It's nearly midnight. She's lying in her bed, wide awake. She tosses, and turns. She's almost asleep, when someone knocks on her door. She sighs, and reluctantly climbs out of bed. She grabs her gun, and quietly makes her way to the door. She looks out the peephole, and finds a familiar face. She lowers her weapon, and unlocks the door. She pulls it open. She looks at him, puzzled.

"What are you doing here? It's almost midnight."

"Like you were actually sleeping."

She steps aside, and lets him in. He closes the door, behind him.

"What are you doing here?" she repeats.

"I needed to tell you something."

"Fin, it's almost midnight. It couldn't wait until morning?"

"No."

"You couldn't have just called me?"

"Liv, I live across the hall, and four doors down."

"What is so important?"

"Where have you been all night?"

"I've been here."

"Alone?"

"What kind of a question is that? Are you interrogating me?"

"I need an answer."

"I have been alone, most of the night."

"There was someone here?" he raises his eyebrow.

"Melinda was here, for a while."

"Melinda? What was she doing here?"

Olivia places her weapon on the coffee table. She holds up her hand.

"What did you do?"

"I got in a fight," she lies.

"With who?"

"Not a who, a what."

"A, what? What did you get into a fight with?"

"The mirror."

"When was she here?"

"I called her about twenty after nine. She got here about nine thirty. She was here for a while. It was close to ten thirty, when she left."

"And after that?"

"I watched the news, and went to bed."

"Ok."

"What's with the third degree?"

"Sit down," he instructs.

"Fin, what is going on?"

"Liv, just trust me."

She takes a seat, on the couch. He takes a seat next to her.

"I am not the only one who is going to ask," he reveals.

"Why not?"

"I just got a phone call."

"From who?"

"A buddy of mine, in another precinct."

"So?"

"Bradley Harper was taken to the hospital, last night, for a GI bleed."

"He escaped?"

"Yeah, this planet," Fin answers.

"What do you mean?" her eyes widen.

"He died, in the hospital."

"From the GI bleed?"

"No," Fin shakes his head.

"From what?"

"His nurse went to lunch. When she came back, she went to check on him, and he was dead."

"People die, all of the time," Olivia points out.

"He was murdered. Tell me that you didn't do it," Fin begs.

She wears a serious look on her face, as she looks at him. Her dark brown eyes, look into his eyes.

"Are you really asking me that?"

"I'm only going to ask once."

"I didn't kill him. I didn't even know he was in the hospital."

"Ok. I believe you."

"I am not sorry that he's dead, but I didn't do it."

"I am sorry that I had to ask. You know that they're going to interrogate you, right?"

"I didn't leave the apartment, all night."

"You didn't do anything, but watch the news?"

"I checked my email, while I was watching the news."

"Liv, I hope that maybe, you can sleep, tonight."

"His death doesn't change what happened."

"He can never hurt you, again."

She looks away, "The damage is already done."

"I know."

"Was it quick?"

"No. The nurse was on lunch, for half an hour. She checked her five other patients, before she got to him. She only checked on him, because it was time for his IV fluid to be changed. He was tortured."

"Good."

"I should go. Get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day."

"I'll try."

"Do you want me to stay?" he wonders.

"I am a big girl."

"You're a cop, with a badge, and a gun, but that doesn't mean that you want to be alone," he reminds her.

"I'll be ok," she promises.

"Ok," he walks out the door. She locks it, behind him. She leaves her gun on the coffee table, and returns to her room. She crawls into bed, and pulls the covers over her head. She doesn't feel a sense of relief. She cries, until she falls asleep.

The morning begins with a six o'clock wake up call, from her captain. She rolls towards her ringing phone. She grabs it, and answers.

"Benson."

"You need to get in here."

"What's going on?"

"We've already cleared you. I assume Fin told you, what happened?"

"Yeah, and?"

"We want you to interrogate the suspect."

"That doesn't seem appropriate," she points out.

"You're the only one that he's going to talk to."

"Who?"

"Elliot."