for you to call the shots, you didn't call any ,"He said looking at you. He justified his actions and you fell for it. Did it not come to your mind that he lied? Remember you in fact did call him and left several voicemails practically begging for him to pick up the damn phone. Did he answer? No! And I find it interesting that the detective in you didn't find it slightly suspicious that he basically said 'You didn't call me. I got the message, so I didn't call you'.
"El, I'm sorry. I should have called you, it was wrong of me to think you would just come to me,"You replied. What the hell was that? You know what? Don't say anything until I'm done telling the story.
"Are we okay?"Elliot asked.
"Always,"You answered. He reached over the table and placed his hand on yours. His awkward smile and gestures made you uncomfortable so you said:
"So, how are Kathy and the kids?"
"Richard and Liz are 20 now. Liz is at villanova university and majoring in Animal behavior and Ethology. Richard… he joined the marines. I gotta say I'm proud he found something he's good at even though I wasn't fully on board with his decisions at first," Elliot glowed with fatherly pride, "Kathleen's 24. She moved in with Maureen, who is 28, they started their own bakery."
"What about Eli?"You asked, remembering your favorite addition to the stabler family.
"Eli is seven years old. Can you believe that? Where the hell has the time gone?"
"Question I've been asking myself… El, can I ask you something?" You looked down at his hands. There wasn't a ring in sight.
"We got a divorce,"He revealed sensing her confusion.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," He continued staring deeply into your eyes.
"Oh,"Was all you could say at the time.
"We were partners for 14 years-"
"Did you plan this speech?"
"Olivia."
"Sorry. Continue"
"Olivia I've loved you for so many years. I can't take not being with you anymore. I needed to come see you and I needed to know if you felt or still feel anything for me at all. And it's okay if you don't feel anything for me, I just needed you to know how I felt. I mean still feel,"He finished his rant and looked up at you nervously.
Silence.
"Please say something."
Silence.
"Liv?"
"I'm in love with you. I don't know how. I don't know when. But I am. And time away from you couldn't change that." You blurted out. Did it ever occur to you, you have a boyfriend? You're taken, spoken for, off the market, you're not in the damn sea.
"Where do we go from here?" He asked.
"Where do you want this to go?" You replied in question.
"Wherever you want it to go,"You smiled at each other. A ringtone startled you both; it was yours.
"Where are you? Are you ok?"
"Captain, I'm fine,"You assured him.
"Then where the hell are you?! You don't get here soon and I promise you will be on desk duty until it's time for you to retire!" Cragen screamed.
"Ok, ok I'll be ri-"
Click. Dial tone.
"And that's your cue to leave,"He chuckled releasing your hand.
"You heard that?" You joined his laughter.
"I think the whole block heard,"He joked. Then he stood up and walked around your table, grabbed your hand, and helped you up.
"I've missed you,"Elliot breathed, pulling you into a hug. When he released, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "See ya later,"He said as he left, leaving you there speechless.
As you walked into you're work place you were swarmed by your boss. "Where the hell have you been?!" He screamed.
"Helping Tracy with Ty and little Olivia. Is there a problem with that?"You lied to your boss. But, hey you got off. I guess that's what matters.
"There is when you don't tell me where you are! We are short staffed. I need you to show up Liv," He ended with an exasperated sigh.
"Well I'm here now and it doesn't look like I was needed,"You said hastily as you put your bag on your desk.
"Since you have so much to say why don't you sit and answer the phones for a week. Maybe two. Desk duty. Sit now,"And as if on cue the phones ring,"Detective Benson I believe you're needed." He then walked off to his office.
"Bastard,"You mumbled under your breath before you put the phone to you ear. After the call was done, you put your desk phone down and huffed.
"Fin, Rollins. There's been another college 'flash mob' in central station. Go."
"I just got done with a case. Can you please cover me Liv?"Amanda asked from her desk.
"Awe bitch, did you not just see Captain can my ass? Like I want to go investigate some dumbass kids flashing their junk out all over the damn city. So backspace, delete that. Thank you. Don't come again. You're very not welcome," You snapped then picked up the phone,"Special Victims."
Fin grabbed Amanda and tried not to laugh at the situation.
"HEllo. Is this Timz Pizza?" A hard Russian accent came over the phone.
