Hearing Your Voice Again

New Case

*Hey guys! I'm back and I am over my writers block finally😑. I feel so loved seeing all the views and adds u guys have gifted me with on this story. Also I have to change it up this time, instead of all the lovey dovey romance I simply love to do. I've decided to keep you all focused for real, for real. Don't kill me guys, but I want to really experiment a little more with this story. Everything will get better later though..maybe😁Enjoy!*

Elliot's POV

I jolted up quickly in bed, my heart was pounding against my chest. I glanced at the alarm clock, it was only 2:13 in the morning. I looked to the left side of the bed, Olivia still hasn't come home from work. Don't I miss them days. I wiped my face before climbing out of the bed. I started some coffee, watching it as it brew and boiled.

This was the sixth time I've had a nightmare, and it is always the same one. A kid gets kidnapped out of his own home. Instead it was different this time, more real..like I was child. The dream was more detailed, usually all I could see is the windows as they open and then screams. I could see a room, it was painted a baige color with one wall that was a forest green. What hung on the wall was only picture frames but they didn't hold any portraits. Out of the corner of my eye, there was a dark figure moving out of my closet. The figure kept slowly towards the bed that I was lying in, I fully awake now, and my breathing quickening by the minute. I wanted to scream but, I couldn't. As the figure came up to me, all he had was a black mask covering his face but the smile...haunted me.

A shiver went through my spine just thinking about it. Basically, if the smiling man was real, that would be him. The top and bottom pairs of straight teeth formed the most Cheshire cat grin I've ever see, like he wasn't even human. His eyes where so dark, to the point where I didn't think he had any. There was nothing but black tunnels. I was in a daze, hypnotised would be the best word for it. I didn't remember anything after I saw him, all I knew then was that baige, fragile window went up without a hand even touching it.

The dream was heart wrenching as it played through my head, and the coffee wasn't working. Seeing Lucy was already here with Noah, I signaled her I was leaving, as she was rocking him to sleep. I grabbed my coat with my keys, and headed straight to my car. At this moment, all I could think about was being with Olivia.

Olivia's POV

"Goodnight, Manda." I waved to the expectant blond as she waddled her way to the elevator with Carisi right behind her. "Keep an eye on her, Carisi."

"Yes ma'am." He shot a tiredly grin in my direction, as he jogged towards the elevator before it left him. I couldn't help but smile at the pair. They were a great reminder of her olden days with her former partner, who was now her boyfriend after waiting three years for him. When I think about it, I noticed that I've grown from the demeanor. At the end, it was all worth it...he came back to me. I went and seated myself on the leather couch in my office, I slowly kicked my feet up.

Today was the longest for a Friday, it left me with no energy. Even though, there wasn't a case, I could still feel the stress on my body creeping from the years. All I could think about was Elliot, and the passionate Valentine's night we had. I softly moaned, I slid down to a laying position, its crazy how that man can turn me on so quickly with just a touch of his fingers. I didn't notice what I was doing, until I felt a finger rubbed over my clit. It sent a shiver down my spin, I started to rock my hips as I went to work. The way he dominated me that night...had me so wet, his tongue was all over my body. I was now moaning his name, my hand was now under my blouse, manipulating my nipple as he did with his tongue that night.

I was getting closer and closer to the edge, as my back arched uncontrollably. I was ready to cum, just when I felt a cold finger lightly strock down my uncovered stomach. I shot up from my position, startled by the sudden contact. Filled with gratitude, it was the only person who I had my mind on all day.