She woke up with the strangest cold feeling, like she had slept in a snow storm. She felt empty of the warmth that had enveloped her before she headed off into her slumber.
He was gone. Where to? She sat up and stretched. What time is it?
Looking at the time Olivia concluded that she had only been asleep for four hours but she felt fully energized. Standing and fixing the covers on the stationhouse cot a smile crept onto her face. She was feeling good and ready to face this creep. She walked out into the squad already in full scurrying swing; cops chauffeuring pros to take their statements, the dope boys being taken to the tombs for smacking around a user that didn't have all the money. This was something that she and Elliot shared, protecting the victims and doing all that they could to get criminals off the streets. She loved her job and she loved him. Olivia walked to the window. The gate across it seemed to clash with the beauty of the horizon but she still thought it was lovely. With so much of what she did she had to balance the wonderful with the dark ugliness of life.
Away from the window and back to the case, Munch walked in carrying the morning brew. He passed Olivia her mug and sat Elliot's on the desk across from Olivia.
She took a sip then looked over the notes on her desk. "Where is he?" she asked not looking up.
"Interrogation with Finn." Munch answered shuffling through his own papers.
"How long they been in the box?"
"Uh long enough to have something by now I think."
"Okay."
She stood and walked toward the interrogation rooms. The captain was observing. She stood with him and looked in. The dealer was about to break. She could tell and so could Elliot. He was rolling up his sleeves nonchalantly and putting on the charm. "You can help yourself by helping us." The young man sat, sweating and staring at the table with a nervous look on his face. "Okay... I usually see the guy every two days." The young man began.
They had a solid break to finding their suspect.