||[Aug. 23rd, 2006|08:18 pm]
Here we go again
Word count: Not counting quotes, 100 even.
Olivia had had the worst night last night. Elliot and she had gotten into an argument which ended in her walking out of his apartment. She was risking everything to date him secretly and he hadn’t called to apologize. He hadn’t even attempted.
She stormed into the squad room. The first thing she noticed was the dozen white roses on her desk. She grabbed the card.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
But Liv, I am sorry. I really am.
You are the stuff dreams are made of.
Olivia looked up into Elliot’s eyes. She forgave him instantly, she had to. She grabbed him and kissed him.
To hell with who was watching.