A/N So, I haven't been active in…over two years. Yeah it's terrible I know. My muse has been very very absent. My old account, BVR (formerly Beka Valentine Rhade) has a few stories from awhile ago that I'll be finishing up, then continuing all activity on this account.
"What's going on?" Olivia asked the nearest uniform, showing him her badge.
"15 year old girl, stabbed to death in her apartment." He glanced at her badge, "Who called Special Victims?"
"No one," Olivia said, "I live here. Who was the victim?"
"Girl named Allison Karson." Olivia sighed and shook her head. "Friend of yours?"
"She's helped me out before. Watering the plants, checking on the apartment on late nights, you know."
The uniform nodded. "Look Detective, no offence, but we really don't need you on this. It's too personal and really, we've got it covered." Olivia opened her mouth to object, but the officer cut her off. "I promise to call if we need help. Plus, you look like you need rest."
Olivia considered this and nodded. "Thanks, Officer…?"
"Davids. Gregory Davids." Olivia nodded, wished him good luck and walked slowly to the building door.
Olivia collapsed on the couch and let out a slow breath. On the job, she had accepted and was almost used to terrible things happening, but it still struck her now, considering how close it had come to her personal life. Well, what little of a personal life she had. She had been sitting on the couch with her head in her hands for ten minutes when a knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Assuming Davids needed something, she hurried over and peered out through the peephole. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and opened the door.
"Hey…" He looked frazzled, "You ok?"
"Uhm…yeah…should I not be?" Olivia asked, a bit confused.
"I just heard the report over the scanner on the way to my apartment…"
"Oh!" Olivia said, comprehension dawning. Of course he would come over to see how she was, that's just who Elliot is. "It was one of my neighbors' daughters. Come on in."
Olivia and Elliot settled themselves on her couch and Olivia pulled her legs under her.
"I just wanted to make sure you're ok…I was worried. It just said your building and a murdered female, no age or specifics, I needed to know it wasn't…you." He finished softly, averting his eyes from hers.
Olivia gave him a small smile, the kind that drove him crazy. "Elliot, I'm fine, really. Just a bit shook up. I expect this everyday, I honestly didn't expect it where I live though."
"I understand. Anything I can do?" Elliot offered, already knowing she would turn down any help he offered.
"No no, it's fine. It's just…she was such a good kid. Did great in school, on the honor roll, never brought guys home with her from what I saw. It's sad, she had such a great future ahead of her." Elliot made a jerky movement, as if trying to put him arm around him shoulders and shove his hands into his pockets at the same time. Olivia seemed not to notice.
"I'll make coffee." Elliot said, starting to get up.
"No it's fine, if I have any more I'll be up all night. Not that I'll be getting any sleep anyways. Olivia motioned towards the doors and windows absently as the sirens and lights continued to spill into her home.
Elliot nodded. "I just…needed to know you're ok." Olivia stood up, putting her hand on his shoulder and smiled.
"I'm fine. Really, and I appreciate the concern. Thanks for stopping by."
Elliot looked down into her dark, yet somehow bright eyes. He'd always loved that, how her eyes were a deep, rich brown, but they still managed to always shine. Elliot's musings were cut short when a loud rap on Olivia's door echoed through the silent apartment. Both Elliot and Olivia's heads snapped to the door and a white envelope was shoved under the gap between floor and door.
Olivia stared at it for a split second, as if she wasn't quite registering what it was. She shook it off quickly and grabbed the envelope. She pulled the paper out of it and unfolded it.
"WatCh YOurSelF, NexT TimE IT WON't bE your NEIGHBOR's GirLIE."