Part 4 of "For Her"
Wow part four already. Well enjoy and comment!
‘Fuck Fuck Fuck!’ Olivia paced anxiously on the sidewalk oblivious to the officers and sirens. She didn’t hear them discussing the “missing ADA” or the “bad press,” all she could see was the look in Alex’s eyes as she was dragged towards the car. A sharp southern drawl broke her trance,
“What type of car didja say it was again?” Olivia had her hand on her gun before she realized that shooting this imbecile wouldn’t get her back, and would in fact stop her from finding Alex.
“1995 beige Camry, New York license plate-uh- there was a 3 and an A…Look,” she shouted incensed, “I don’t understand why you are making me jump through these fucking hoops. I saw who took her! Matthew Rasmussen!” Running her hands through her hair she began to pace again, like she had been doing for the last 2 hours.
“Liv!” Olivia’s head shot up at the familiar voice,
“Elliot, Rasmussen took Alex.” The words tumbled out of her mouth haphazardly, and Olivia silently cursed her lack of control. Elliot wisely stopped a few feet away from the ticking time bomb that was Detective Benson,
“I heard. She will be alright; she’s the ice queen. She’s tough.” The statement was said so confidently that Olivia was reminded of why she kept him around. She did, however, have to bite back a retort at the line “ice queen.” She realized that the rest of the squad had not been allowed to see into the world behind the sheet of ice. Olivia’s mind flickered to her first glimpses at the woman behind the façade: the look in her eyes after Sam tried to kill himself, her determination to fight the competence of the girl with down syndrome even at the expense of her case, the guilt of having to put away Cheryl-there was so much more to the blond socialite.
She was haunted by flashes of Alex: a small smile, a fleeting moment where their eyes would lock, Alex leaning against a desk at the precinct and the tantalizing expanse of thigh that would be revealed as the skirt would ride up. Her piercing blue eyes that teased and challenged her. The hollow of Alex’s throat at her collarbone which enthralled her eyes when she was angry. They were snapshots of what she had been lusting after for so long, only to realize it was more than lust. She wanted more than her body, and the thought scared her; but not as much as the notion that she would never again see her alive .
Olivia scanned the scene and let out a growl of revulsion; ‘Alex’s life is in the hands of these dense dim-witted dumbbells?’ Olivia shook her head and walked away from the scene. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye to Elliot. She was headed to Alex’s office; it wasn’t safe to go to the precinct. Olivia wasn’t sure she could stomach anymore sympathy or support. The walk to Alex’s office past in a blur and she soon found herself sitting in her chair. Looking at the flood of papers she felt a surge of respect for the councilor. It was easy to forget how much she meant to the whole crew. Olivia didn’t like the idea that she had to share her.
An open drawer caught her eye. Bending down, she peered in, ‘Oh my god.’ Olivia’s mind was racing a thousand explanations a minute, none of which could explain what this was doing in Alex’s drawer. Olivia’s dark eyes widened like saucers and her eyebrows rose into her hairline,
“I know where he’s taken her…”
‘Fuck Fuck Fuck!’ Olivia paced anxiously on the sidewalk oblivious to the officers and sirens. She didn’t hear them discussing the “missing ADA” or the “bad press,” all she could see was the look in Alex’s eyes as she was dragged towards the car. A sharp southern drawl broke her trance,
“What type of car didja say it was again?” Olivia had her hand on her gun before she realized that shooting this imbecile wouldn’t get her back, and would in fact stop her from finding Alex.
“1995 beige Camry, New York license plate-uh- there was a 3 and an A…Look,” she shouted incensed, “I don’t understand why you are making me jump through these fucking hoops. I saw who took her! Matthew Rasmussen!” Running her hands through her hair she began to pace again, like she had been doing for the last 2 hours.
“Liv!” Olivia’s head shot up at the familiar voice,
“Elliot, Rasmussen took Alex.” The words tumbled out of her mouth haphazardly, and Olivia silently cursed her lack of control. Elliot wisely stopped a few feet away from the ticking time bomb that was Detective Benson,
“I heard. She will be alright; she’s the ice queen. She’s tough.” The statement was said so confidently that Olivia was reminded of why she kept him around. She did, however, have to bite back a retort at the line “ice queen.” She realized that the rest of the squad had not been allowed to see into the world behind the sheet of ice. Olivia’s mind flickered to her first glimpses at the woman behind the façade: the look in her eyes after Sam tried to kill himself, her determination to fight the competence of the girl with down syndrome even at the expense of her case, the guilt of having to put away Cheryl-there was so much more to the blond socialite.
She was haunted by flashes of Alex: a small smile, a fleeting moment where their eyes would lock, Alex leaning against a desk at the precinct and the tantalizing expanse of thigh that would be revealed as the skirt would ride up. Her piercing blue eyes that teased and challenged her. The hollow of Alex’s throat at her collarbone which enthralled her eyes when she was angry. They were snapshots of what she had been lusting after for so long, only to realize it was more than lust. She wanted more than her body, and the thought scared her; but not as much as the notion that she would never again see her alive .
Olivia scanned the scene and let out a growl of revulsion; ‘Alex’s life is in the hands of these dense dim-witted dumbbells?’ Olivia shook her head and walked away from the scene. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye to Elliot. She was headed to Alex’s office; it wasn’t safe to go to the precinct. Olivia wasn’t sure she could stomach anymore sympathy or support. The walk to Alex’s office past in a blur and she soon found herself sitting in her chair. Looking at the flood of papers she felt a surge of respect for the councilor. It was easy to forget how much she meant to the whole crew. Olivia didn’t like the idea that she had to share her.
An open drawer caught her eye. Bending down, she peered in, ‘Oh my god.’ Olivia’s mind was racing a thousand explanations a minute, none of which could explain what this was doing in Alex’s drawer. Olivia’s dark eyes widened like saucers and her eyebrows rose into her hairline,
“I know where he’s taken her…”