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The next morning I wake up and for a moment, I'm disoriented, and entertain the fantasy that Alex might be right beside me. But when I open my eyes, I roll over to find that she isn't, and my heart shatters into tiny pieces all over again and tears rush to my eyes. Alex, I ask silently, What did I do wrong?
I can't stay in bed forever, even though I all I want to do is crawl back under the covers and sleep for a million years. I shower and grab a bagel for breakfast before driving down to the precinct.
"You look like hell," comments Elliot when I walk in.
"Shut up," I growl.
"Cabot didn't give you any last night?" asks John with an amused smirk.
Wow. That is wrong on so many levels. I flip him off and plop down at my desk, attacking my paperwork with zeal.
"Where is Cabot, by the way?" asks Elliot.
"What makes you think I know?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Oh. Okay." He hesitates. "I tried calling her. She didn't answer. We need a warrant to search Mortimer's place."
"Call somebody else," I snap.
"Who do you suggest I call, Olivia?" he snaps back.
I sigh. "Sorry, El. I'm just . . . wound tight this morning."
"No kidding," he says dryly, pulling out his cell phone and dialing Alex's number again. She doesn't answer, and he hangs up with a sigh. "I'll call Carmichael, then. Maybe she can do us a favor."
"I will," I offer. "She's a friend." And I need to get down to the DA's office anyway. Maybe I'll check on Alex and ask her what I did wrong, because I have absolutely no idea. And I can't stop myself from loving her.
I go to see Abbie and ask her about the warrant. She agrees and tells me to say hi to Alex for her, which makes me do a double take. Why would she think I'd be any closer to Alex than she is?
Pondering this, I walk down to Alex's office. Bracing myself, I knock on the door. She doesn't answer, and I die a little inside. I knock once more. Still, nothing. "Alex?" I call softly, but she still doesn't answer.
My heart sinks even farther as I try her doorknob. Surprisingly, it's unlocked, and I hesitantly go inside. "Alex?" I call again.
But her office is empty.
It's all I can do not to cry. Was the other night so horrible that she can't bear to be anywhere near me? Is this my fault? But how can it be, when I don't even know what I did wrong?
I don't even bother to dial her cell phone again. Instead, I hang my head and slink away in shame.
"So, Carmichael's getting the warrant for us?" asks Elliot when I return to the precinct.
I nod. "Yeah."
"What about Alex?"
I sigh. "Don't ask."
He nods sympathetically.
Just then, Captain Cragen pokes his head out of his office. "Where's Cabot?"
I want to ask why she's so popular all of a sudden, but I bite back the snappy retort. Instead, I reply, "Not here. Carmichael's getting the warrant."
"Donnelly called," the captain informs us. "She wanted me to relay something to Cabot. She's not at the DA's office, so Donnelly assumed she was here."
"She and Liv had a fight," John calls from across the room.
I glare at him, feeling very much like a kindergartner who another kindergartner is tattling on. But I didn't do anything wrong. Did I?
"So Cabot just decided to go on strike?" asks Captain Cragen incredulously.
I shrug. "Not my problem."
"Well, it's your problem now," the captain snaps. "Call Cabot and tell her to stop moping and get her ass down here. If you two can't keep your personal lives personal, you're going to have a problem."
I sigh. "I tried calling her."
"Try again."
"I tried six times and Elliot tried twice. She doesn't want to talk to us."
"How mature," comments John dryly.
"Shut up, John," I tell him through gritted teeth.
"So what do you propose we do without our ADA, Detective?" asks Captain Cragen.
"We got Carmichael to get us the warrant," cuts in Elliot. "We'll give Alex some time to cool down. It's okay."
He nods, appeased for the moment. But his statement makes me wonder – what does Alex need to cool down from?
So what did Olivia do wrong? Or did she . . . Review for chapter fourteen!
