Lost

betrayal

As I cautiously walk back to my desk, I just shake my head. My anger settles down inside of me, and denial takes over my thoughts.

Why would he do something like this? No, no this can't be him. Maybe he just saw it and thought it was someone else's file. Yes, that has to be it.

I slowly sit down at my desk, my head in my hands. After all these years built on trust and strength, he goes and pulls something like this? I get up and grabs my keys, walking out of the precinct and over to my car. The familiar beep goes off and I slide in the driver's seat, starting the car and driving to my apartment.

Once I arrive at my apartment, I drop my keys off on the counter and open up my fridge. The cold air hits my face, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. I grab two beers and the box of Chinese leftovers from when Elliot came over last week. I open the box to see if it was still alright, and the smell was rancid.

"I guess its just going to be beer tonight." I say to myself as I toss the Styrofoam box in the garbage.

I change into a loose fitting tank top and some pajama pants and sit down on the couch. I pop open my first beer and take a long sip, the liquid going smoothly down my throat. Normally, I wasn't much of a drinker, but since this whole ordeal with Elliot had come up I really just needed it.

Old reruns of The Golden Girls were on, so I decided on watching those to hopefully get my mind off today's downhill spiral. By the time the episode was over, so were my two beers. The episode had concluded when one of the four older women on the show, Rose, had forgiven her boyfriend Miles for being so cheap and not thinking about what she wanted to do.

It really got me thinking that maybe this could've just been a miscommunication, so I decided to call Elliot up. The phone rings countless times before I am met with his answering machine.

"This is Elliot Stabler, I am sorry that I am not able to answer your call at the moment. If it is important, please leave a message after the beep and I will get back to you as soon as I can."

I take a deep breath before proceeding with whatever I was going to say in my message.

"Hey El, its Olivia. Before I left the precinct tonight, I noticed that my file had somehow managed to make its way onto your desk. Call me back when you can."

But as soon as the options for my message came up, I deleted it and started over.

"Hey Elliot, its Olivia. I need to talk to you about something, so whenever you get the chance please call me back."

I shut my phone off and grabbed a third beer from the fridge, making my way to my bedroom. I start chugging it, trying to fog my memory so my mind wouldn't make so many quick conclusions. I pass out on my bed with my phone in my hand, hoping to forget this day altogether.