He sits in his living room. He places the box on his coffee table, and lifts the lid off. He finds that the DVD's are in the box in chronological order. They are each neatly labeled with dates. He grabs the first DVD, and walks over to the TV. He inserts the DVD into the player, and grabs the remote controller. He returns to the couch, and has a seat.

September 29th, 1996-

Olivia lays on the couch, sound asleep, with the baby on her chest. He's wearing a blue sleeper, and matching cap. The back of his head is turned towards the camera. The camera moves, to the other side of the couch. He looks like an angel, with chubby cheeks. Olivia's eyes open.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"You're going to want to remember this moment," the voice behind the camera tells her.

"Mom, please, I don't feel like it. I look disgusting, and I'm exhausted."

"In a few years, you'll thank me that you have this."

"I doubt it," she argues, "When did you buy a camera, anyway?"

"It doesn't matter."

The camera zooms in on the baby sleeping on Olivia's chest.

It's after midnight, when she tiptoes into his room. She stops next to his bed. She waits in silence, to check and make sure that he's breathing. She knows that he thinks it's creepy, but one day when he has his own child that he'll understand. As she stands there, watching him sleep, she is reminded of a book she read to him, when he was younger. She smiles to herself, because she can't rock him back and fourth, back and fourth. The light from the hallway spills in through the crack on the door. It illuminates his face. She steps away from his bed, and leaves the room. She closes the door behind her, quietly. She grabs her keys, and leaves the apartment.

When she arrives at the precinct, she knows that it's a long shot. She enters the squad room, and finds that Munch is still there. He doesn't even look up from his desk. She moves quietly. She sneaks past him, to Cragen's office. She stops at his door. The light is still on, even though it's late. She doesn't knock, she just goes in. He is sitting at his desk, looking at a case file. She gently closes the door behind her. He looks up at her.

"Liv what are you doing here? It's late."

She takes a seat, across from him, "Captain I know that I have betrayed your trust. I just want to apologize."

"We all have things that we don't share."

"I should have shared."

"Olivia, what's on your mind?"

"There is something else that I need to tell you."

"What else could you possibly have to tell me? You have a husband, and a house in the suburbs, too?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Then, what?"

"It is about Ethan's father," she reveals.

"Ok, what about him?"

"I don't think that you're going to like who it is."

"Is he a criminal?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Then why would I care?"

"Let's just say, that hypothetically, he's on the other side of the law."

"Ok, let's say that. Now hypothetically, who is he?"

"You would be surprised."

"You seem to be full of surprises lately. Why don't you just tell me?"

"I don't think that it's my place," she insists.

"Not your place?"

"His father just found out that he existed. I think he should be the one to tell you, if he so chooses."

"Whoa! Slow down. Why did his father just find out about him?"

"I never told him."

"Why wouldn't you tell his own father? Olivia that is cold."

"I know that. I know how selfish I was. I was young, and I thought that I was doing the right thing. I didn't know that I was making a mistake."

"So, let me get this straight; Ethan's father just found out that he existed?"

"Yes," she confirms, "I just told him that he is Ethan's father."

"Who are you?"

"I know it makes you question everything you ever knew about me."

"If you have been lying to me, your son, and his father, for all of this time, what else have you been lying about? What else are you capable of."

"I was just trying to protect my son."

"From what?"

"All of the wrong things."

"How did his father react?"

"Better than I expected."

"I think you should go home. You and I will talk about this later, ok?"

She nods, in agreement.

The following day she's in autopsy. Melinda has finished going over her findings. Olivia sends her partner to get a cup of coffee, and stays behind to talk to Melinda.

"Do you need something, Olivia?" Melinda asks, coldly.

"Yeah, I need to talk to you," she admits.

"Go ahead."

"I am sorry."

"Let's talk in my office," Melinda tells her, ushering her to her office.

Melinda closes the door, behind them. She looks at Olivia in disbelief, and disgust.

"The other day, I had a young man walk into my office, and ask for a DNA test. Imagine my surprise when he said that you were his mother. I didn't believe him. How could someone that I have worked with, for so long possibly have a child, and me not know about it? I never thought you were that kind of person."

"It isn't that simple."

"Who was I going to tell?"

"It wasn't that I didn't trust you. No one knew."

"Olivia that makes it even worse. Everyone in the world knows that I have a kid. Normal people bring that fact up."

"I was trying to protect him."

"You were trying to protect him, or you were trying to protect yourself?"

"I honestly don't know, anymore. I have made so many mistakes, that I don't even know what I did right, anymore."