Olivia stands outside the precint, hands stuffed in her pockets because of the bitter cold, thinking about how she is going dodge all the questions she knows are going to be asked. The wind makes its way around the buildings of the city before hitting her face harshly and making her hair whip around her face. She waits there for a few more minutes before gaining the courage to enter the precinct. After taking the elevator up to her floor, she hesitantly enters the Manhattan Special Victims Unit.
"Hey Hey! There's Miss Popular right now!"
Munch makes his way over to Olivia's locker where she is putting away her things. He crosses his arms, tilts his head downward slightly, and peers above his shaded glasses before saying, "Who sent the flowers? You didn't mention anything about -"
"Wha-what? What are you talking about?" She interrupts.
"The flowers on your desk," Munch says nonchalantly.
"You didn't see them when you-"
Olivia cuts him off again by marching over to her desk. Sure enough, on her desk, are a dozen roses and a note. She looks at these two objects as if they would poison her if she touched them. She is so entranced by the note and flowers that she does not even notice that Elliot is sitting across her, giving her a strange look.
She hesitantly opens the note, her hands shaking as she does so.
Thanks for a great night. Hope to see you again.
Love, David
She looks at the note with disgust before tossing it into the trash, along with the flowers.
"Bad date?" Elliot asks.
"Uh yeah, something like that," she answers.
Elliot nods and continues to stare at her. His staring is so obsolete that she has to ask, "Is there something you need?"
"No," he answers simply. He leans forward, puts his elbows on his desk and places his head in his hands.
"Then why the hell are you staring at me?" she asks not in the mood for joking around.
"Nothing really. You just seem a little tense today, that's all," he says with concern filling his voice.
"Well, I'm not," she says, anger layered in her voice.
"Ok," he says simply, again.
She sits down, pulls open her desk draw and manuvers her fingers to find the correct case file. After placing it on her desk, she starts to study the horrific desciption of degradation.
The day had been pretty uneventful. They interviewed a witness to one of their open cases, but other than that it was pretty uneventful. It was late and she was there by herself because Elliot had gone to get something to eat.
"Got you something to eat. Aren't you glad I'm your partner , partner?" As soon as Elliot opened his mouth Olivia jumped violently."
"Shit, Elliot you scared me!"
"Oh geez, Olivia... I'm sorry. It doesn't usually startle you when I do that. You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah...I'm fine," she says while massaging her temples.
"You sure?"
"YES! Elliot, yes!" she yells.
"Okay," he says while holding his hands up in defense and backing away from her desk. He figures that he should drop the subject and try again the next day. But, he knows that something is going on and he has a feeling she didn't tell him the whole story about her encounter with the man at Maloney's.
Olivia reflects on her day as she stares at her reflection once again in the mirror of the precinct bathroom. I can't believe they didn't ask me about yesterday. They must have really sensed that I didn't want to talk about it, or the flowers distracted them