The Wildlife of Zebras on Scorched Earth

by cggriff

This is basically the tale that I wanted to be told after the night Olivia played Elliot's hooker in Wildlife. I'm just using other episodes as checkmarks in my story and you can probably tell which ones they are (: I'm not really good at summaries and this is my first story so please just give it a shot! E/O eventually. Rated T for now but probably will change soon. Please review!

3. Chapter 3

Still trying to find my inspiration for this story but with the support of The (lovely) Congressman, I think I'm finding my way! Thanks for reading so far and I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well as the rest of the story!

(sorry it's been so long, I've been at war with myself over this story. Don't give up on me yet, I think I'm starting to get the hang of it)

This chapter is short but (fingers crossed) the next will be longer!

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Chapter 3

She walked into the lab and insantly felt a chill run up her back.

It was too quiet.

Eerily quiet.

There was always DNA that needed testing, blood that needed typing, fingerprints that needed matching, crimes that needed solving.

There was always movement in this lab.

Always.

At 12 o'clock in the afternoon or at midnight.

Always.

But, the air around her seemed stagnant, still.

Too still.

She suddenly felt panicked.

Her gut feeling had been confirmed that there was something extremely wrong with this situation.

She reached a shakey hand down to the holster on her right side and pulled out her 9mm, trying to aim it as steadily as she could in front of her.

Slowly, cautiously, she took a step forward into the dark corridor, the only light coming from the flashing technology that lined the shelves.

She saw light begin to flood in from the open space at the end of the hall and she noticed a form in the space, slumped over in a white chair with armrests; a look on his face equivilant to that of having seen his demise.

"Holy shit!" she thought.

"Elliot!" she yelled as she ran towards him.

"Liv, don't!" he yelled back.

The next few seconds seemed to last an eternity.

She wanted nothing more than to run to Elliot and stop the pain that was radiating from his face and the bloody slashes across chest, but the look of panic in his eyes caused her to stop herself from going any further.

Then she looked down for her eyes to met with a slain Ryan O'Halloran lying on the cold white tile floor, knife through his chest.

Then she heard a voice, cold as ice, suddenly ringing through her ears-

"Dont move Liv. I dont want to shoot you, but I will."