Waiting (1/?)
Chapter 1/?
She pulled the glasses from the tip of her nose and let them fall on top of her yellow legal pad, just beside her Mont Blanc pen that had been dangling precariously between those seductive pink lips when I first walked uninvited into her office.
“Detective?”
I could no more answer her than I could drag my eyes away from her. She shifted in her seat, nervously running a delicate hand through her long, blonde tresses.
I began to imagine what those hands could do to me if I ever had the good fortune to find myself lucky enough to be touched by them in a less than platonic fashion. How they could dance lightly over my skin and leave a wake of goosebumps behind them. How they could elicit moans and purrs of pleasure. How they could delve into….
“Detective?”
The smirk on her face belied the annoyed tone in her voice.
“Was there something you needed or did you just stop by ogle me, Olivia?”
“I was enjoying the view, but now that you mentioned it…” I left my statement unfinished, mostly for effect but also because I was certain that she knew why I was there. Years had passed since we had last seen one another but the memory of our last night together still burned hotter than a thousand hells in my blood.
My cheeks flushed crimson as I pushed off of her door frame and shut the door behind me. I stepped further into her office and leaned against her desk. I was so close I could smell the Chanel she had barely put on that morning when she dressed. I casually crossed my arms over my chest and bit my bottom lip bashfully.
She leaned forward in her seat and put her hand on my knee. That’s when I noticed it. The smile that had been playing at my lips fell and although I didn’t see her eyes on me, I felt them and knew that she knew I had seen it.
There, adorning her left hand, was the largest and most pretentious diamond I had ever had the displeasure of seeing. As my heart sank, I jumped up from her desk and quickly put as much distance between us as the office of the Bureau Chief would allow.
Every question I had about why she hadn’t contacted me had just been answered in the sparkling brilliance of that ring. And every hope I had held onto since the Liam Connors’ trial had just been doused with gasoline and torched.
“Liv,” her voice was as soft as the touch of her fingers just beneath my chin as she turned my face towards her. “Let me explain, please.”
I clenched my eyes tight against the tears that were threatening to spill and forced my face away from her hand. Contact, which I had been yearning for only seconds before, threatened to make me physically ill now.
“Livvy, please.”
It was something we learned at the academy-how to force our breathing into a regular pattern and basically slow down everything around us so that we could focus. It was supposed to help us in marksmanship in a high-stress situation. I was trying to draw on that training now so that I could deal with the one person in my life I had hung all of my hopes and dreams on-the one person who was no single-handedly about to end them.
“Please what, Alex? Please let you explain how you’ve been back for months and haven’t contacted a single one of us-but most of all me? Please let you explain how I went from being the person you proclaimed you loved to the person who finds out you’re engaged because I see a diamond that probably costs more than the GDP of some small countries on your hand? Or please let you explain how you never meant to hurt me but that this is all for the best anyway because we knew this would never work out-that it could never work out? Just what is it that you want to explain?”
My volume had increased steadily with each heated, rhetorical question.
“Richard’s….”
I grabbed her by the shoulders and cut her off. “I don’t want to hear anything about Dick, okay? Ya know what? I came here because I knew that…I had hoped that…you were merely trying to settle back into life and find a routine and get your bearings again. To leave Emily in Wisconsin and whoever else you had been wherever else you had been.”
I reached down and took her left hand and looked at the engagement ring before dropping it and holding her gaze quietly for a second, “Now, well, now I know that you didn’t come for me because you already had someone else.”
I reached up and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and against my better judgment, slid my hand to her neck to pull her closer to me. I brushed my lips against her forehead in a ghost of a kiss before letting her go and hastily leaving before she could say anything else.
A few hours later…
I knocked on the door while simultaneously opening it and calling out, “Cap’n?”
“Yeah?” He answered without even looking up from the paperwork strewn over his desk. “Whatcha need, Liv?”
I let out a deep breath I was unaware I had even been holding. In the short trip from the DA’s office to the precinct, I had made a decision that was going to turn my world upside down.
I closed the door behind me and sank into a chair closest to his desk and began to talk to the man who had in many ways become the father I had never had.
He offered only a few nods and asked one question after I had said what I came to say, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can say to convince you differently?”
As I pulled off the badge and gun I had carried for what felt like forever, I just shook my head. My mind had been made up and I was resolute in my decision.
“What are you going to do now, Olivia?” he asked as he gave me a hug and squeezed gently.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m going to go away for a while. Think about things. Think about what I want. I’m gonna put this all behind me and find myself again. After all, tomorrow is another day.”
A/N: I know I can’t end this here, but it was a challenge issued by a friend-to include a famous line from a classic novel as part of a fanfiction story. For those who don’t recognize it, the last line is from Gone With the Wind. If I’m able to find a muse, I’ll be happy to continue writing this.
