Who: Olivia Shepherd & William Hayes What: Succumbing to feelings in the aftermath Where: The Hayes family home in Boston When: Sunday afternoon, January 21, 2018 Warnings: TBD
It had been about six weeks since the take down of Doyle Hayes's warehouse and subsequent arrests, but to Olivia, it'd felt like a million years since the last time she'd seen Will. She hadn't wanted to stay away for as long as she had, but it mostly hadn't been on purpose. After his father's arrest, Olivia had been more or less buried under a mountain of paperwork. There were debriefings to go to, meetings with higher ups and lawyers, and after the fourth week, Olivia had gotten slammed with a brand new case. Apparently how well she'd done on the Hayes case had earned her some good faith with her superiors, and some of the people who still looked at her side ways after everything that had happened with James. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that, but for now, she'd take it, so things had never really ended up slowing down much for her.
Normally she'd like that. Usually Olivia was doing anything to keep busy, using whatever means necessary to bury herself in work so that she didn't have to face the fact that she had no personal life, she was still partnerless and there was a big part of her that didn't ever want to replace Pete, and from the big family she'd once had, she now only had one sibling left whose whereabouts she even knew of. She wasn't proud of it, but for Olivia had spent so long getting used to running away from her problems, that she'd gotten pretty comfortable with it. It wasn't until she'd met Will that she'd really stopped running, and it wasn't until they met that everything weird and screwed up about her life started to not matter as much.
Ever since the day of his father's arrest, things had been happening so fast that she'd barely had time to breathe, but she still never stopped thinking about him. She was starting to feel like one of those really cliche people that sat waiting by the phone or kept calling a person before hanging up. She wasn't doing either of those things, but part of Olivia still felt like she was just waiting, stuck in motion until she heard from him again. She'd e-mailed him once or twice, just to check in with him and update him on some of the things going on behind the scenes on her end in regards to his father. She knew she shouldn't have, but she wanted Will to know she'd kept her promise. Doyle Hayes was behind bars for good.
Other than that, it seemed like they'd both been pretty busy. She'd been dealing with the annoying but time consuming red tape of her job, and he'd been more than a little preoccupied picking up the pieces of his family in the aftermath of all the chaos. Olivia shouldn't have wished that she could have been there to help him do all of that, but she did. When it came to William Hayes, there were a lot of things she shouldn't have thought, done, or wished since this case had started, but she'd found herself doing all of those things anyway. She just couldn't help herself when it came to him, in the end feeling the way she did about Will seemed as inevitable as the sun rising and setting. That was enough to scare her into keeping her distance for a little while longer, but it didn't last. Even Olivia Shepherd had to fold eventually.
When her work had finally stalled enough that she couldn't use that as an excuse anymore, and she was starting to think about Will's forehead pressed against hers so much that it was slowly driving her a little crazy, Olivia finally threw in the towel and decided to pay him an innocent visit. There was nothing wrong with that, was there? She was just checking in on him to make sure everything was still okay. Never mind that she was dying to see him for reasons that had nothing to do with that. In her haste to see him, she hadn't actually bothered to tell him she was coming by before she was showing up on his doorstep, which she only realized when she was already knocking on his front door. Oh well. Too late now?