So now as she saunters into the squad room, she begins mentally preparing herself for what this day may hold. She knows it'll be big, but how big is still left to be determined. And that scares the hell out of her. Detective or not.

"LOOK! I couldn't care less. He can just keep his happy ass right where he is until my detectives can get there! Got it!? Because I am in NO mood to play your dumbass games consoler. NO mood."

Hell. That was the only way she could think to describe this room about now. Hell.

Today it seemed, nothing good was coming out of it. Nothing. No victims helped, no crimes solved, and no specie of bastard ass freak was being put to justice today. Something was holding all those things back. Something was looming…

Apparently some arrogant bastard ass Uni decided it would be ok to try to defuse a swat situation on his own…. Granted, he got the Perp out of the apartment. But not before managing to get the Vic killed. And now Captain wanted his ass. A justified request, she thought.

What moron thinks it's Ok to do something like that? Apparently, he's out on a mission to prove people right that his generation isn't too bright. Dumbass.

So now, they were left to clean up his mess, and pacify 1PP while Captain barbecued his ass.

This day is going to be a Bitch.

After hours, and I mean hours of negotiating with 1PP to let them hand over the case to narcotics because it turned out that the Vic, aka the hostage and the Perp were in the middle of making a drug deal when all went bad. Apparently, this poor 16 year old kid, who made the wise decision that getting into drug dealing was the best way to make money, didn't quite have the cut he was supposed to. Let's just say, he was " A few bucks short". Liv was finally on her way back to the station, then home. Lord, she didn't think she was gonna make it 5 more minutes with 1PP without bitch slapping someone. She really hoped being at the top was awful damn lonely. Cause those assholes deserved it.

Now walking into the visibly empty squad room, she only heard one voice…. Cap's.

Stepping a little closer to his closed office door, she could just about make out what he was saying.

"Yeah, yeah I know. But you know that was what was best. You had to get your shit together. But, the way you went about it couldn't have been more wrong."

"Yeah well, how about a text message, a voicemail, or hell even a letter once you were out of the city? She deserved to know. And you know that."

He was on the phone with someone. But who the…. Oh dear Lord. Elliot.

No. No, no, no, no. No way in hell. Cap wouldn't do that. Go behind her back like that. Not with Elliot. Not with all that has happened since he up and fucking left. No fucking way.

"Yeah, but what you don't know, and what you couldn't see is what it did to her. I've never seen her like that Elliot. Never. 13 years, and not one time has she been this far from Liv. And you did that to her. Now, you face the consequences, the repercussions. You have to deal with what you did."

Well, so much for no fucking way. It was him. It was El...

She felt betrayed, she felt hurt, she felt pissed…. But yet, she really had no idea what she felt. Every fucking emotion had run together. No longer decipherable.

She had to get the hell out of there.

Grabbing her jacket off her chair, and her purse out of her bottom desk drawer, she was out of there and on the elevator before Captain could even speak his next line.

Apparently, this ridiculous looming feeling of change wasn't directed at her work life…. It was directed at her personal life. And quite frankly, her sanity.