Okay I know I'm obsessed but I don't care, so here's another story, all you Elliot lovers should like it, because it's based around him. E/O lovers will be happy to know it's an E/O based fic.
Summary: Elliot's being stalked and has no idea by whom. Everyone around him is in danger from the psycho who has him in their sights. Olivia quickly becomes a target when she and Elliot move forward in their relationship as partners.
Disclaimer: Yea, in my dreams I own them but when I wake up, I don't…
Olivia pulled up and stopped before turning off the engine. "Don't you think it's strange, me driving you home and picking you up in the morning?" She asked Elliot who sat in the passenger's seat.
His car was in the garage and had been since Monday, today was Friday and Olivia had been playing taxi driver all week.
"It does seem strange." He said.
"Yea well, when you get your car back next week, you can pick me up and drop me off. I'm not used to these early mornings. I have to leave an hour earlier to pick you up." She said, emphasising her point with a yawn.
"You owe me nine years of having to get up early and play taxi." Elliot said.
"Oh, okay if we're gonna play this game, you owe me nine years of coffee and orange juice that you insist on finishing off for me every morning, not to mention all the meals you insist on sharing with me, even when you have your own…" She said before he interrupted her.
"Yea, yea. See you tomorrow, bright and early. Oh and would you mind bringing me some coffee and orange juice, I'm not used to making my own in the morning." He said playfully.
"Get out." Olivia said trying not to smile. "Flash your lights when you get in." She said jokingly, it was his usual demand
"Goodnight." Elliot said as he got out. "Night!" She yelled back to him.
Elliot used his key to get into his building and walked straight over to the lift. He got out on his floor and walked over to his door, rumbling through his keys to find the right one for his door.
As he got to his door, he noticed it was open slightly. He took out his gun and pushed the door open with his foot. Most of the lights were off but there was a lamp on in the corner.
He walked in slowly and after checking most of the rooms, he only had the bedroom left. It was clear, as he turned to walk out of it he bumped into someone. He quickly aimed his gun again.
"Whoa, whoa...Elliot's it me." Olivia said. She had her own gun out but had it in her hands which were held up in surrender.
"I thought you were joking about the lights thing?" Elliot said.
"I was. You left your cell in the car." She said as she put her gun away and pulled him phone out of her pocket where she had stuffed it when she saw the state of his apartment. "God, look at this place, it's trashed." She said, taking another look around.
"Yea I know." Elliot said.
"Is anything missing?" She asked. Sure the place looked a mess, but nothing looked like it was missing.
"No. My TV's still here, my laptop is still here…" He said baffled as he looked around.
"I'm gonna call CSU." Olivia said. She walked out pulled her cell out to make the call.
Elliot looked around his bedroom. He noticed his closet door was slightly opened. He walked over to it and looked inside. He instantly knew what it was that was missing. It was his old NYPD hooded sweater that he only ever wore to jog in.
"They're gonna be here A.S.A.P." Olivia told him as she walked back in. "What?" She asked, seeing the bewildered look on his face.
"They broke in to take my hoodie." Elliot informed her.
"That's it?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yea." Elliot said. He was completely confused as to why anyone would want it. They both stood there waiting for CSU to arrive and hopefully find some clues as to who it may have been who broke in to take his sweater.
Neither of them had no idea that it was just the start of worse thing to come.
Poor Elliot, I think confused Elliot is so cute, his eyes always look so sad. LOL. I'm not crazy!
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