It's just after eight o'clock. She's just gotten out of the shower. She doesn't bother to dry her hair, even though Amanda has packed a hair dryer, for her. She just pulls it up into a pony tail. She stands in the bathroom, looking in the mirror.

In the other room, Fin waits, anxiously, for her to leave the bathroom. He looks at the clock, timing her. The knock on the door gets his attention. He gets out of his recliner. He stops at the door, and looks out the peephole. He pulls the door open, after unlocking it.

"Come in," he motions.

She steps into the apartment, he closes the door, behind her.

"How is she?"

He shrugs, "You should talk to her."

"Last I heard, she wasn't seeing anyone."

"I'm not going to give her a choice. Have a seat," he points to the couch, "I'll be right back."

He makes his way to the bathroom door. He sighs, in relief that he has a reason to interrupt her ritual. He knocks on the bathroom door.

"Olivia?"

"What?" she calls out, from inside.

"I need you to come out here."

"I'm almost done," she tells him.

"You've been in there for an hour, you're done. Come out here."

She pulls open the door, in anger.

"Leave me alone!"

"Olivia, there is someone here to see you."

"I told you, I don't want to see anyone."

"Too bad," he growls, "Get out there."

She stomps out of the bathroom. She pushes past him, and comes into the living room. She freezes, when she sees who's sitting on the couch.

"Casey? What are you doing here?"

Casey looks up. She tries not to focus on Olivia's injuries. She looks her in the eye.

"I wanted to talk to you," she admits.

"Ok," she relents, taking a seat on the couch.

"I assume that Fin told you what happened?"

"Yes," Olivia nods.

"Alex will be the one prosecuting him."

"I figured."

"I know that this is going to be the hardest thing you've ever done. I know that it won't be easy to sit on the stand, and give testimony, when you know most of the faces, in the court room. I can't even imagine what that would be like, having to face him again."

"Why are you here? You know that even if I didn't want to, I would testify."

"He isn't going to get away with this."

"I know that."

"We have a rock solid case."

"Why are you here?" Olivia asks, again.

"I was worried about you."

"Don't be."

"And, there is something that I wanted to tell you," Casey admits.

"What?" Olivia doesn't make eye contact.

"Thank you."

Olivia looks up, "For what?"

"Saving my life."

"I wasn't there," she reminds her.

"I wouldn't have hit him, if it wasn't for you."

"He wouldn't have been in your apartment, if it wasn't for me."

"He is to blame," Casey points out.

"I know that."

"And, I want you to know, that they had to remove part of his lung, he is currently on mechanical ventilation."

"Is he going to be able to stand trial?" Olivia wonders.

"I spoke to his physician this morning. They only removed a part of his lung. They assured me that he would be weaned off the ventilator, soon."

"And if it's unsuccessful?"

"He might die. Even if he doesn't come off the ventilator, he will be able to stand trial."

"How?"

"His cognitive abilities are intact."

"You shouldn't have come," Olivia tells her.

"I had to."

"And, you should have shot him in the heart," she adds.

"I didn't want to kill him."

Olivia looks up at Fin, "See, I told you she didn't miss. She wants to take him to trial."

"Olivia, you know that Alex is going to want to go over your testimony," Casey reminds her.

"I know," she nods.

Fin enters the conversation, "Liv you've got to stop hiding out."

"You know the police commissioner has allowed Elliot to come back, for this case," Casey reveals.

"Isn't he concerned that it will affect the trial?" Fin queries.

"He is there only as a consultant. He can't arrest anyone, or interrogate anyone, on his own."

Casey's cell phone rings. She grabs it out of her pocket, and pulls it to her ear.

"Novak," she answers. She listens for several moments and then continues, "Thank you." She hangs up.

"They took him off the vent. He is awake, and his physician says that he can be interviewed," Casey reveals.

"Fin, you should go," Olivia suggests.

"What will you do?"

"I'll be ok. Casey can take me to talk to Alex," she answers.

"Are you sure?" Fin double-checks.

"Yeah," she nods.

"Ok," he grabs his gun, and badge.

Casey, and Olivia follow him out. Olivia watches him, as he pulls out of his parking spot, with his lights on. She climbs into the car, with Casey.

"We don't have to go see Alex, right now," Casey offers.

"What else are we going to do?"

"We could get a bite to eat."

"No," Olivia shakes her head.

"Casey, look at me."

Casey turns her attention to her passenger. Olivia is dressed more causally than usual. She wears a pair of jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back, and she doesn't wear any make-up. For good reason. There was no amount of make up that was going to hide the deep purple color around her eye. There was no hair style that was going to cover up the stitches in the back of her head. There wasn't enough lip gloss in the world to cover her busted, swollen lip.

"Would you want to go to lunch, looking like this?"

Casey doesn't answer.