“If you’re here to remind me that I have yet to go home, trust me: I know.” Was all that Olivia stated on her way back to her desk after making her umpteenth trip to the precinct’s coffee machine. She could get overzealous over cases from time to time, and it wasn’t unlike her to see the sun set and rise in the same shift. Still, she could probably use a distraction right now, even if she wasn’t acting like she could, because her eyes were starting to burn, and the words cluttering the case file documents that were splayed across her desk were getting harder and harder to read. So she didn’t entirely push away whoever she had felt gazing at her as she sunk down into her seat with a heavy sigh. For now, anyways.
a soft glance in her direction; he wouldn't doubt if she hadn't been out of the precinct to see the light of day since the day before. came in yesterday, pulled a double, slept in the back. and now it was almost midnight. one hand came up to rub at his jaw, pulling lips, cheeks away from the bone, searching for words. she wasn't even seeing him, and here he was, standing right in front of her. ❛ actually, i came to check on you, liv. you missed our -- ❜ date wouldn't be an appropriate word. as much as he might wish that it was. ❛ we were supposed to go get dinner tonight. you stood me up. ❜ it was meant lightly; he tried to smile and show it was only a joke, but it was hard to joke when he was constantly reminded that her work would always come before everything else in her life.






















