A Hard Days Work

Chapter 3

"Benson." The now Sergeant answered as she picked up her phone, not paying attention to the caller ID.

"Hi, Sarge." A sweet, southern voice wafted through the speaker, causing Olivia to smile and sit back in her chair.

"Well, hello. How's everything going?"

"It's good. I just wanted to let you know that one of the Chicago Detectives is on her way to you to dig into our files a bit more. You should be getting a call from their Sarge soon, but I just wanted to give you a heads up." The blonde said through the phone.

"Well I appreciate that, thank you."

"Of course. I should let you get back to your paperwork, Liv." Amanda said knowingly as Olivia chuckled.

"Sounds good. I'll talk to you soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, tonight." The blonde confirmed before she hung up, leaving Olivia in a better mood already.

A few short hours later, Olivia looked up from her paperwork when she heard a knock on the door. The woman looked rather young, but she smiled as she stood in the doorway for a second before she started talking.

"Sergeant Benson? I'm Detective Erin Lindsay, Chicago PD. My Captain sent me." The detective reminded the older brunette.

"Oh, of course. I understand you just left some of my own team?" She added with a smirk.

"Yes, ma'am. You've got a great team in those two."

"I really do. Why don't you sit down, Lindsay?"

"Of course, thanks Sergeant." The young detective smiled sweetly.

"So how can I help you? You need all the files that we've got? The profile that was drawn up?"

"I'll take anything you've got that you think will help, Sarge."

"Feel free to call me Olivia, or Benson." The brunette said with a smile.

"Continue calling me Lindsay then, I don't think anyone has called me Erin in years." The other brunette said, causing them both to chuckle.

"Oh, I know how that goes." Benson said fondly.

"I'm only in town for the night, so I'll take whatever information I can have or get through in that time."

"I can help you go through all of our files and we can brainstorm together if you'd like?" Liv offered up as Lindsay smiled happily.

"That'd be great, Benson. As long as I'm not taking you away from anything."

"Not at all. I'd be happy to do it. What do you say I grab all the files and we can grab dinner? I'm sure you're itching for some food that isn't airplane food."

"That'd actually be great, Benson." Lindsay said, following Olivia's move and standing up herself.

"Perfect. Chinese?"

"Sounds great." The younger brunette said with a small smile.

"You ready? I was thinking we could grab the food and bring it back here actually. Set up in an interrogation room? Lots of desk space." Liv said, putting on her coat on.

"Good with me."

"Oh, actually, I just remembered something. I'm watching Detective Rollins' dog while she's gone. I need to let her out and feed her. Do you just want to get started here and I'll bring the food back for us?"

"That's fine with me. What kind of dog does she have?" Lindsay asked as Olivia smiled kindly.

"She's got a pit bull named Frannie." Benson said fondly.