AN: Well, looks like I'm stuck home with the flu again today...sucks for me, but rocks for you 'cause I can update more! lol, fever's up...more writing for me! ~Allison(:
Olivia realized once she'd gotten off the phone that she had never even discussed what time she was going to meet Rob or when. She felt so stupid. She'd been so excited when she found out that she'd caught him in her little trap that she'd forgotten to even find out when the "date" was. She picked up the phone and called him again, hoping he'd answer.
"Hello?" Rob's voice came through.
"Rob, it's Olivia again. I'm sorry, I completely forgot to ask when our date is. I assumed it's tonight, but what time?"
"If you could meet me at the ice cream factory by seven, that'd be great," he said, "Because it'll take a while when we're done to get back to Manhattan from Brooklyn."
"All right. Sounds wonderful. I'll be there," Olivia replied enthusiastically, and hung up the phone.
Elliot stared at her. "Please don't do this. Just arrest him. I'll come for back up."
"No, you won't come for back up. It's my date. I'll decide what to do with him. Do not follow me," Olivia snapped.
Elliot was about to say something back, but Olivia flipped around and went to her bedroom.
About twenty minutes, later, she came back in, wearing a red dress, which Elliot thought she looked amazing in, and silver heels. She hadn't put on too much more make-up. She only wanted to look dressy enough to make Rob think it was a real date. Then she'd get rid of him. She had a small red purse in her hand. There was no doubt in Elliot's mind that the only thing it contained was her gun.
He stood up and grabbed her arm. "Don't do anything stupid, Liv. I mean it. You need to think about what you're doing. You've got to understand what a big deal it is," he hissed right up in her face.
Olivia's eyes widened, but she didn't look all that affected. She rubbed his shoulder gently and then freed herself from his grasp. She left the apartment without another word to him.
After Olivia had left the apartment, Elliot began to think. A million different thoughts about Olivia circulated through his mind, pounding on his brain until he felt overwhelmed. He had still seen that evil look in Olivia's eyes. That evil look that confirmed that she was still intent on killing Rob. She couldn't do it! She wouldn't be a cop anymore; she'd go to prison! She may have thought that she could do it without getting caught, but Elliot knew better than that. His team was good enough to figure it out. They'd easily find out that she had killed Rob, and then Olivia would go to prison for murder, and Elliot wouldn't see her anymore.
As the horrible thoughts came crashing into his mind, Elliot realized that he couldn't let her do this. He couldn't let her destroy her life like this. He pulled on his coat quickly, stuffed his gun into its holster on his waist, and ran out of her apartment. He hailed a taxi and told the driver to take him to the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory.
When he got there, it was fairly crowded, but it was easy to spot Olivia in her short, beautiful red dress. Elliot tried not to be seen. He sat three tables behind them. It seemed like a safe spot for an observer, because there were other people between him and Olivia and Robert, but he could still see Olivia. He highly doubted that she'd kill him in here, but Elliot had decided to come the the ice cream factory anyway, just in case they decided not to go to Central Park and they hung around there for a while.
Rob's piercing blue eyes were like bullets, shooting into Olivia's soul. Elliot thought that Olivia probably had to have been very uncomfortable with those pale blue eyes staring at her.
After about an hour of just sitting there, watching Olivia eat ice cream with a killer, Elliot became very bored. Luckily, they finally got up and left the restaurant. Elliot followed them out and saw them get in Rob's car, Olivia murmuring "So I guess we're off to Central Park," as she sat in the passenger's seat. "Can we go to the Gapstow bridge? Because I..."
Elliot was unable to hear her voice after those words; she'd closed the car door.
Okay, good, so at least they were still going to Central Park. Elliot hailed a taxi quickly.
"Central Park," he said.
The taxi driver turned around. "Central Park? That's far!"
"Yeah, I know. I'll pay you as much as you need, plus tip. Just take me there, quickly, please," Elliot replied, shutting the door and not bothering to buckle his seat belt.
