(2018-12-09) Trust No One
Elizabeth finds Omri in the coffee shop.
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omri..elizabeth..

Omri is seated at a table near the back of the coffee shop. His long hair is pulled back into a thick man bun. In front of him is a small hot chocolate and his sketchbook. The book is open, and he's drawing. He's quite talented, but this isn't really a drawing to show off skill. In fact, it looks like a map of a bunch of buildings.

Elizabeth saunters in, leaning on the counter to speak quietly to the barista as she attempts to figure out what she wants to order. There is a back and forth and while she pulls out her card to pay for her purchase, she glances around. Her gaze falls on Omri, and she jerks her head in that direction, asking for them to drop off her coffee there. She walks slowly, her eyes on his sketch before she speaks. "Omri." A beat. "How you been?"

Omri looks up, and when he sees her, the first thing he does is slap the book shut. "Oh. Um… Hi… Officer." He sniffs, and he leans back in his chair, "I've been good, really. I mean, you know, as well as should be expected." He shrugs a little, "How, uh… How are you?"

"Elizabeth. Not an officer right now." She takes a seat and kicks her feet up. "As well as should be expected hmm?" She pushes her sunglasses up on her head and shrugs a shoulder. "Been better, been worse. Got shot at a lot a few nights ago. Your friends are a bunch of assholes." She folds her arms over her chest, eyebrows lofted slightly. "Heard any news?"

Omri shrugs, "I don't know that I have any friends." He sighs, and matches her folded arms by crossing his own over his chest, which just makes his wide shoulders seem even broader on his lithe frame. "I heard you busted Malakai." He shakes his head, "I don't understand why you all don't just put it to an end."

"Well you ain't going to make any hiding out." Elizabeth notes, a slight smile showing when he crosses his own arms over his chest. "I shot Malakai. Then I tried to drown him. He wasn't very forthcoming with his information." She leans in, unfolding her arms and she opens her mouth to speak. The barista stops her by dropping off her drink, shooting Omri a smile before she troops back behind the counter. Elizabeth's voice drops to a hiss. "We can't put an end to shit if we can't find them. That's why we need you."

"Sounds like you gave him a piece of your mind then." Omri unfolds his arms and he reaches out, laying his hands on his sketchbook and sliding it closer to him. "I need a deal from the D.A. that guarantees I go free and a pro boner lawyer that can make sure the deal is good." He swallows, holding the sketchbook tight. Yeah. He said pro boner.

"I give everyone a piece of my mind, Omri. It's kind of my /thing/." Elizabeth takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, pulling her sunglasses from her head to set them on the table. "Listen, if we do this through the feds, you're gonna be fine. If we go through the city, I can't promise that. There are still unknown elements out there. I dunno what you think you're gonna be arrested for, besides helping Jacob, and …I am pretty sure they're trying to put that in my corner."

Omri huffs, and he looks off out the window, chewing on his lip. He shakes his head a little. "Everyone is telling me different advice. Different instructions. Telling me what to do and they're all saying something different." He looks at Elizabeth, "Even you said not to trust anyone including yourself." He shrugs, and there's a bit of a lost puppy look in his eyes. "I don't know what you want me to say here, Beth."

"I've told you again and again to come with me to talk to Olivia." Elizabeth holds out a hand, palm up, as she continues to speak. "I don't want you to trust anyone until this is dealt with. It's not safe. I don't want you to make a bad decision based on someone telling you lies." She sighs and picks up her coffee with her free hand. "If this doesn't work out, I'm out of my career. Possibly worse. If this doesn't work out, you are gonna be running forever. We both got a lot to lose. Do you think I'm lying to you now?"

Omri shakes his head. "I don't know." He stares at her hand on the cup for a moment. Then he asks, "Are you and your partner dating?" His eyes lift from her cup to her eyes.

"I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but yes, I guess we are." Elizabeth narrows her eyes at Omri and tilts her head slightly. "Why does that matter? Hell, Omri, half the time I don't even know what is going on between me and Jameson."

Omri slowly smiles, and he visibly relaxes. "It matters because trust is based on honesty." He leans back in his chair, "And I know that's not something you want to be honest about, even to yourself. But if you could say it to me…" He shrugs, "I want to trust you. So it mattered."

"I never lie. Been told far too many of them when I was growing up." Elizabeth swallows and glances away, her eyes scanning the windows. "Yeah. I don't like that I put my feelings in someone else's hands. It's far too easy to crush everything that matters to me." She glances back at Omri. "Olivia wants me to find you and put you somewhere she can find you. I'm not about force. If you help us, I want it to be because you /want/ to help us. So what about it? Do you want to help us end this?"

Omri seems to be on the verge of tears as he expresses, "Yes. God, yes. I don't want anyone else to get hurt - people in town, cops, my old friends - anyone. This is all just crazy. I just don't know what to do." He lays his forehead in the palm of his hands, elbows on the table. "Ugh. I need someone to just tell me what to do."

"We want the same thing then. You come stay with me, and I drag Olivia off the mountain to talk to you. You tell us where they are, and we go and make sure they don't do this to anyone else." Elizabeth makes it sound simple, gazing down at her hands as she speaks. "Liv and I should be dead right now. The only reason we aren't is because we shot some kids. That doesn't make me feel good. I don't want to have to keep doing that. I want my badge back. I want my life back."

Omri slowly exhales, and lifts his face from his hands, dropping them down onto the book. "I could go back. Maybe I could talk to Mary. She'll listen to me. If she doesn't, I could get some of the others out of there before things hit the fan. I can help."

"You can offer that to Olivia, but..Omri?" Elizabeth furrows her brow, giving him a serious look. "You could just as easily go back there, try to help and try to talk to Mary and end up with a bullet in your head. I don't want that to happen. You can show us where they are, and let us take care of the rest. I don't want to hurt anyone there. I won't hurt anyone there, unless they try to hurt me first." She frowns and brushes her hair out of her face. "Just showing us where the compound is…that's a huge help."

Omri purses his lips, thinking. After a moment, he nods, "I'll need to go where I'm stayin' and get a few things. Where is your place?"

"I live in the Biscuit Lofts, Apartment two twenty." Elizabeth responds quietly, and she levels a look at Omri. "Don't take off to be a hero. Please. Go get your shit, come to my place, and I'll make you up a place to sleep on the couch. Alright?"

Omri rolls his eyes, and notes with perhaps a hint of disappointment in himself, "I'm not a hero. I've never been a hero." He picks up his sketchbook and slides out of the chair, standing. "I just want all this over." He lingers for a moment, maybe considering something else, but then just turns to go.

Elizabeth watches him go, not overtly, drinking from her coffee. She gets to her feet soon after, pulling money from her jeans to stuff into the tip jar. Once that's done, she pulls out her phone and shoots out a text, glancing around before she steps out into the cold.

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