Fin knew that Elliot was upset when he came towards him. "What's up man" he questioned, figuring a case had gotten him worked up. In response, Elliot gestured him to his own desk. He unpaused the video and Fin watched, more than a little confused. But he understood when he saw Olivia. "What are you doing to do" he asked Elliot, knowing that he probably already had a plan. Elliot sat down and put his face in his hands. "I really don't know. I would like to fly out to Oregon, but I can't leave everything here, even if I want to. Elliot called Olivia's cell again, knowing that it was useless. Suddenly, his phone rang. Elliot picked it up, not recognizing the number. "El" he heard someone say. "Olivia!" Where are you? We're all worried sick about you!
Olivia's voice seemed different, low and raspy. "I'm in a hallway at the hospital. As soon as I'm a little better, I'm going to get arrested. My case worker won't call me…" "Hold up Liv" Elliot interrupted. How badly are you hurt? Olivia sighed and answered," a few broken ribs, punctured lung, broken collarbone. Plus my throat got hit so I can barely talk." Elliot was enraged. That was yesterday! Why aren't you in bed? And who is your caseworker? Olivia knew that she couldn't get out of this one. It's Dean Porter" she said, knowing that Elliot would most likely flip out. Elliot wanted to, but he tried to stay calm. He hated Dean Porter with a passion.
"Olivia, go back to your room. You shouldn't be moving around with all the injuries you have. I'll call the FBI and talk to Dean Porter." "No!" Olivia's voice was suddenly shrill. "They can't know I…" her voice trailed off as Elliot heard another.
Miss Persephone, what are you doing? The voice didn't sound like a caring doctor, ready to help her back to her room. You're next to be questioned" he told her. "Come with me, now."
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Olivia allowed herself to be lead back, forming a plan. Her entire chest was aching, but she ignored it as she was lead into a bare room. The man who was to question her asked her question after question, but she refused to answer. "We know that you know a lot of things that this group is planning. If you don't tell us, you could go to jail for a very, very, long time. Understand? Olivia looked the other way.
After a few hours and a promise that "this wasn't finished" she was led back to her room. She only pretended to take the pain pills that would make her sleepy. When it got dark, she pulled on street clothes, wincing as she pulled the shirt over her chest. She left the room quietly, knowing that her guard always fell asleep on the job. Getting out of the hospital was hard, but before she knew it she was calling for a cab on the street. She would catch the first flight in the airport back to New York.
