"You know, I ran that DNA test half a dozen times, hoping that I was wrong."
"I am sorry that you got caught in the middle of this."
"I shouldn't have. You should have told the truth in the first place."
"I know that."
"Then what stopped you?"
"My son is my world. It wasn't as if I planned him. His conception was a complete accident. Having him changed my life."
"It turned you into a liar?"
"It wasn't as if there was a relationship. It was a bad decision that I made while I was undercover, with a married man."
"Fin is his father?"
"Yes, I know."
"What makes you think that it is ok to hide the fact that you have a child, from your co-workers for sixteen years?"
"I know that it wasn't ok."
"But, Olivia, you didn't even tell the boy's father. You didn't even tell your son who his father was. What kind of a person does that?"
"I said that I made a mistake."
"How do you think I felt, when I told Fin, and I realized that he had no idea that was his son?"
"Like I said, I am sorry that you got stuck in the middle of this."
"I am not the one that you need to be apologizing to."
"Why don't I buy your dinner, to make it up to you?"
"It's going to take more than dinner."
"How about dinner, and a basketball game? You can formally meet my son."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You have earned that right."
"How did you end up with Fin?"
"I wasn't with him. It wasn't a relationship. We were undercover as a married couple, and we both had some poor judgment."
"There was alcohol involved?"
"Lots of it," she admits, "I was young, and my judgment was clouded."
"From my perspective, it still is. You need to apologize to Fin, and your son, and frankly the entire department, don't you think?"
She's sitting on the couch, later that evening, when someone knocks on the door. She pulls the door open, without checking the peephole, knowing exactly who it is. He steps inside. She closes the door behind him.
"I got your message," he tells her, "What's up?"
"We need to talk," she tells him.
"Where's Ethan?"
"He is staying at a friend's house," she reveals.
"I am not sure that I have anything more to say to you," he admits.
"I have more that I need to say to you."
"You said it all, didn't you?"
"Fin I know that no matter how many times I apologize that it is never going to be enough. I know that I made a mistake. I was wrong. I didn't know that you would react the way that you did. I had no way of knowing that you would want to be in his life."
"You should have told me."
"Fin I don't think you understand."
"What is there to understand?"
"I didn't do it, for me. I did it for him."
"You denied him the chance to know his father, for sixteen years, for him?" he raises an eyebrow.
"I didn't want him to feel responsible."
"For what?"
"If your marriage didn't work out. I didn't want him to ever think, for a single second that his existence was to blame for tearing your family apart. Even if it wasn't true, he would have been far to young to understand that. I didn't want him to carry that around with him, for his entire life. And I didn't want someone to come in, and out of his life. I didn't want him to be disappointed."
"Olivia, you still should have told me."
"I know that. I know that I made a huge mistake. I can't take it back. I have to live with that, for the rest of my life. I don't know if my son will ever forgive me. I don't know if I can forgive me. I just want you to know, that no matter how misguided my reasons were, I was trying to do the right thing."
He looks her in the eyes, "Olivia I know that. I know that you were doing what you thought was best for him. I know he is your entire world, and that you didn't want him to get hurt. You still could have told me."
"You're telling me that if I had come to you, back then, and told you that I was pregnant, with your son, you wouldn't have been angry?"
He studies her facial expression. He pauses, to contemplate his answer.
"Are you honestly telling me that you wouldn't have placed some blame on me, or on Ethan, for the divorce?"
He shakes his head, "The divorce was my fault. No one wants to be married to someone who always shuts them out. My marriage was over, before you and I ever went undercover. It wasn't about trust. It was about being there. I wasn't there for them like I should have been."
"And you think that sixteen years ago, you would have been able to have the epiphany that your child should have come first?"
He shrugs, "I don't know."
"Can we just move forward? I am so tired of being hung up on the past. Everyone makes mistakes, and I know that I am no saint. I did a lot of stupid things. I don't want to lose you, as a friend, because I was wrong."
"I am not going anywhere. I might be pissed at you, but it doesn't change the fact that I think you're one hell of a detective. And even though I don't agree with all of the choices that you made, you're a good mother. Our son is respectful, and kind. He's intelligent, and courteous. He's an amazing kid, and I can't take credit for any of that. You were the one who raised him."
"He is pretty incredible."
"Thank you, for him. Thank you for teaching him how to be a decent human being, and a good man."
"I didn't know what I was doing," she admits.
He smiles at her, "But you figured it out."
"What choice did I have? That boy is my life."
"I know."
"You want to stay a while? I can get you a beer?"
"Yeah, ok."