With a black and white picture in one hand and a glass of wine in the other Olivia couldn't help but reflect on her time on the other side. Sure the Secretary had always meant to kill her but other than that it wasn't so bad; not that she'd tell anyone here that.
As far as they were concerned it had been horrible, terrifying, and gruesome all rolled up into an unbearable package. But for an entire month she lived in ignorance and bliss with no memories but those given to her in a lab. She had a mother that she was close to and a loving boyfriend that practically worshiped the ground she walked on.
And she had friends, close friends, a lot closer than anyone on this side. The ever loyal Charlie that always had her back no matter what. And Lincoln…God how she missed Lincoln. Sweet, intense, passionate, Lincoln.
Taking a sip of her half empty glass of wine she couldn't help but quirk her lips at the memories she had created with the man. And not for the first time she had an urge to look him up, see if he existed on this side, see if he was married and happy. But the urge was quickly quashed and buried in the back of her mind with all her thoughts of over there.
But when all thoughts of her time on the other side were locked away it brought her back to one thing and one thing only; Peter. She hadn't spoken to since the blow up in the garden more than two weeks ago. Sure they worked cases together and they did speak but she was sure to keep their contact limited and their conversations short and to the point. She just couldn't forgive him, she thought she could, but the longer she thought about it the more she was certain she couldn't. Maybe she was being overly emotional about it but that was to be expected or so the Doctor she had visited, this very morning, had told her.
Standing she carried the remainder of her wine to the sink and dumped it. After washing the glass she placed it in the cupboard and returned to her chair where she curled back up with the black and white grainy picture. It was her only comfort now. Her only connection to a man she, Olivia and not while under her alternates memories, fell in love with. The irony wasn't lost to her. Here she was condemning Peter for doing something that she herself had done. But dammit it hurt more than she thought it would. Sighing she ran a hand through her blonde hair, something she was still getting used to and jumped when her phone started to ring. After the third ring she answered and after a short conversation hung up then uncurled from her chair and proceeded to get ready. With one last glance at the picture laying on the coffee table she left her apartment. They had a case.
The force of her closing the door knocked the object to the floor and there in the center of the black and white picture was a small shape barely discernable. The shape might have been difficult to identify but the picture itself was common. It was an ultra-sound photo taken today and proclaimed Olivia to be eight weeks pregnant. Pregnant with what she saw as the hope of both worlds. Her and Lincolns child would save them all. That much she was sure of.