The driver shook his head but started driving anyway. Elliot was nervous the entire drive there. Every time there was a long red light, all he could think was, What if Olivia's already there? What if she's got a gun to Rob's head? The lights seemed to get longer and longer, and it became more and more painful for Elliot. What if she was killing him right then? What if Rob was dead, and Olivia was trying to hide his body? Were there any witnesses? Yeah, so usually people didn't hang around Central Park at this time of the night because of the muggers everywhere, but there could be witnesses anywhere else! Surely somebody would hear a gunshot...
By the time the taxi had finally gotten Elliot to the park, his heart was beating faster than it ever had in his entire life. He practically threw $60 at the driver and hopped out of the car. When he looked around, he didn't see Olivia and Rob anywhere. Central Park was enormous. How was he supposed to find her? She could be anywhere in that gigantic park!
He started running down the sidewalk, looking for her red dress but seeing nothing. He thought hard. How could he know where she was? Then it hit him. He remembered that she'd said she wanted to go to Gapstow Bridge. They had to be there.
Elliot, who, having lived in Manhattan his whole life, knew the park by heart, began to run towards the Gapstow Bridge. He heard Rob yell.
"Olivia, what is that? Stop it! Somebody help-"
"You shut your mouth or I'll pull the trigger right now!" Olivia's voice rang out through the air.
Elliot ran faster and faster until he saw Olivia up close, standing by the bridge, in her sexy red dress, with a gun held to Rob's temple. What was she waiting for? Elliot didn't want her to kill Rob, of course, but he didn't really understand why she wasn't either killing him or arresting him immediately. Instead, she was just standing there with a gun to his temple.
"Before I kill you, you have to tell me what you did to me," Olivia said, jamming the gun further into his temple and clutching his arm so hard that her knuckles were white.
Rob looked very scared. "How am I s-supposed to t-tell you what I did to you without some incentive? Don't kill me and I'll tell you!" he said.
Olivia laughed. "No, no, no, Rob, I'm going to kill you no matter what. If you don't tell me, I'll shoot you in your leg first, and make you have some pretty damn bad pain, and then I'll shoot you in the gut, and then in the shoulder, and you'll stay alive because I won't hit a major organ; you'll just stay alive and concious and in pain until you bleed to death! Or..." Olivia said, "Or, I could just give you a quick shot to the head and you'd die before you felt anything."
Rob was crying really hard. Elliot kind of thought it was funny because Rob had acted so tough, but then again, nothing was really funny about the situation. He stepped out from the tree that he was hiding behind and made sure Olivia saw him.
"God, what are you doing here, Elliot?"
"Stopping you from doing this. You can't do this, Liv. Don't. You'll never be a cop again. You will go to-"
"I don't give a shit!" Olivia interrupted him. "He raped and murdered my best friend!"
"But we've got him, Liv. We've got him for the rape of Laura," Elliot said, trying his best to remain calm and negotiate with her.
"I don't want him for the rape of Laura; I want him for the rape and murder of Glori!" she roared.
Elliot thought that at any moment she would pull the trigger, and somebody would hear them and come arrest her. He had his gun with him, but he didn't want to use that around her, and he was pretty sure that it wouldn't make anything better.
"Don't do this. Come on, drop the gun," Elliot said, slowly beginning to walk towards her.
"Don't come near me, Elliot! Come any closer and I'll kill him!"
"All right. Okay, I'm not coming any closer," Elliot answered as calmly as he could, stopping where he was and not taking a single step closer to her.
Olivia didn't look at him. She was concentrating on Rob. "Tell me what you did to me, and I'll make this fast and easy for you."
Rob was crying. "I...didn't rape you. I promise. I just stripped you and..."
"AND WHAT?" Olivia screamed.
"You know...touched you," Rob cried.
Olivia looked away for a minute, trying to compose herself and get her hand to stop shaking. She looked back at him with an evil but calm look in her eyes.
"You'll go quickly," she huffed quietly.
Olivia pushed the gun further into his skull. Her finger was sweaty on the trigger. Should she do it? Could she do it?
AN: I decided to leave you with a nice little cliff hanger...review if you want the next chapter up soon! The more reviews I get, the faster I put up the next chapter!