My Home part 2/?
I was feeling ambitious tonight...that and I am procrastinating on a paper I have to write. So here is Chapter two. Drama-Suspense etc.
gigi
Slowly Olivia sauntered over to Cragen’s office trying not to feel like child summoned to the Principal’s office. Cragen was already waiting inside, he seemed ill at ease. Olivia paused at the doorway, duly noting that it seemed to be becoming a habit. Cragen looked up, his face was unreadable, Liv wasn’t sure if it was because of the time she had been gone or something else.
“Close the Door Liv.” And so they faced each other, separated only by a wooden desk. “Do you want to sit down?” Liv couldn’t believe it, the captain was stalling,
“I’ll stand.” She had a feeling this was going to be bad news. The last time she had seen Cragen this uncomfortable was when her mother had died. Unless you count the time he caught Alex and her in the interrogation room. They had been feeling particularly frisky that day, but then he was uncomfortable in a whole different way.
“I have some news.” Liv was tempted to reach across the paper swathed desk and ring his neck, protocol and consequences be damned. The only thing that kept her hands at her sides was the realization that if she killed him she wouldn’t know what it was he wanted to tell her…that and he was her only father figure. “They’ve taken down Zapata.” Olivia felt her stomach fall…as well as all of her other organs,
“And Velez?” Cragen shook his head,
“Not necessary. Velez is a criminal; he has no reason to waste manpower on revenge of a woman who crossed a dead man.” Seeing Liv’s confused expression he continued, “Zapata was killed in a raid two days ago. I know you haven’t heard anything yet, the feds are keeping it hush hush.”
Olivia felt elated: no more lonely nights, no more nostalgic operas, no more tear ridden Sunday mornings. She was getting Alex back. It sounded foreign to even think. Olivia had become almost resigned that she would never see Alex again. As much as it tore her to think every day, it kept her from breaking in two. It stopped her from turning wildly every time she spotted a blond in a suit or the smell of champagne or pomegranate.
“So when can Alex come back?” Don’s face paled considerably. This is why he had been stalling. Olivia felt like screaming but it came out no more than a hoarse whisper, “What is it Don?” The captain sighed wearily and sat behind his desk. He seemed to be hunched over with the weight of Manhattan on his shoulders.
“The day before Zapata was killed, one of his men found Alex…she’s been attacked.” Liv felt like slapping him up the side of the head,
“But she is alive?!” Don nodded slowly as if confirming this detail took an immense amount of effort. “But…” Liv had a bad feeling. She could sense the unspoken like a cloud looming directly overhead….and it was about to rain.
“Liv, Alex had a breakdown.” Liv decided it was time to sit down. Collapsing into the chair she felt the numbness of shock threaten to sink in. Far too much information in such a short period of time.
“What happened?” Don shook his head,
“They don’t really know. She was kidnapped…somehow escaped and was found beaten up mumbling to herself on the side of a freeway. She has been in a psyche ward ever since. They haven’t gotten anything out of her.” Liv shook her head to attempt to clear the jumble that enveloped her mind. She had gone from bliss to panic to devastation in the course of five minutes. She could vaguely hear her name being called out, looking up, she was met with the caring eyes of her surrogate father,
“Go to her. We’ll be here when you get back. Both of you. Bring our girl home.”
gigi
Slowly Olivia sauntered over to Cragen’s office trying not to feel like child summoned to the Principal’s office. Cragen was already waiting inside, he seemed ill at ease. Olivia paused at the doorway, duly noting that it seemed to be becoming a habit. Cragen looked up, his face was unreadable, Liv wasn’t sure if it was because of the time she had been gone or something else.
“Close the Door Liv.” And so they faced each other, separated only by a wooden desk. “Do you want to sit down?” Liv couldn’t believe it, the captain was stalling,
“I’ll stand.” She had a feeling this was going to be bad news. The last time she had seen Cragen this uncomfortable was when her mother had died. Unless you count the time he caught Alex and her in the interrogation room. They had been feeling particularly frisky that day, but then he was uncomfortable in a whole different way.
“I have some news.” Liv was tempted to reach across the paper swathed desk and ring his neck, protocol and consequences be damned. The only thing that kept her hands at her sides was the realization that if she killed him she wouldn’t know what it was he wanted to tell her…that and he was her only father figure. “They’ve taken down Zapata.” Olivia felt her stomach fall…as well as all of her other organs,
“And Velez?” Cragen shook his head,
“Not necessary. Velez is a criminal; he has no reason to waste manpower on revenge of a woman who crossed a dead man.” Seeing Liv’s confused expression he continued, “Zapata was killed in a raid two days ago. I know you haven’t heard anything yet, the feds are keeping it hush hush.”
Olivia felt elated: no more lonely nights, no more nostalgic operas, no more tear ridden Sunday mornings. She was getting Alex back. It sounded foreign to even think. Olivia had become almost resigned that she would never see Alex again. As much as it tore her to think every day, it kept her from breaking in two. It stopped her from turning wildly every time she spotted a blond in a suit or the smell of champagne or pomegranate.
“So when can Alex come back?” Don’s face paled considerably. This is why he had been stalling. Olivia felt like screaming but it came out no more than a hoarse whisper, “What is it Don?” The captain sighed wearily and sat behind his desk. He seemed to be hunched over with the weight of Manhattan on his shoulders.
“The day before Zapata was killed, one of his men found Alex…she’s been attacked.” Liv felt like slapping him up the side of the head,
“But she is alive?!” Don nodded slowly as if confirming this detail took an immense amount of effort. “But…” Liv had a bad feeling. She could sense the unspoken like a cloud looming directly overhead….and it was about to rain.
“Liv, Alex had a breakdown.” Liv decided it was time to sit down. Collapsing into the chair she felt the numbness of shock threaten to sink in. Far too much information in such a short period of time.
“What happened?” Don shook his head,
“They don’t really know. She was kidnapped…somehow escaped and was found beaten up mumbling to herself on the side of a freeway. She has been in a psyche ward ever since. They haven’t gotten anything out of her.” Liv shook her head to attempt to clear the jumble that enveloped her mind. She had gone from bliss to panic to devastation in the course of five minutes. She could vaguely hear her name being called out, looking up, she was met with the caring eyes of her surrogate father,
“Go to her. We’ll be here when you get back. Both of you. Bring our girl home.”