A/N: This chapter is a little sad but needed to take the women where they need to go.

I sigh as I look through the apartment again. I am trying to find my paperwork from the hospital and my latest doctor visit but I can't. I remember seeing Alex clean up the other day and she had a handful of papers but I'm not sure if they are mine or if it was some of hers. If she said anything to me I don't remember it and I can't call her right now because she was called into an emergency meeting at work. The HR Department has called and asked that I fax them the information that I have so I can be set up on long-term disability.

"Fuck" I say out loud as I run my fingers through my hair. Why did they have to call when she was called away?

I stand in the middle of the hallway and take a deep breath to calm myself. Once I feel my heartbeat slow down I start to think about everything she did that day. She had cleaned the kitchen and stepped out with a handful of papers that was on the table. She stopped to talk to me and then she walked down the hallway to her office. Oh man the papers are in her office. I'm frustrated with myself even more now for not thinking about it to begin with.

I stop outside the closed door and debate whether or not to enter. I had never invaded her space before when she wasn't here and I don't want to start now. Desperate times calls for desperate measures and I have no choice but to enter her office and pray that the paperwork I need is in there.

I open the door slowly and step in as quietly as possible. As I scan the room I can't help but laugh as it reminds me of when I would clear a house. I think the only thing I didn't do in this scenario is reach for my weapon before entering the room. I hope this accident has toyed with my reaction and thought process of the job. Then again I am at home and have no reason to sneak around like I would on the job.

My eyes land on a stack of papers and I can only hope they are the ones I need. I make my way through her office and begin to go through the papers. There are the normal utility bills and credit card bills that everyone has. I see a few piece of papers with notes for a case she is or was working on along with a brief that is written out. As I move those out of the way I come across our divorce papers that are waiting to be signed.

I feel as if someone has reached into my chest and began squeezing my heart. I gasp for air as the room starts to spin and I reach for her chair to sit down before I pass out. This is the first time I have actually seen the divorce papers. We had discussed dissolving our marriage several times but I refused to be the one to file. I told her if she wanted it she would have to file it herself after all it was her fault we were discussing it.

I reach forward with shaking hands and pull the documents from the pile and began reading them. The first few papers is the normal legal jargon needed. I honestly believe that the first three papers of any legal document was designed to give the attorney the ability to charge triple. I flip the page to the distribution of assets and I almost drop the paperwork.

She had it written up to where she would buy out my portion of the apartment that we had bought together to the sum of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I was to receive what was in our joint savings account and the right to use her beach house, which had been in her family for generations, as often as I liked. What really caught my eye was the fact that I was to receive a monthly alimony check in the sum of a thousand dollars. An amount that was to be reevaluated every five years and increased if the cost of living had increased as well. She was in a sense giving me everything.

"Olivia"

I drop the papers and turn quickly only to grab my sides as pain shoots through me. I had been so intent on reading the divorce papers that I not heard her come home. I can't help but wonder how long had she been there. I look up at her as she walks toward me and I can see the pain swirling in her eyes.

"Why do you have the divorce papers?" She asks me as she squats down in front of me and picks them up off the ground. She flips through them before she hands them back to me. "Why are you going through them?"

I accept the papers as I glance from them to her and back. I am too shocked to really say anything till I hear the next set of words that come out of her mouth.

"Are you wanting to sign them?"

"What?" I ask as I jerk my head up and over to look at her.

"You are in the office, my office, going over the divorce papers." She says as she stands and tries to discretely wipe the tears from her eyes "I'm asking you if you want to sign them."

"No God No" I finally say as everything starts to seep in.

"Then I will ask again why do you have the divorce papers?"

"I was looking for the paperwork my doctor gave us for HR and I remembered you walking in here with a stack of papers. I was looking through the papers trying to find them when I came across our divorce papers. I had never asked you to let me see them so I was reading them."

"I destroyed you and your world when I cheated." She says in a soft voice. "It was only fair that I bought the apartment from you, because I knew you wouldn't want it, and paid you a monthly alimony check. You never gave me any input so I did what I thought was correct."

She takes them from my hands and flips through them herself. It is then that I can tell how upset she is by the shaking of her hands. She closes them quickly and I watch her chest shake as she takes a deep breath in. She is on the verge of breaking down but is trying her best to remain strong. I am about to open my mouth when she speaks and I feel my heart and existence shatter.

"I will admit that I do not want the divorce but I will not fight you if you still want it. At the very least I owe you that. If you want something changed I will have it changed but the monetary factors will remain the same. So you tell me what you want."

"I want to shred them." I tell her as I stand and close the gap between us "or burn them, I don't really care which one, but I don't want them here in this house any longer."

A sob escapes her throat as she completely breaks down and I wrap my arms around her. This moment shows me that we still have long way to go but holding her in my arms is a reminder that it will be a battle worth fighting.