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Olivia ripped her arm from Elliot's when they walked into his office. It was small, smaller than a cubicle, and the blinds were closed. Only the small gaps between strands let the sunlight pour through onto dark blue carpet. "It's not as big as your father's, but I can keep my eye on you in here." He huffed before walking around his desk.

"I've been trapped in smaller places." Olivia retorted before looking around at the bare walls and the dying plant in the corner. "I can't believe you left me for this."

Elliot glanced at her before returning his attention to his computer, seeing her eyes wandering other places. "If I could change it, I would. Just sit down, please. You're making me nervous."

Olivia smirked. "My standing has nothing to do with that, Stabler. You were nervous that whole first night we met." She picked up a frame off of his desk, losing all signs of amusement when she saw it was a picture of her and Elliot at their shared house in Queens, before the shit hit the fan with his promotion. "Why do you have this?"

"Believe what you may, but, despite my leaving, I didn't want to forget about you, even as much as I tried to." Elliot sighed before taking the frame from her and putting it face down on his desk. "I was in love with a ghost. Who knew that you were still out there being a ghost to other people as well? Angel of death."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "If you intended that to be an insult, it's not working." She sat down in the chair opposite him, letting her arms rest on the leather armrests. "What did you do when I died?"

Elliot looked up at her, biting the inside of his cheek. "I had a friend of mine give me a copy of the ME report. I nearly lost my job. I slept next to your headstone for a week before I could even get up the courage to go pack my things up from our house." He tapped his phone a few times before the last voicemail that Olivia had left him played from fifteen years ago. "I may have left you, but I left you because I loved you too much to see you get hurt."

"You still left me alone and pregnant." Olivia huffed.

Elliot stood up and grabbed her arms, lifting her out of the chair. "I wouldn't have left if you would've told me." He left go of her arms, slamming his hand against the wall behind her, caging her in. "That's all I wanted. You and a family of our own. I only took the job because the other person after the job would've turned this place into his own personal business operation. I didn't want the job. I had to take it."

"You're fucking lying." Olivia spat.

"I may be a lot of things, Liv. But, you know I'm not a liar." Elliot stated. "Yes, I know I left you. I know I left a life that should've been ours and two boys that shouldn't have to grow up with parents like us. I know that this job was not worth giving up you and everything that we could've been. I can't change what I did and neither can you. But, we both know that I have never lied to you, and I never would."

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. "You just leave. That's all you ever did."

Elliot pursed his lips together. "How can you be so infuriating? I haven't seen you or heard from you in fifteen years, and it makes me happy that you're alive, but when you talk like that it just makes me wanna-"

"Wanna what? Whatever you want to do just do it already. I'm a big girl, Stab-" Her words were cut short when his lips pressed against hers, almost trying to devour her. She felt her stomach drop before her arms wrapped around him.

Elliot grabbed her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist before pinning her against the wall. He was grabbing at any piece of flesh he could find on her, lost in the memories and the current moans she was releasing into his mouth. He pushed back her hair, pulling back slightly to take in her flushed face. "I've wanted to do that since I saw you come out of the supply closet."

Olivia pushed on his chest, letting her legs drop to the floor. "Let go of me." Before he could get a word in edgewise, she fled the small office.

Taylor pulled Olivia to his chest, burying his nose into her hair. "I still can't believe that you're alive. I went to your funeral. I went to your grave." He pulled back to look into her eyes. "Why?"

"It was a lot of things. You were in a coma that the doctors thought you wouldn't come out of. Elliot had just left me. I was on my own, pregnant with twins, and no way of getting money in order to take on that responsibility." Olivia explained, shoving her hands in her pockets. "I needed an out, and I got one. I never thought that you would wake up a few days after my 'death'."

Taylor kissed her forehead. "I wanted to die the moment I woke up. Elliot was there. He looked like he had been to hell and back. He was the one who told me that you had died." He stroked her hair. "I never thought that you would end up like this."

Olivia shook her head. "This isn't your fault, Daddy. I made my own choices based on my circumstances." She smiled when he rolled his eyes at her. "I really did. I wouldn't change anything. My boys are safe and healthy and smart. I have a job that takes me all over the world. I'm capable of doing a lot more than I was fifteen years ago."

"But, is it really what you wanted? If Elliot hadn't taken that job. If I had woken up a few days earlier." Taylor trailed off. "Is this still the life you would want over what you could've had?"

Olivia put a hand to her stomach, remembering the moment Elliot told her about his job. "That doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does." Taylor retorted. "We can make it happen, Liv. We can change."

Olivia ran a hand through her hair. "I'm dead to the world. My only identity remains with the agency I work for. I'm disposable. There isn't a way to go back." She turned to the white board filled with Lewis's pictures. "I'm only a pawn in this game."

Taylor grabbed her hand. "I can do whatever it takes to get you out."

"The only way I can get out is to disappear." Olivia sighed. "That means never contacting any of you, including my boys. My life may lack a regular human relationship, but I at least have my boys." She squeezed Taylor's hand. "Looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life is something I don't want to do."

"I don't want to live the rest of mine not seeing you." Taylor replied. "You are my daughter. I am not letting you disappear from the face of the Earth again."

Olivia sucked in a breath, hoping to hide the tears that threatened to spill over. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

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