There were so many words to describe what Olivia Murray felt as she sat across from that son of a bitch Vic Mackey and listened to his confessions.
But betrayal stood out among the rest.
Betrayal, because not only had a fellow cop dirtied the very name of the police force, but because he had gotten away with it all too. He fooled everyone into thinking that he was the hero of Farmington- the hero that everyone was praying for. Yet, in truth, he was the dirtiest cop LA had ever seen. It made her wonder- How many busts were a lie? How many arrests were unjustified? How many people sent to jail were innocent?
Betrayal, because she felt like she could trust him. With Pezuela, with Beltran, with her own blackmail file. Sure, her file was still under wraps, but if Vic managed to screw over both of the Mexican Cartel men without either of them knowing, then God knows what he could do to her.
Betrayal, because she had actually felt something for the bastard. All those sly, cocky looks he would shoot her throughout the day got under her skin. They manipulated her heart into believing she cared for the man. But whatever sense of good that still existed in the universe had thankfully stopped her from making a move on him. If he had legal and emotional leverage over her, who knows what he could've done?
"…And, I think that's the end." Vic said, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Olivia surfaced from her thoughts as the torrent of wrongdoings and sinful confessions finally stopped. She glared at Vic, trying to keep her emotions in check.
"You are a sick, twisted man." She spat. He smirked slightly, apathy crossing his hard features.
"Anything else? I've got a meeting." She reached forward, turning off the sound recorder. Her arm dropped slowly back into place and she sat there, frozen. She peered up at him as he readied to leave, tears fresh in her eyes.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" And as he stared back at her, blunt and unfeeling as a rock, he said,
"I've done worse."
The door closed harshly behind him. Olivia let herself collapse back into her chair with a heaving sob. Tears ran down her cheeks.
For the first time in her life, she felt betrayed.
A short, Olivia-centric drabble I wrote after seeing Possible Kill Screen. The things that must've been running through her head when Vic was confessing... poor girl.
It's not my best work, but I still felt like I should post it.
Oh, I saw the finale last night! It blew me away! I couldn't have asked for a better ending. I'm really sad to see such a phenomenal series end though.
This fic is dedicated to the best series on tv.