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Credulous girl. She cannot escape. Watch her until further notice.
Olivia Benson stepped out of her apartment and breathed in the sweet morning air. The ground was moist and she thanked her slight heels for keeping the hem of her pants dry. As if on cue, a car pulled up and the driver side window came down.
"Hey Liv, want a ride?" Elliot Stabler's voice cut through the icy air. Olivia smiled gratefully. "Yeah. Thanks." She rounded the car and hopped into the passenger seat.
"You look like crap," Elliot noted as he pulled away from the curb. Olivia rolled her eyes. "I don't care," she replied, but still flipped open the visor mirror nonetheless. Her brown eyes were rimmed in red and her hair was a mess, despite her running a brush quickly through it.
Closing the visor, Olivia smoothed down her frizzy hair thoughtfully as she thought about the despised night before. Insomnia was a killer.
As if reading her mind, Elliot said, "Rough night last night, huh?"
Olivia scoffed. "Yeah well, if it wasn't for the phone ringing off the hook before I unplugged it, it was the neighbors heavy metal on full blast, and when they finally got tired and went to bed, it was the people downstairs drilling hoes in their walls. Who does construction work on their houses at 4 o'clock in the morning?" She rubbed her eyes.
"Aw, sorry. Hey, maybe an exciting day of chasing down rapists and pedophiles will wake you up." Elliot replied as he stopped at a red light.
Olivia was about to respond when she looked out the window and saw an elderly man watching them. His face was terrifyingly familiar and his gaze was cool. He stared directly into the car at Olivia, his gaze didn't waver as she stared back.
Elliot looked over to her and noticed her eyes fixated on something outside. "What?"
"That guy is staring at me," Olivia mumbled, frowning.
Elliot looked at the guy and raised an eyebrow. "Want me to run him over?" He joked.
"If the light doesn't change soon, you're gonna have to." The man's expression was disturbing. He stared at her as if she knew something that she wasn't supposed to. Chills ran down her spine.
"Elliot, go. Run the light or something, this guy is freaking me out," Olivia begged with Elliot, eliminating the pleading voice that wanted to come out. Instead, Elliot just rolled down Olivia's window.
"Hey, you got a problem or something?" Elliot yelled out at the guy. The man's expressionless mouth curled up in a small sneer. "Keep your eyes on people your own age!"
The man nodded his graying head slightly. The light turned green at that instant and Eliot pulled quickly away, creeped out by this guy.
"We're watching you, Katarina!" The ma shouted after them. Olivia moved to roll up the window, but froze. Katarina? Why was that name familiar? Why was *he* familiar?
Olivia struggled against her seatbelt to turn around. The elderly man was still standing there, the sneer plastered on his face as he watched the car drive away.
"Katarina," She whispered to herself. "Scottsdale. Katarina. Montgomery."
Elliot tore his eyes away from the road to flash Olivia a strange look. "What?"
Olivia frowned. She was beginning to scare herself. Where had those words come from?
"Nothing. Nothing at all," She mumbled.
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Credulous girl. She cannot escape. Watch her until further notice.
Olivia Benson stepped out of her apartment and breathed in the sweet morning air. The ground was moist and she thanked her slight heels for keeping the hem of her pants dry. As if on cue, a car pulled up and the driver side window came down.
"Hey Liv, want a ride?" Elliot Stabler's voice cut through the icy air. Olivia smiled gratefully. "Yeah. Thanks." She rounded the car and hopped into the passenger seat.
"You look like crap," Elliot noted as he pulled away from the curb. Olivia rolled her eyes. "I don't care," she replied, but still flipped open the visor mirror nonetheless. Her brown eyes were rimmed in red and her hair was a mess, despite her running a brush quickly through it.
Closing the visor, Olivia smoothed down her frizzy hair thoughtfully as she thought about the despised night before. Insomnia was a killer.
As if reading her mind, Elliot said, "Rough night last night, huh?"
Olivia scoffed. "Yeah well, if it wasn't for the phone ringing off the hook before I unplugged it, it was the neighbors heavy metal on full blast, and when they finally got tired and went to bed, it was the people downstairs drilling hoes in their walls. Who does construction work on their houses at 4 o'clock in the morning?" She rubbed her eyes.
"Aw, sorry. Hey, maybe an exciting day of chasing down rapists and pedophiles will wake you up." Elliot replied as he stopped at a red light.
Olivia was about to respond when she looked out the window and saw an elderly man watching them. His face was terrifyingly familiar and his gaze was cool. He stared directly into the car at Olivia, his gaze didn't waver as she stared back.
Elliot looked over to her and noticed her eyes fixated on something outside. "What?"
"That guy is staring at me," Olivia mumbled, frowning.
Elliot looked at the guy and raised an eyebrow. "Want me to run him over?" He joked.
"If the light doesn't change soon, you're gonna have to." The man's expression was disturbing. He stared at her as if she knew something that she wasn't supposed to. Chills ran down her spine.
"Elliot, go. Run the light or something, this guy is freaking me out," Olivia begged with Elliot, eliminating the pleading voice that wanted to come out. Instead, Elliot just rolled down Olivia's window.
"Hey, you got a problem or something?" Elliot yelled out at the guy. The man's expressionless mouth curled up in a small sneer. "Keep your eyes on people your own age!"
The man nodded his graying head slightly. The light turned green at that instant and Eliot pulled quickly away, creeped out by this guy.
"We're watching you, Katarina!" The ma shouted after them. Olivia moved to roll up the window, but froze. Katarina? Why was that name familiar? Why was *he* familiar?
Olivia struggled against her seatbelt to turn around. The elderly man was still standing there, the sneer plastered on his face as he watched the car drive away.
"Katarina," She whispered to herself. "Scottsdale. Katarina. Montgomery."
Elliot tore his eyes away from the road to flash Olivia a strange look. "What?"
Olivia frowned. She was beginning to scare herself. Where had those words come from?
"Nothing. Nothing at all," She mumbled.