20 Minutes Before

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20 MINUTES BEFORE

25 minutes later and i am still standing outside the interrogation room. This boy just won't give it up despite the evidence presented to him. I'm still not to sure why they are even talking to him, the woman ID'd him, and his DNA was all over her. Watching Nick work distracts me from the reason i even came down here, or why i even have their phones in my hand.

I return each phone and sit back down at my desk to finish my paperwork before tomorrow.
Help Liv out Fin had said.
No slacking.
Urgh, it's going to be a long shift.

*        *        *

His phone rings on his kitchen bench, her name blaring on his screen begging him to answer.
He does not.
He is not here.
He has missed her.
He has possibly missed his last chance to talk to her.

*        *        *

Elliot's voice mail done.
Marcus' voice mail done.
Liv's voice mail done.
Noah's voice mail done.

I sit in the middle of the apartment my phone sitting neatly in my lap. I can't move, not quite yet. I just let my mind wander, allow myself to dream of different things. Trying not to allow my mind to focus on how they will feel when they find out. I think back to Noah's drawing of the beautiful birds.
"That ones you, and this one is me." I can't help but smile, we will be birds together one day Noah, flying high above the clouds, happy and free.

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