So, it's been a while. Sorry. I have excuses but I'm sure you don't want to hear them! As I'm also sure you'd prefer this chapter to be Alex/Olivia, and we're getting there, but Abbie's story is important too ;) Enjoy!
Olivia, Alex and Casey continued chatting for the weeks to come. Olivia was growing somewhat restless with her 'situation' and would regularly get lost in thought. Abbie was trying her best to ignore her life that involved Emily; they had agreed to take a 'break' and Emily was being rather crass in Abbie's opinion.
Abbie groaned as she woke up hearing the door slamming shut and the shuffle of feet down the stairs. Great, another dumb girl from the bar. This is ridiculous. I am not going to be left with another confused one night stand again tomorrow afternoon after you've already left for work, . Her anger quickly grew thinking of yesterday when she woke up and had to drive her ex's last conquest back to town after Emily had left for work early in the morning and left her there. What the hell is wrong with her. She could at least have a little respect, for all of them. With that she threw her sheets off and pulled a sweater on over her tank top, making her way out of the bedroom and towards the stairs she cleared her throat as she neared the bottom "Alright. I don't know what she told you but you need to leave, now." She could see a flash of blonde hair as the girl tried to compose herself, muttering profanities towards Emily as she got ready to leave.
"What the fuck, Abbie." Emily's cold words hit Abbie's ears as they made eye contact. That was it, she could see it, or rather, the lack of it. The spark they once held together was no longer there. "We had an agreement, you have no right to do this" She continued despite Abbie opening her mouth to protest "You have no right to tell me what I can't do. I'm having fun. It isn't my fault you can't-" Abbie snapped. Her eyes narrowed and her stance firmed.
"I hate to interrupt this little lover's quarrel but I need a ride, seeing as you took me out to the middle of nowhere." The blonde interrupted from the doorway, clearly annoyed, and rightfully so.
"Whatever" Emily grabbed her keys and started to leave "I don't need this." She muttered gathering her jacket and phone. Abbie moved to block her stride towards the door and crossed her arms "While you're out, I suggest finding somewhere else to stay, Emily" She moved and let her pass and flinched as she heard the door slam shut.
Emily sunk into the couch where Emily and the stranger had just been and pulled her knees to her chest as tears fell one after the other. She knew it wouldn't work with Emily, but it was still ending, and that hurt. Emily knew her, had accepted her faults, they had a life together…everything was going to change. The brunette stretched her legs out and gazed off towards the darkness as she thought of the life she had shared with Emily Prentiss.
The brunette woke hours later and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face and straighten herself out. She grabbed her phone and flopped into bed, dialing the number she knew by heart "Hey Liv…yeh, I know…I will, listen…can you come over? …Thanks" She tapped her phone's screen a few times and laid starring at the ceiling a while. Slowly she gathered a blanket around herself as she made her way to the freezer for some ice cream, mocking herself along the way "Great Carmichael, why not watch a chick flick and complain about boys while you're at it" She shuddered just thinking about how ridiculous she felt she was being when she heard a voice from the doorway.
Olivia slowly opened one eye before opening the other, looking around, she alone in her bed again. She sighed, sometimes it would be nice to actually know when JJ was or wasn't going to be home, I hate that job of hers. She groaned as she remembered what tore her from her sleep and looked at the alarm clock and answered her phone, realizing It was Abbie's ringtone, ready to bitch at her for calling at this hour. She'd received a few calls from the other brunette at this hour before, answering the phone to hear an over excited woman go on and on about some ridiculous idea that apparently just couldn't wait until later in the day…she had made a few calls like that herself, but that wasn't the point.
"Hi Ab. You know it isn't 3:40 in the morning, not afternoon, right?...okay, just checking, you better be making me coffee…of course, be there in 10"
There was Olivia, arms crossed with that smirk of hers "You make it a habit of talking to yourself, Carmichael?"