"So you pull up and he's just sitting on your steps." Olivia asked parking her car. She frowned when Diane nodded. "That's a nice way to ditch the ballistic guy."

"It's no like I invited him." Diane sighed. "But maybe it's for the best." She took off her seatbelt and leaned back in the seat. "Kurt is Rhiannon's father. Nothing should happen there."

"Hmmm." Olivia nodded. "On one side you have a guy who made you laugh. Lives out of town so he won't be around to constantly annoy you. Is a gentleman. Has a daughter who already like you. Has a dead wife, so she can't nag him." She held up her right hand. "On the other hand, we have your ex fiance, who you broke up with for a reason, who sits on your porch in the middle of the night. Who has an ex wife accusing him of murder." She shook her head. "Tough call."

"You don't even know Kurt. I don't even know him. And it wasn't that long ago you were trying to give me Douglas' number."

"That was when I thought he was just a rich guy looking for a condo. I didn't know he was a borderline stalker."

"He said he wasn't stalking me."

Olivia let out a laugh. "When you have to actually tell someone you're not stalking them, you have a problem. I bet the ballistics guy would never need to tell you he wasn't stalking you."

"And what are you basing that on?"

"Just a hunch." Olivia said tilting her head studying Diane's face. "If Kurt had invited you for dinner would you have dragged me along with you?"

Diane pursed her lips slightly. "No." She sighed.

"And here we are, sitting in a parking lot to gear up for dinner with Dr. Stalker. And I'm tagging along because you're a big chicken."

"I'm not a chicken." Diane said running her hand along her skirt. "At least not because I think he's a stalker. What are you suppose to talk about with someone you haven't seen in thirty years?"

"What you've been up to the last thirty years." Olivia shrugged. "That should get you at least to dessert."

"He's going to want to talk about back then." Diane sighed. "Let's go."

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"Oh. Olivia." Douglas said not hiding his disappointment. "You came too."

"Yeah. Nothing I love more than talking about college. While I eat steak." Olivia smiled. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Hi." Diane smiled at Douglas, nudging her best friend slightly. "I invited James too, but he had some school thing to do."

"Maybe next time." Douglas said with a forced smile. "Shall we?"

As the trio approached the restaurant, Kurt exited the building, his posture changing when he saw Diane.

"Hello Kurt." Diane smiled.

"Kurt?" Olivia said perking up. She glanced back at Diane nodding her approval. "I'm Olivia. The best friend. It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Your daughter is." She smirked. "A treat."

"Yeah." Kurt laughed. "Nice to meet you." He looked over at Douglas and held out his hand. "Kurt McVeigh."

"Dr. Bates." Douglas smiled, putting hiss arm around Diane, his hand resting on her hip. "We should really get to dinner."

"Of course." Kurt nodded, Douglas' hand not going unnoticed. "Don't let me hold you up."

"I'll meet you inside." Diane said smacking Douglas' hand.

"Come on." Olivia said looping her arm in Douglas' "Tell me how goes the condo search. Tiffany is a sweet girl, but she lacks that good eye."

"Kurt." Diane said sprinting slightly to catch up to him. "He's just an old, uh, friend."

Kurt smiled. "You don't need to explain anything to me."

"Well he was on my front steps last night, And now I'm here. With him. I'm not, I mean we're not. I made him leave. " Diane said wondering why she was suddenly incapable of speaking in complete sentences. "I'm not sure why he was on my steps last night. I mean, I can guess."

"Breakfast." Kurt said and she sighed, grateful he made her stop talking.

"What?"

"Have breakfast with me." Kurt said. He suddenly shook his head. "That sounds like a horrible pick up line. I'm going back to my place tomorrow. And you obviously already have dinner plans."

"Um. Okay. Yes." Diane smiled.

"Okay." Kurt nodded. "I'll pick you up at 10."

"Is everything okay?" Olivia asked as Diane said down next to her.

"Fine." Diane nodded. "I just had to talk to him about a case." She lied looked at the wine in front of her with a frown. "You got red?"

"Told you so." Olivia grinned.

"Oh, you drink white now?"

"It's fine." Diane shrugged. "I drink both."

An awkward silence fell over the table as everyone looked at their menus. "So." Douglas said finally. "Are you still in touch with anyone from school?"

"Not really." Diane said sipping her wine. "Mostly just Olivia. And my brother obviously. What about you?"

"No, no. I moved to Seattle after I graduated. I lost touch with most people. Got married. Had a son. Got divorced. Got prompted and transferred back to Chicago about six years ago." She shrugged and smiled at Diane. "What about you?"

"Me?" Diane said taking a bigger sip of her wine. "I stayed in Chicago. Will and I started our firm about nine years ago."

"And you never got married. Did you come close again?"

"I'm on my fifth husband." Olivia interjected. "I really like him. I think he'll probably be my last one."

"Any kids?" Douglas asked, though his eyes never left Diane.

"Husband number three." Olivia winked. "And number two has a daughter, but she hated me."

1976

"I have never been so bored in my entire life." Olivia sighed. "You owe me."

"I do not." Diane laughed. "I've gone on a million dates with you. You owe me."

"But you have fun when you come out with me. I date interesting people. I'm bored. He doesn't like me. He only wants to talk to you, I'm just in the way. Twenty minutes tops . Then I'm leaving. Give me a signal if you want to leave you here."

"What kind of signal?"

"I don't know." Olivia said tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Dessert. If you want me to leave you here get cheesecake. If you order chocolate cake we'll leave together."

"I'm sorry." Douglas said sitting down at the table. "I think that is the first time I've ever seen a line for the men's room. I don't know how you ladies do it." He picked up his menu. "Should we get dessert."

"Sure." Diane smiled looking at Olivia. "I'll have cheesecake."

"Good lord." Olivia said rolling her eyes as Diane shot her an angry look. "I mean, look at the time. I have so much work to do. I better get going. Can you drive Diane him?"

Douglas nodded. "Of course."

Present Day

"I'm stuffed." Olivia said pushing away her plate.

"Well you got the biggest steak on the menu." Diane laughed.

"Because I'm not paying." Olivia winked.

"Do you don't want dessert?" Douglas asked picking up a menu.

"Well, I didn't say that."

"Why don't we split some chocolate cake." Diane asked.

"Oh thank god." Olivia sighed leaning back in her chair. She caught the questioning look from Douglas and smiled. "I just mean she's so skinny. I hate when she skips dessert. Such a cliche when the curvy one gets cake."

"Oh." Douglas nodded. "Sure." He looked down at the menu. "They don't have chocolate cake. They have chocolate cheesecake though."

"No!" Olivia and Diane said in unison.

"We had a bad experience with cheesecake once." Diane explained with a slight smile.

"It's probably for the best." Olivia said. "I'm stuffed. I should go home and slip into a food coma."

"She's my ride ohm." Diane shrugged. "I should go too."

"I can drive you home." Douglas said. "Stay, have a drink."

"I have a meeting in the morning. And you're staying here. No point you leaving and coming back."

"Agreed." Olivia smiled standing up. She quickly grabbed her purse and coat. "It was just so lovely catching up." She said grabbing Diane's hand urging her away from the table. "Call me if Tiffany can't find you a place."