Lincoln stretched. It was time to go home. Looking at the time, and realizing it was later that he thought, Lincoln rushed home to get to his family. As he stepped through his front door he was met with what he could only describe as the pot of gold at the end of his rainbow. Faux-Livia lay sleeping on the couch with James on her chest and Carrie, Rachel, and John spread haphazardly across her legs. Smiling, he carefully lifted James up and gently woke Faux-Llivia.
"Hey Liv."
Mumbling Faux-Livia woke up. "Hey, how'd it go? Any new leads?"
"Ya I think so. Go on up to bed. I'll put the kids to bed."
Smiling Faux-Livia kissed her husband and took James upstairs. Very quietly, Lincoln got his kids into bed one by one without waking them and slipped off to his bedroom. Closing the door Lincoln sat down on their bed and removed his work clothes and snuggled next to his wife. Faux-Livia shut of the lights and got in closer.
"How'd it go?" Faux-Livia asked.
"Well I talked to Charlie. He says congratulations by the way. He suggest that I look into the enemies Olivia made when she lived on this side. I did some digging and the only person I came up with was a scientist called Brandon Fayette. He was the one who wanted to find out more about using cortexiphan. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow."
"Good. I've been so worried. Especially with Olivia and her baby in danger. I just want everybody home and safe."
Lincoln kissed his wife's forehead. "Me too."
He had seen his wife. Heald her. Talked to her. Now all that was gone. It was wishful thinking to think he could be with his wife after all this time and nothing would go wrong. Then everything went wrong. Now he sat in his cell worrying about Olivia. And their baby. Peter's mind was still reeling with the news. He and Olivia had talked about more kids. A whole tribe of Bishops, as he once called it. Words couldn't describe how he felt about having another child. Happy, excited, overcome with love. But now something was wrong. Even when Olivia was pregnant with Etta, she had never passed out and began to bleed. Let alone so profusely. Worry clouded his eyes making it hard to see so Peter lay back onto his bed.
Sharp pains rolled across her stomach in waves. Olivia was barely conscious of this. But she was conscious enough to know that something was wrong with her baby. She could hear people talking faintly nearby so she strained to hear if they were talking about her.
"She's bleeding too much. She could lose the baby." Olivia herd Brandon say.
"You promised me that no one would get hurt. By keeping her here you are breaking that promise. I won't have it."
"So Agent Mason what do you suggest that we do? Huh, we don't have the means to save her and the baby."
Agent Mason sighed. "I bring her in. Wait a few hours then leave her in the girls bathroom. Someone will find her."
"Fine." Brandon turned to leave. "But if they catch you, I'm not helping." WIth that Brandon left the room leaving Olivia plagued with fear over her and her baby's safety.
It was late but Lincoln had come back to the office because he forgot to sign some paperwork for the undercover operation starting tomorrow. In and out was what he told himself as he headed over to his office. A faint light from over by the restrooms caught Lincolns eye. Closing his office door, he headed over to light. A loud crashing rang out and Lincoln drew his gun. Raising it in front of him he yelled.
"Who's there? Come out or I will shoot."
Turning the corner with his gun cocked Lincoln looked for whoever had made that noise. After finding no threat Lincoln holstered his gun and sighed. It must be my lack of sleep, Lincoln thought. Just as Lincoln was about to turn away towards his office he noticed blood seeping under the door of the womens bathroom. Raising his gun again Lincoln entered the bathroom and was shocked to see a bound and unconscious Olivia bleeding out on the bathroom floor.