A/N I want to thank everyone who has added me to their author favourites/alerts and story favourites/alerts. I really appreciate it. Any chance you could drop me a review? It would really help if I had an idea of what people think. All responces welcome: Is there something you think I should change? Add? Something you hope to see or really don't want to see? I really enjoyed writing this chapter, despite Olivia's misgivings, Max is one of my favourite characters to write for, particularly because I picture him as a certain dark haired detective from a particular other show lol It would be interesting to see how others perceive Max, like him or not? I decided to update this chapter sooner than I said, seeing as the previous chapter was so short and only filler. Anyway, hope you like it x
From Hell To Heaven
Chapter 3-In The Box
Olivia stepped in to Interrogation and saw the last person she wanted to see, causing her to sigh. "What are you doing here?" she asked, closing the door and looking at him in disbelief.
"I saw your badge last night while I was in your living room." Max said, moving to lean against the edge of the table.
"That's not answering my question." Olivia stated. He sighed in response.
"I didn't want to leave it how it ended last night. I couldn't understand why...but then I saw what unit you were in and it started to make sense."
"What the Hell's that supposed to mean?" She always got touchy when people called her job in to question.
"Well you see perps everyday, I guess you have right to be paranoid, or at least on guard. I just don't feel comfortable with you thinking of me like that, as the kind of men you question everyday. That is not me, Olivia. I just need you to know that I would never hurt you. I would never make you do anything you didn't..."
"This isn't about you." she interrupted.
"How can you say that?" he asked, incredulously, stepping away from the table. "One minute it's good, the next, you put a gun to my head. I don't know about you, but that's not my idea of foreplay!" he almost yelled.
"Ok, first of all, don't dare raise your voice to me. And second, this was not about sex." she said. Being alone in Interrogation, sealed off from everyone else and having him yell at her, given their position last night, made her feel cornered. And she could see the same flash in his eyes as she did when she was cowering in that basement. She managed to hold back the shudder that crept up her spine.
"Don't spout that crap at me, Olivia. Did you forget I'm a cop?" he asked rhetorically. "I pulled your file."
"You what?" Olivia yelled incredulously, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Since everything went down like a lead balloon when you knew my name, I thought maybe we'd met before somehow. I was intending to see if we'd crossed paths at the Academy, but them I saw a section noted 'Sealview'."
"You bastard. You had no right!" she yelled, holding back tears. She had not even told Elliot; her partner, her best friend, the man she...And yet Max knew. He had brutally invaded her privacy, destroying her trust and read all the disgusting details of her personal statements of what happened.
"I read the statement you gave. And then it all made sense; your reaction last night to my name and everything." His tone was as soft as his eyes. But they felt like razor blades in her heart.
"I want you to leave." she said, barely audible and seemingly hollow.
"Why? You actually going to shoot me this time?" he asked doubtfully, but not too sure in his mocking.
She stepped forward aggressively. "I would have shot you last night if I had to, without a second's hesitation." she said, angrily wiping away the moisture from her eyes and cheeks. "But then again, shooting someone in your apartment can cause tension between neighbours." she said humourlessly.
"Very funny, Olivia. I see you've still got your sidearm." he joked, but a contradicting frown appeared.
"Never take it off, don't go anywhere without it." she said, aware of his eyes on her larger, 9mm, NYPD issue weapon.
"Even in bed." he stated, looking almost regretful.
"There anything else? 'Cause I have work to do and right now, you're wasting my time. Or if you prefer, I could have my Captain have you escorted from the building." she subtly threatened.
"Not neccesary, Olivia. I'm going now anyway." he said, heading past her to the door. "Oh, another thing, Interrogation isn't the best place for a private conversation."
"What?" she asked, turning to face him, but he ignored her and left. Olivia realised what he meant as she turned towards the mirror and felt her heart sink.