He mumbles hello into the phone automatically, still basically asleep, eyes closed. After being on call basically 24 hours a day his entire career, it's second nature.

The honeyed, slightly tipsy voice on the other end of the line is a welcome change from his usual middle of the night callers.

"Hey Baby. Sorry to wake you up but I'm so lonely here without you. I got used to feeling your arms around me when I'm having trouble sleeping."

He blinks a few times; this is definitely new. He's not seeing anyone seriously at the moment, hasn't been sleeping in the same bed as someone else regularly for quite awhile.

He clears his throat, trying to gather enough brain power at 2am to correct the nice lady on the other end. She's clearly missing someone specific. But before he can say anything, she continues.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I know you are just trying to look out for me but I can take care of myself! I carry a gun for God's sake!"

Something about the voice is familiar, starting to break through the fog that is his sleep deprived brain. It's just as she starts in on what she wants him to say to relax her so she can fall asleep when he thinks to check the caller ID.

"Liv?!" he practically shouts and sits up suddenly, dropping the phone. Frantically trying to choose between hanging up immediately to bleach his brain and setting her straight first lest she hit redial and start all over again, he returns the phone to his ear.

Horrified rambling can be heard coming through the speaker. "Ohmygod Fin I'm so sorry I obviously have the wrong number, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to call you and say THAT. Please tell me you're talking in your sleep and will not remember this in the morning."

Fin sighs heavily. "Babygirl. Calm down. I will never speak of this again if you promise to double check who you're calling from now on."

Olivia replies meekly, "I promise."

"Good. Now call Barba- that's with a 'B', not a 'T', and bring me coffee and donuts for breakfast for a week."

Without waiting for a reply he hangs up and falls back into his pillows. After a few minutes he sighs again and reaches over to the side table for the TV remote.

"Why doesn't she just watch infomercials when she can't sleep like the rest of the world? Damn girl," he grumbles to himself, turning over and punching a pillow, settling in to learn about the newest fitness craze.