Interrogation Room
August 28, 2011 11:30pm
(Olivia's POV)
I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I kept trying to look at Alex, but she wouldn't look at me. Almost robotically, I knew what I had to do and what was about to happen. I felt my mouth open, but I had no idea what I was about to say. "Just do it quickly, please." Did I say that, or just think it? What was I doing? I felt myself standing up and I felt Casey's hand on my shoulder, trying to sit me back down. I fought against her and walked over to Don. I bent down to give Alex a hug but she shirked away. I felt myself turn around and put my hands behind my back. A chill ran through my body as I felt the cold metal cuffs snake their way around my wrists. The chill got worse as I heard Don begin to read me my rights. His voice was quivering and I was shaking. I still saw a shadow behind the glass. Without asking, I knew it was El.
On The Other Side of The Glass
August 28, 2011 11:30pm
(Eliot's POV)
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. How could he do this to her! He knew she didn't do it! He had to! I wanted to burst through the door and protect her. I wanted to save her from what she was about to face. Sure, she was drunk the last couple days, but she didn't have a violent bone in her body, even when she was drunk. This was crazy!
I saw Don take her by the elbow and start to lead her to the door. I couldn't be seen hiding in his office, spying on them. I had to get back to my desk… no, I had to hide in the bathroom… no, she needed to see me. I had to go to my desk. I ran out and sat just as the door opened. I saw Don leading her out of interrogation. Her head was down. As she went by, I tried to look at her and tell her everything would be okay, but she refused to look at me. I wanted her to know that I believed her but it was impossible to let her know if she wouldn't look at the sincerity in my eyes. I turned in my chair and continued watching as she was walked down the hallway. I jumped when Don unlocked the door to the cages and jumped again as I heard the door slam. I heard her start to cry. My heart went out to her. I started to get up and walk towards her, but as I stood, I got a death glare from Don and quickly sat back down. I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be okay, but the truth was, I didn't know if it would be.
The Cages
August 28, 2011 11:45pm
(Olivia's POV)
The sound of the cage door slamming never bothered me before, but today, the sound made me jump. It was so cold and cruel sounding. I was alone in the cage. I knew it was that way on purpose, so that no one who held any negative feelings towards me could get to me, but I hated the feeling of being locked up alone. On the other hand, I knew that in a few hours, I'd give anything to be alone again.
It was so late that I knew I wouldn't be arraigned until the next morning, so I'd be spending at least a night locked up. As the night went on, I watched as my coworkers all left and the lights were turned out… all except for two. Don's office was still lit, and Eliot's desk light was still on. After everyone had gone home, I heard a chair being pulled across the floor. It stopped moving. I looked up and saw Eliot sitting right next to the bars. He stayed there the entire night. I didn't sleep very much, but he stayed awake all night, watching and being there for me. Don never left either, but he didn't spend any time near me. He stayed in his office the whole night.
Every time I began to cry, I saw Eliot stand and grab hold of the bars. He couldn't get any closer, but that didn't stop him from trying. I watched a parade again, this time as all of my coworkers came into the precinct. They all passed by, looking at the floor as they went. I saw Fin hand a bag from Dunkins to El. A minute later, I heard a key in the lock and heard the cage door screech open. El came over, sat down on the cot next to me, pushed the hair out of my face, and handed me a bag containing my favorite muffin. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and returned to his post outside my cell. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, I felt as though someone cared about me… this only made me cry harder.