She answers the door, and finds her partner standing on the other side. It's evening, and she looks at him questioningly, as he stands before her.

"What are you doing here?" she wonders.

"Can I come in?"

She nods, and steps aside. He steps in, closes the door.

"What's going on?"

"Olivia, I am sorry for the way I reacted to finding out about you, and Cassidy."

"You don't need to apologizes," she argues.

"Yeah, I do. I acted like a jerk, and I am sorry."

"I sense a but."

"But I am not really sure what you see in him."

"You don't have to be. I am with him, not you."

"You are my partner, and I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"That is understandable."

"I don't really care for the guy."

"I know that," Olivia admits.

"He just rubs me the wrong way."

"Did you really come here to talk about this?"

"Sort of," he admits.

"Sort of? What do you mean?"

"He doesn't seem like he's very straightforward."

"What is your point?"

"Olivia, there is something that you need to know about him."

"Nick, I know everything about him."

"Are you sure?"

"Why?"

"Because I am not entirely sure that you do."

"Give me an example."

"I don't know that I can."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Did you see him with another woman?"

"Not exactly."

"Did you hear a rumor about him?"

"No," Nick shakes his head.

"Then what?"

"Olivia I don't know how to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

"Last night I took my son to the movies."

"Ok, and?"

"When I was going in, Brian was coming out."

"It's a free country, he can go to the movies if he wants."

"Just hear me out," he insists.

"Ok."

"He wasn't alone."

"I thought that you just said..."

He cuts her off, "I stopped, and talked to him for a while."

"The two of you had a conversation? What could the two of you possibly have to talk about?"

"Well other than the obvious?"

"Other than me, what do the two of you have to talk about?"

"That's pretty much it."

"I am confused. What is it that you think that I don't know?"

"He was with a kid."

"Are you accusing him of something?" she raises her eyebrow.

"No. He introduced me."

"And?"

"It's his kid. He has a daughter."

"What's your point?"

"You don't seem surprised," he realizes.

She shakes her head, "I'm not."

"She's like thirteen," he points out.

"She's twelve, and Nick, I know. It isn't a secret. I know that he has a daughter."

"Why didn't you ever bring it up?"

"Because it was none of your business, and I didn't want to have this conversation with you."

"He didn't mention it, before."

"You spoke to him for all of three seconds. I don't know why it's relevant."

"I just assumed that you didn't know."

"You thought that I didn't know he had a kid?"

"I thought that he maybe he hadn't told you. The two of you haven't been together for that long."

"There is no conspiracy. I know about his daughter. It isn't a secret. It has never been a secret."

"Why didn't you mention it?"

"I am not having this conversation with you."

"Fine."

"Nick, now is really not a good time," she admits.

"Why, is prince charming on his way over?"

"Why do you dislike him, so much?"

"Because he seems dishonest to me."

"That isn't really your call."

"Plus, he has a kid."

"And, so that means that I can't date him?" she questions.

"It just means that he has baggage."

"Everyone has baggage. I have baggage, too."

"I just don't think that he is right with you. What do you see in him?"

"Nick, you should go," she insists looking at her watch.

"Why, do you have a hot date?"

"Maybe," she shrugs.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're trying to get rid of me?"

"Because I am."

"What are you hiding?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Liv..."

She shakes her head, "Nick, it's time for you to go."