One week later, 15th June, 2 pm
Olivia says" Trevor I need to tell you something". They walk through the park enjoying the sunshine when they come to stand near a fence overlooking a children's play area. Olivia gazes across the play area as Trevor stands by her side, his body turned towards her.
Harry nods slightly and leans in closer, and as she gazes out over the beautiful New York City. Trevor opens his mouth to speak, but she beats him to it. "I can't do this any more, Trevor," she says. Her words cut through him like a knife and he moves his body slowly away from her; so slowly that she doesn't notice. "I'm handing in my notice and I'm quitting," she continues. "I'll work until my maternity leave and then I will be quitting".
He's completely lost for words. Olivia's leaving him. She turns to look at him and notices his serious expression for the first time, but she can't read his face. His eyes are closed off and it alarms her. "Trevor please, say something," she pleads, realising belatedly that she should have told him this at another time, not right after the funeral of his Dad.
"Well, Olivia," he replies in a steady, controlled voice. "There doesn't appear to be a lot for me to say. It seems you've made your decision."
"I don't want to live in this world any more Trevor I don't want to have to worry about any suspects or any violence that I will be involved in I dint want to bring our child up in that," she tries to explain. I don't want to have to hire a nanny so that I can work all hours of the day and night and miss so many moments of our child's life. I want a normal, simple life. Especially now that I will have someone waiting for me at home at the end of each day."
Trevor nods. He understands, of course he understands, but that doesn't make it any easier. He should have expected this, he tells himself. Only a career woman would give up staying with her child to work all hours of the day and night and put herself, and possibly her child, in harm's way in the process. Olivia is not a career woman she wants a family always has always will any one can see that a mile away. The fact that she's remained in her present position without seeking promotion for so long makes this perfectly obvious.
"I understand, Olivia" he murmurs. Before he can say a thing his phone rings. He fishes it out of this pocket and looks at the caller and answers when he does he says" yes Jack I will be right there." He ends the call and turns back to Olivia. "I have a meeting with Jack McCoy I need to go"
He turns to leave but her next words call him back. "Trevor wait there's something else."
He stops looks at her but she stammers and says" don't worry it can wait for another time or day".
Next day, 16th June, 11:30 pm
"Olivia?" he says as he shakes her shoulder.
"Mmmm?" she murmurs as she wakes.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, walking over and pouring himself a drink. He's going to need it.
"Oh, Trevor," she says, sitting up abruptly. "I wanted to talk to you, but you weren't in, and I didn't think you'd appreciate it if I waited for you on your doorstep."
"So you thought I'd prefer it if you broke into my house instead?" he asks a little harshly.
"Technically, it wasn't breaking in since I used the key that you gave me last week," she bristles. "Anyway, since you generally seem to take an interest in my well-being and it's cold at this time of night, I thought you wouldn't mind. Obviously, I was wrong."
He sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. "What do you want, Olivia? Couldn't it have waited until the morning?"
"No, Trevor. It couldn't. Yesterday, I said something that I realised might have given you the wrong impression and I wanted to set things straight, but you've been avoiding me." He doesn't deny it; he has been avoiding her. "I want to leave the-"
"Yes, I know, Olivia your quitting I know. You've already made it perfectly clear that you want to leave. Now, would you please go home and let me get some much needed rest?" he snaps.
"Trevor! Don't interrupt. Let me finish," she says reproachfully.
"I don't want to hear it again, Olivia. Once was enough," he whispers as he turns away from her.
She pretends she hasn't heard and says, "I want to leave with you."
His drink pauses on its way to his mouth and his heart skips a beat before it starts to hammer rapidly against his chest. Slowly he lowers the glass and turns to face her.
"I don't want to leave you, Trevor. I want to leave the job. That's not the same thing. I want a life with you and our child, together."
He's breathing heavily now with the strain of keeping himself together. The hope that had all but been extinguished yesterday is blossoming in his chest and he finds it hard to breathe. "Are you sure, Olivia?" he asks quietly after a moment. "Are you really sure?"
"Yes," she says simply. "I've always wanted a life with you, Trevor. I may not have known quite how to go about getting it, but I've always wanted you." She takes a few steps forwards and stops in front of him. Gently she takes the tumbler out of his hand and places it on the table before taking his hands in hers, looking up at his face again, and meeting his gaze with her own. "It wasn't regret, Trevor Panic and fear, yes, but I could never regret being with you, making love with you. If anything, I remember feeling disappointed that I had spent a night in your bed and couldn't remember it. I was scared we'd spoilt everything by moving too fast. But after some time, I realised that it was stupid to think that, and that what I really wanted and needed was more of you. But I do know what I want It's you. I love you Trevor".
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