Olivia set at her escritorio with a cold case in her hands, not really lectura it though she was kinda in her own world, she peeked up at the clock 12:50 a.m. She thought about going inicial but why? There was really no one there for her, so she just sat in the empty squadroom listening to the tick-tock of the clock. Her beeper went off but she ignored it...she was deep in thought. Olivia was ,of course, depressed with everything that had happened throughout her life but especilly these past 6 months. She just wanted it all to end. Slowly she walked to the window and thought to herself for a moment...she...

I hate feeling like this, I so tired of trying to fight this...I'm asleep and all I dream of is waking up to you...Please tell me that tu will listen, because your touch is what I'm missing...And the más I hide, the más I realize...I'm falling in amor with you...

Elliot sat at his desk, fiddling with a pen. At the escritorio opposite him sat Olivia. Her head in a cold case, she was desperately trying to find some lead that could help them catch the bastard that raped a little girl. It was nearing midnight and they were the only two in the squadroom. Her hair caught the dim light, it beautifully...