Notes: Hi everyone! So you many of you may recognize this story as previously belonging to Dramatic-ADD-Having-ass-Writer, but recently she got too busy to continue it, so she allowed me to adopt it. :) The first two chapters will remain fundamentally the same, but after that, she's given me artistic liberty to finish the story. And if you know anything about me, you know that it's going to be a fantastically exciting and bumpy ride for our characters. :) So sit back, relax, and most importantly, enjoy!

Chapter 1

As Olivia made her way to her boyfriend's apartment from her therapist's office, she couldn't help but feel relieved. Today was the sixth month anniversary of Lewis's death, and Olivia finally was finally feeling like she was getting her life back. Despite her therapist's protests, she'd informed him that today's was going to be her last therapy session, and when she said goodbye, it wasn't just to her therapist. She said good-bye to him, to Lewis, and to her old life.

She was so tired of being viewed as the victim, not just by her entire squad, but by everyone. And she felt that continuing to see Dr. Irwin was just prolonging that image of emotional dependence. She wasn't a victim anymore; she'd won. Lewis was dead and she was was no way in hell that he was going to keep her from moving on, despite his last words before he pulled the trigger. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She was safe, and ironically, she felt freer than she'd ever felt in her life before Lewis.

Olivia was walking up the stairs to Brian's apartment when brought out of her thoughts at the sound of her cellphone ringing. She quickly grabbed it from her purse, and smiled as she saw Brian's name light up on the screen.

"Hey Bri, I'm walking up the stairs right now." Silence. "Bri?"

She glanced back at her iPhone's screen, to see if he had hung up or if it was on mute. But neither happened.

Maybe it was just a butt-dial, she thought to herself as she hung up the phone and slipped it into her jacket pocket. Well, whatever it is, it can wait fifteen seconds.

She stuck her key through the keyhole and let herself inside his apartment, closing the door and locking it behind her.

"Bri?" she asked as she looked around the apartment.

The lights are on, she thought, so he had to be here.

She walked farther inside and heard the shower running in the bathroom. She smiled as she opened the bathroom door.

"Is this why you called me?" she giggled as she pushed the shower curtain back, expecting to find him naked. But to her surprise, she didn't see anyone.

She was leaning over to turn the faucet off when she heard muffled sounds coming from the tub. She looked down and gasped in horror as she saw Bryan lying down in the bathtub, with duct-tape around his mouth, and his hands and feet bound with rope. He was struggling to breathe, as the tub filled with more and more water. It was practically covering his nostrils by now.

"BRIAN!" she cried as she quickly lifted his body and sat him upright, twisting the shower handle to stop the running water. She quickly began to pull the tape away from his mouth. "Brian, what happened? I was just-"

The words caught in her throat when she felt the tip of a gun press against the back of her skull.

She lifted her hands up slowly in surrender, hoping quietly that this was just a robbery gone terribly wrong.

"Okay, okay," she breathed, "let's take it easy. You can take whatever you want. We won't fight you."

She flinched as she felt the man reach for the weapon that was lodged on her belt-clip. Then she felt him lift the hem of her pants and remove her ankle gun.

Shit, this isn't good, she thought to herself frantically. This isn't good at all.

"Okay, you have my guns," she said calmly, keeping her hand where he could see them. "You're in control."

Olivia knew how to get inside criminal's minds, and if letting him believe that he was in control meant that she and Brian would get out of this alive, she would do it.

Suddenly, without saying a word, the man grabbed her by her hair and pushed her into the sink, causing her head to crash into the glass mirror.

She cried out as her head collided with the mirror, and stared as the blood-soaked shards of glass dropped into the sink. Slowly, she glanced up at the mirror, but when she saw the reflection, she couldn't believe her eyes.

I have to be hallucinating, she thought to her, as she stared dumbfounded at the reflection of the man behind her.

Her attacker looked identical to William Lewis, the only difference being that he was missing the giant scar that circled Lewis's left eye. But Olivia was positive that it was him.

"Lewis?" she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. "No...no, it can't be."

He grinned back at her through the mirror. "What's the a matter, hun? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"You're dead!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly. She prayed that when she would open them back up, she would wake up from the terrible nightmare she was in.

"Oh, I'm not that Lewis," he cooed. "You think he was bad? Let me tell you a secret." He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Baby, I was my brother's worst nightmare..."