Olivia arrived at Liberty Island early that morning just as the FBI team was packing up. She glanced up at the statue that was no longer lit, as the sun was just beginning to rise. Scoping out the area, she found Broyles and walked over to him.

"Agent Dunham."

"Sir." She noticed he looked more drained than usual.

"I have some good news, and some bad news." Olivia ran her fingers through her hair and shoved her hands in her pockets, not sure she wanted to hear it. "Good news is we've identified the problem, but unfortunately, the problem is the bad news." Agent Broyles motioned to a stretcher with an FBI agent with similar injuries to those of Liv. "The machine isn't responding properly and has activated a sort of protective shield around itself. We sent this agent in and ended up like this. We've contacted the fringe division on the other side and it's become clear that until we solve this problem, there will be no immediate contact with each other." Olivia put the pieces together in her head.

"Meaning…Olivia…"

"Yes, I'm afraid there will be no crossing over for Agent Dunham until we settle this issue. Because she does not exist over here, I've requested that she be put in protective custody at the bureau until further notice. It will be safe-"

"That won't be necessary, sir." Olivia interrupted. "I know what it's like to be trapped somewhere you cannot escape, and worse, at the bureau. If she wants, and it's okay with you, she may stay at my place." Broyles eyeballed her curiously, and then gave a nod of agreement.

"If that's what you want, I'll notify the bureau as to her whereabouts. I've contacted the hospital and she'll be released later this afternoon. I'll send a car to take her to your place."

"I can pick her up, it's no trouble." Broyles looked at her curiously.

"Why so eager to help someone I know you don't particularly like?" Olivia squirmed.

"Just doing my job, sir." Olivia gave a hesitant smile and Broyles nodded as he started towards his car. Olivia sighed and looked at her watch. She had plenty of time before she needed to pick Liv up at the hospital, so she decided that a rest would do her good. Not because she wanted to, but because she felt like she would pass out at any given moment.

"Right this way, miss. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?" The doctor led Olivia down the long corridor to Liv's room.

"Agent…uhh…Bishop." For some reason the only name that popped into her head was Walter's, but the young doctor bought it and proceeded to lead her to the room. Olivia wasn't sure how Liv was going to react to seeing her there, but she was sure that it would be an uncomfortable interaction.

"Wait, are you the agent who was at the scene with her this morning?" Olivia nodded. "You practically saved her life. Had you not put pressure on her wounds, she would have bled out. You're practically her life saver." Olivia smirked, and thought to herself how ironic it was that she had saved the life of the woman who had tried to kill her. "Now, Agent Dunham has been heavily drugged, and I suggest that she rests." Heavily drugged, huh? Olivia thought to herself. This should be good. "I'll be back with a wheelchair." And the doctor left. Olivia looked over Liv's body. She had some stitches here and there, but other than that, she looked just fine. She walked over to her, expecting her to be asleep, but found that Liv was staring out the window. Olivia went to touch her shoulder when Liv sighed.

"You know, the sky's a lot darker where I live." Liv rolled over to look Olivia right in the eyes. Olivia noticed she had the most gorgeous green eyes, unlike hers which were a more faded green. Or maybe it was because Liv's eyes had so much more life in them, the way they danced in the light. "I think...I think…" Liv sighed. Heavily drugged alright, Olivia thought with a smirk.

"Alright, let's get you into this wheelchair here Agent Dunham." The doctor helped her out of the hospital bed and into the chair. Olivia thanked the doctor and rolled Liv out to her car, where she proceeded to help her into the passenger seat. Olivia hopped into the driver's seat, only to find Liv examining herself in the rear view mirror.

"Oh my god!" Olivia glanced over at Liv as she started the engine.

"What's wrong?"

"You and me, we look exactly the same!" Olivia let out a light chuckle as Liv sat back in her seat. "The only thing is, my hair, is not like your hair. Have I been cloned?" Liv looked frantic and Olivia couldn't help but smile.

"You're fine. We'll be home soon." Liv sighed and her eyes began to get heavy, eventually falling asleep. Olivia was worried then, not sure as to how she was going to remove her from the car. As she pulled up in front of her apartment, she attempted to wake Liv up. "Olivia? Olivia! Wake up! We're home! Olivia?" It was no use, so Olivia glanced up at her apartment. It wasn't that far, she thought to herself. She unbuckled Liv and grabbed her at the waist, hoisting her onto her shoulder. Closing the door with her foot, she proceeded into the building and up to her apartment. After fumbling for her keys, she managed to get the door open and over to the sofa to lay Liv down. Only then did she manage to wake up.

"What's going on?" Olivia huffed.

"So, after I carry you up here, you finally decide to wake up? I have a feeling you're going to make my life very difficult." Liv rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Oh, don't say that. I'm a pleasure." She lay down on the sofa and drifted off again. Olivia looked over at her, peaceful as she was, and stuck her tongue out at her as if she was six years old again. It was just about supper time, but Olivia wasn't hungry, and decided to get some rest seeing as neither of them had the energy to do anything else. She'd get her settled in the morning. Before closing the door to her bedroom, Olivia noticed Liv shiver. Feeling bad for her, she went into the hall closet and got out a blanket. She draped it over Liv's unconscious body and went back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.