She pulled the glasses from the tip of her nose and let them fall on top of her yellow legal pad, just beside her Mont Blanc pen that had been dangling precariously between those seductive pink lips when I first walked uninvited into her office.
“Detective?”
I could no more answer her than I could drag my eyes away from her. She shifted in her seat, nervously running a delicate hand through her long, blonde tresses.
I began to imagine what those hands could do to me if I ever had the good fortune to find myself lucky enough to be touched by them in a less than platonic fashion. How they could dance lightly over my skin and leave a wake of goosebumps behind them. How they could elicit moans and purrs of pleasure. How they could delve into….
“Detective?”
The smirk on her face belied the annoyed tone in her voice.
“Was there something you needed or did you just stop by ogle me, Olivia?”
“I was enjoying the view, but now that you mentioned it…” I left my statement unfinished, mostly for effect but also because I was certain that she knew why I was there. Years had passed since we had last seen one another but the memory of our last night together still burned hotter than a thousand hells in my blood.
My cheeks flushed crimson as I pushed off of her door frame and shut the door behind me. I stepped further into her office and leaned against her desk. I was so close I could smell the Chanel she had barely put on that morning when she dressed. I casually crossed my arms over my chest and bit my bottom lip bashfully.
She leaned forward in her seat and put her hand on my knee. That’s when I noticed it. The smile that had been playing at my lips fell and although I didn’t see her eyes on me, I felt them and knew that she knew I had seen it.
There, adorning her left hand, was the largest and most pretentious diamond I had ever had the displeasure of seeing. As my heart sank, I jumped up from her desk and quickly put as much distance between us as the office of the Bureau Chief would allow.
Every question I had about why she hadn’t contacted me had just been answered in the sparkling brilliance of that ring. And every hope I had held onto since the Liam Connors’ trial had just been doused with gasoline and torched.
“Liv,” her voice was as soft as the touch of her fingers just beneath my chin as she turned my face towards her. “Let me explain, please.”
I clenched my eyes tight against the tears that were threatening to spill and forced my face away from her hand. Contact, which I had been yearning for only seconds before, threatened to make me physically ill now.
“Livvy, please.”
It was something we learned at the academy-how to force our breathing into a regular pattern and basically slow down everything around us so that we could focus. It was supposed to help us in marksmanship in a high-stress situation. I was trying to draw on that training now so that I could deal with the one person in my life I had hung all of my hopes and dreams on-the one person who was no single-handedly about to end them.
“Please what, Alex? Please let you explain how you’ve been back for months and haven’t contacted a single one of us-but most of all me? Please let you explain how I went from being the person you proclaimed you loved to the person who finds out you’re engaged because I see a diamond that probably costs more than the GDP of some small countries on your hand? Or please let you explain how you never meant to hurt me but that this is all for the best anyway because we knew this would never work out-that it could never work out? Just what is it that you want to explain?”
My volume had increased steadily with each heated, rhetorical question.
“Richard’s….”
I grabbed her by the shoulders and cut her off. “I don’t want to hear anything about Dick, okay? Ya know what? I came here because I knew that…I had hoped that…you were merely trying to settle back into life and find a routine and get your bearings again. To leave Emily in Wisconsin and whoever else you had been wherever else you had been.”
I reached down and took her left hand and looked at the engagement ring before dropping it and holding her gaze quietly for a second, “Now, well, now I know that you didn’t come for me because you already had someone else.”
I reached up and tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and against my better judgment, slid my hand to her neck to pull her closer to me. I brushed my lips against her forehead in a ghost of a kiss before letting her go and hastily leaving before she could say anything else.
A few hours later…
I knocked on the door while simultaneously opening it and calling out, “Cap’n?”
“Yeah?” He answered without even looking up from the paperwork strewn over his desk. “Whatcha need, Liv?”
I let out a deep breath I was unaware I had even been holding. In the short trip from the DA’s office to the precinct, I had made a decision that was going to turn my world upside down.
I closed the door behind me and sank into a chair closest to his desk and began to talk to the man who had in many ways become the father I had never had.
He offered only a few nods and asked one question after I had said what I came to say, “Are you sure there’s nothing I can say to convince you differently?”
As I pulled off the badge and gun I had carried for what felt like forever, I just shook my head. My mind had been made up and I was resolute in my decision.
“What are you going to do now, Olivia?” he asked as he gave me a hug and squeezed gently.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m going to go away for a while. Think about things. Think about what I want. I’m gonna put this all behind me and find myself again. After all, tomorrow is another day.”
A/N: I know I can’t end this here, but it was a challenge issued by a friend-to include a famous line from a classic novel as part of a fanfiction story. For those who don’t recognize it, the last line is from Gone With the Wind. If I’m able to find a muse, I’ll be happy to continue writing this.