Warning - gets kind of personal, maybe not a fun read. I'd have emailed it directly to any of the show's writers if I could have found the contact info.
I watch the show, not on a regular basis, but when I do with a religious intensity. It's a kind of catharsis for me, as an in-the-closet survivor, to see people surviving, being honored, being supported and the detectives fighting for them. So it's a very personal experience, almost a therapy, and even though I know it's just a TV show I take it very personally.
Olivia had known something was up. When she entered her apartment, she had that feeling—the one where the creepy-crawlies made every hair stand on end—on her arms, on the back of her neck. Ignoring it would cost her dearly, and she would never forgive herself after this. She knew that, once her own gun was pointing towards her head, and that sick fuck Lewis was at the other end.
Olivia runs into the office searching wildly for Elliot with a look that could kill. Storming in she notices that the offices remains empty, as if everyone has done home for the night, but then she notices Elliot sitting at his desk sorting through paperwork concerning todays case.
"Elliot!" yells Olivia as she starts throwing papers off of his desk to get his attention. "How dare you try and take that bullet for me today?! You had no right risking your life for me. You have a wife and a family! You have to start thinking more clearly!"
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Posted 7 months ago