Hours later she wakes up, for what seems like the fifteenth time, in far fewer hours. She rolls over, onto her side, towards the door. She looks at the alarm clock, that sits on her nightstand. She groans, when it tells her the time, 7:48. She pulls back the covers, and sits up. She slides out of bed, and tosses the covers back over. She stretches, and makes her way over to the basinet, that is three feet from her bed. She peeks inside, and finds that it's empty.

She tiptoes down the hallway, into the second bedroom. The door is partially closed. She pushes it open. It's mostly dark. She goes over to the window, and pulls open the curtain, to let some light in. She quietly moves towards the bed. She stops, a couple of feet away. She backs away, in silence. She leaves the room, for a moment, and returns with the camera. She turns the flash off, and snaps a picture. She places the camera on the top of the dresser, that sits in front of the window.

She once again, heads towards the bed. She stands there, in silence. She watches, as Fin's chest rises, and falls in his sleep. The baby is curled up, on his chest. Her ear is pressed against his chest. There is a puddle of drool, on his t-shirt. His hands are wrapped around her, on the outside of her blanket.

She leaves the room. She goes into her bedroom. From there she heads to the closet. From the closet, she makes a beeline for the shower. Once she gets out of the shower, she dries her hair. She dresses in a t-shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. She looks at herself in the mirror.

Her hair is only half-dry. She doesn't wear any make-up. She looks pale, and tired. There are dark circles, under her eyes. She sighs in defeat. She brushes her hair into a pony tail, and moves on, from the bathroom mirror.

A few moments later she finds herself in the kitchen. She pours herself a bowl of cereal, and grabs a banana. She doesn't take a seat at the table. She just leans against the counter, as she eats. She just listens, to the silence of the apartment, in anticipation. She tosses her banana peel, in the garbage, and puts the bowl in the sink. She finds herself conflicted. Wait for the baby to cry? Or go in, and wake her up?

She tiptoes back down the hallway. She pushes the door open, again. She stands in the doorway. She looks in, expecting to find that Fin is still asleep. She finds him standing in front of the changing table. She stands in the doorway, in silence, just watching him.

He stares at the baby, on the changing table. She just looks up at him. He fastens the snaps, on the flowered onesie. He slips the tiny pair of lavender pants on her. He puts a pair of socks on her. He smiles at her.

"What do you think, Audrey? A hat, or a headband?" he holds both of them up, for her to see. She doesn't answer him. He continues. "Yellow ducky hat? I don't think it matches. Why don't we go with the pink headband? I know that I am probably not the best at this. That is why we got matching outfits, so I don't have to think. I can just get you dressed. Between you, and me... I am not very good, at picking out girly things. We should really leave that up, to someone else. Don't you think?" he slips the head band on her. He scoops her up, off the changing table. "So, what do you think? Should we go wake mom up, or should we let her sleep?"

"I'm awake," Olivia reveals her location.

Fin turns around, and finds Olivia standing in the doorway. "How long have you been standing there?" he wonders.

"A little while," she admits.

"Oh," he carries the baby over to her. "Here she is."

She slips the infant out of his arms. "Hi, little girl," she says, softly.

Audrey looks up at her.

"Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we should go to the store."

"For what?"

"I am not very good at this. You should be picking her stuff out. You know more about it, than I do."

"I don't know anything about babies," she admits.

"Ok, but you're a girl."

"And?"

"You have a daughter," he points out.

"I don't want to leave the house, with her."

"You're going to have to, eventually."

"Not at thirty hours old," she argues.

"Why don't you go, on your own?"

"You want me to leave her?"

"Leave her? I will watch her."

"I don't need to go anywhere. I don't need anything."

"You don't have anything," he argues, "except for a few outfits, a couple of blankets, and a few towels."

"Not right now."

"When? I'm going back to work, tomorrow."

She turns to him, with a panic-stricken look on her face.

"You can't do that," she argues.

"You'll be fine."

"I can't do this. I can't do this, on my own."

"Yes you can, and you have to, at some point."

"I can watch her, but who is going to watch me?"

"Calm down, you'll do fine."

"I'm not ready," she insists.

"What do you suggest? Are you going to come to work with me, and bring her along?"

"Of course not."

"Olivia, what do you want me to tell everyone? They are going to know something is up, when you're not at work," he points out.

"You don't have to tell them, anything."

"They're going to ask me questions."

"As far as they know we're at another precinct, working a case."

"Olivia, we were supposed to be gone for a few days. What do you think that they're going to say, when I come back, and you don't?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"You need to figure it out."

"Why?"

"You just had a baby."

"I know that."

"Who, you chose to keep. You're someone's mother now. You're probably going to be off work for the next six weeks. That is a lot of time. You're going to have to figure out how you feel about this. You're going to need help, and not from me. You need professional help. You're going to have to tell our colleagues. And, you're going to have to find someone, that you trust, to watch her, while you're at work."

"I'm not ready for this."

"Stop telling yourself that," he walks through the door, past her.

"Where are you going?" she calls after him.

"I am going to go home, and take a shower, and get some clean clothes."