"No this is the police,"You replied.
"But number he give me is this," A man said frustrated.
"Try the number again,"You said.
"He, he give me right number! He no stupid man!"The man screamed.
"Posmotrite tupitsa, moy grebanyy noga budet idti tak daleko v zadnitsu vam ponadobitsya stomatologa, chtoby pomoch' vam! If you ever need help call this number." You replied at an equal volume. As you hung up the phone rang again.
"Special Victims"
"You know Russia," The same man from before greeted you.
"Sir do you need help," You asked trying to calm down.
"What you had say is not kind. I do need help."
"How can I help you?"
"What is number to Timz Pizza Palace?" The man asked again.
"Sir… You are only suppose to use this line to report a crime. Now if you need to know something call 411. I'm sure they will help you find Timz Pizza Pallace." You said before hanging up.
Ten hours and 45 minutes later, you were home drinking a bottle of wine thinking about your day. That guy called 5 times. The first two times to ask for pizza, the third time he asked for 411's number, the fourth to tell you his name was Agripin meaning "wild horse" in English and he was single and interested; the fifth one was to give his addresss because you "accidentally" hung up. Everything else was quite normal. Elliot didn't call. Brian didn't call. But concerned citizens sure as hell did. Complaining about society outcasts that need to be throne into a cage with other outcasts until they get it right.
And here you are sipping on your red wine like nothing's happened today.
"Nothing has happened"
Yea sure. Elliot comes back into your life and kisses you everyday.
"It was a friendly peck on the cheek!"
Someone is going to get hurt.
"I'm a big girl I can handle myself."
"Babe, you were pretty out of it just now. Are you ok?"Brian asks leaning over the couch looking at her like she has two heads. She sits upright and moves the bottle of wine out of his view.
"Yea I'm fine. Come sit next to me tell me about your day…well the stuff you can tell me about," Olivia answers patting their couch. But he doesn't sit instead, he picks up her bottle of wine and downs the rest of its contents then places it on their coffee table.
"Did anything interesting happen today Liv?" Brian asks turning off the tv.
She shakes her head,"No."
Brian raises his eyebrows to act surprised,"Oh, really? Because at 9:20am this morning, my friend sent me this,"He holds his phone to show a picture of Elliot and Olivia holding a hands over a table,"and this." He slides his thumb right to left, changing the picture; it shows Elliot kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.
"I don't see the problem,"Olivia says bluntly, flipping the hair invading her face. The dumbfounded expression on Brian's face makes her continue.
"It was a friendly kiss on the cheek!" Olivia exclaims.
"The only person who should be kissing my girlfriend is me!"He shouts in her face.
"Not Elliot Stabler,"Brian spits his name out like venom.
"You wanna tell me who I can and cannot be kissed by? Screw you! I'm my own person! And it's his god given right to kiss me" Olivia states, standing up from the couch.
"You're also in a committed relationship!"
"With a man who's never home!"She growls at him as he got closer and closer.
"That doesn't give you the right to screw your old partner!" She stops for a second. Olivia has never slept with Elliot Stabler but, she could play this out. If he wants to inflict pain two could play at this game.
"Well if you aren't going to do the job… I had to find someone else who could. And trust me, he's a hard worker,"She says flirtatiously licking her lips. Back and forth.
"You bitch!" Was all Olivia heard before she felt multiple sharp pieces of glass lodge themselves in her skull. "I will let no one have you!" Brian gnarls before she loses consciousness.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeep!
Olivia shoots straight up from her covers wide eyed and panting. She looks around the room flabbergasted. She is in her bedroom under the covers. There's a loud noise echoing off her walls; she looks around and sees it's just the alarm clock waking her for the morning. Her mind flashes back to what she thinks was last night and delicately as she can she pats the back of her head. No glass. No cuts. No stitches.
"Your losing it Benson," Olivia tells herself as her head lays back down on the pillow.
Sorry about this chapter it's really confusing. I can explain it, basically she doesn't know if she's awake or not and there will be two universes were she lives in. One is a dream and one is reality but you, Olivia, and I don't know which one yet. Now that I think about it sounds supernatural. And sorry about the "awe bitch…backspace. Delete that" I was listening to Kevin Hart…he's my life.