He was seeing red. It happened a lot, when matters concerned her. He supposed he should be seeing green, because he was sick with jealousy over the thought of her marrying Frank, but really, it was red. He was angry. He was angry because she didn't seem at all happy when he had spilled the beans about Frank's plans to propose, and now, a few days later, she said she was going to marry him. Hell, he saw the ring on her finger the moment she got to work, and he had been halfway across the room. Just thinking about how she showed it off to people made him feel sick.

He wasn't lying, when he said that he would be happy if she was happy. He was, but that's just the thing. He didn't think Frank could make her happy. That's what made him upset. He didn't mean to sound insensitive, or cocky, but really. How could a guy like that make her happy? Why was she settling?

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, but not before he was nearly knocked off his feet by a slap to the back of his head as he reclined in his chair in his office. He saw red once more, but this time it was her hair as she whipped around angrily. "What the hell, Liv?"

"What on Earth were you thinking?" She hissed through clenched teeth, and he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head as she glared at him.

"Excuse me for giving my two cents. I am your boss, but you're right, I should stay out of work-related decisions."

"Work related? I'm sorry, did I miss the part where I needed your permission to talk on the phone about my honeymoon to my mother? And you didn't just give your two cents; you practically chewed me out for making a personal call."

"I didn't chew you out, and in case you forgot, yes, you do need my permission, seeing as how you're going to need time off."

"You'd really do that to me?" She asked him coldly, and he saw a flash of hurt in her green eyes. He knew he was overreacting and he knew that he shouldn't be doing this – letting his emotions get in the way of his job. "What is your problem?" She asked again, and Lincoln saw Charlie hovering outside the door, a concerned look on his face. Sure, Olivia and Lincoln argued, but it was never like this.

"Charlie, can you give us a minute please?" Lincoln asked, and Charlie looked at him warily before looking at Olivia, almost asking her permission. She nodded subtly, and he looked back at Lincoln quickly before walking back to his desk. Lincoln walked around his desk and shut the door, pulling the blinds as well.

"Are you going to tell me what your problem is or not? Because I have work to do, there's a case that Charlie needs my help on and-"

"Olivia. Stop." Lincoln said quietly, but firmly, and Olivia did what he asked, before crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him, waiting for him to talk. "Well?"

He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath. "Don't marry him." He said, his gaze boring into hers.

"Wh… What?" Liv stuttered, sure she wasn't hearing him right.

He took a step towards her. "Don't marry him. Don't, Liv."

"I don't understand… you said you were happy for me. You said you were happy if I was happy."

"Are you? Are you happy? Because if you are, I'll leave it alone. You'll marry him and live happily ever after, and I'll be… well, I won't be fine, but I'll be better."

"That's what's been making you such a pain in the ass lately?"

Lincoln rolled his eyes, "I've… been having problems dealing with it, yes. I'm just… I'm angry because you don't seem happy with him, Liv. You don't seem happy, yet you're going to marry him anyway."

"How would you know if I'm-"

"I know you, Liv. I know you better than anyone else, you've even said it yourself." He was close to begging her now, and he had sworn to himself that he wasn't going to let it get this far. He was just going to say his peace and that would be it. But it was never enough. He always had something else to say to her. "Look, I'm jealous, okay? But it's more than that," he tried to ignore her sharp intake of breath, "I just can't stand to see you settling for someone that doesn't treat you the way you deserve to be treated. He leaves you for weeks at a time and I understand that it's his job, but… I don't know. You're always talking about how when he's home he's busy and to be fair, if I were him, I'd take a look at what's right in front of me, because you're too special to be ignored, Liv."

Olivia was staring at him, shell shocked, and he thought he blew it. He overreacted, she was going to hate him now that she knew how he felt about her and Frank's relationship. He didn't count on her getting in his face and slapping him lightly on the cheek. "You waited until now to tell me this? Why would you do that? What on Earth Lincoln… I swear, I don't even know what to think…"

She trailed off, and he touched the side of his face, warm from where her palm had been. She glanced at him. "Sorry," she said quietly, "I didn't mean to hit you. I just… why now?"

"I'm not going to say it. It's too cliché and too stupid and you'd just hate me for it anyway."

"Lincoln."

He clenched his fists and looked at the floor, "I can't stand the thought of you marrying him. It makes me feel sick, and if you go through with it, Liv, I can't be there. I can't watch you marry someone else."

She looked as if she was going to cry, and Lincoln's heart clenched painfully watching tears in her eyes. He never wanted to hurt her or make her cry; didn't he just tell her that he'd never treat her like this? He wanted to jump out the nearest window.

He saw another flash of red before he could understand what was happening, and then she was kissing him, and his heart was doing a weird fluttering thing inside his chest, and he felt on fire, and he saw red, for the millionth time that day. Minutes slowed down and he savored every second, fully expecting her to change her mind and freak out. When she moved away from him again, he didn't speak. He barely wanted to breathe.

"I was talking to my Mother on the phone because she found out that Frank and I cancelled our honeymoon plans." She said slowly, keeping her eyes on his expression, which was bordering on desperation. He couldn't stand still, so he moved closer to her.

"What?" He asked, slowly.

"I'm not getting married, Lincoln. If you would have waited for four seconds, I would have told you, but you jumped down my throat instead."

"You're messing with me. Please don't be messing with me."

"I'm not." She said firmly, and he finally let himself smile.

"Liv…"

"We have a lot of talking to do. But later, okay? There's a case that needs solving, so I'm going to go help Charlie."

Lincoln just nodded, unable to form words. She smiled at him, and he realized that he was no longer seeing red. Instead he was concentrating on the green of her eyes, instead of the green of his jealousy.