Hours later she has fallen asleep on the couch after a highly depressing shopping trip. Someone knocking on the door jolts her back into reality. She wipes the drool from her face as she vacates her seat on the couch. She opens the door, and finds her son holding a gigantic stuffed lizard while grinning from ear to ear.

"Wow! It looks like you had a great time."

"It was the best. Fin took me to an old school arcade. We had such a good time. We won so many tickets that I got this crazy big lizard. He let me have root beer, and cotton candy. Best day ever!" He races past her towards his room.

She motions for Fin to follow the young lad into the apartment. She shoots him a look.

"Here I thought that I could count on you to be bad cop."

He grins like a schoolboy, "We really did have a great time. I taught him how to play skee ball. He legitimately beat me at pool, which tells me that you have taught him how to hustle people. I am happy to see that you are teaching the boy some valuable skills. I know that you said not to give him too much sugar, but he had to have something to balance out the huge ass pizza we ate."

"I am going to kill you," she shoots daggers at him with her eyes.

He chuckles, "For what? Sugaring your son up? Or for your pants not fitting?"

She shrugs, "At this point, I'm not sure I need much provocation."

"How was your adventure?"

"Far from exciting. Everything was overpriced. Nothing fit the way that I wanted it to. I flashed back to being teenager trying on clothes. It was horrible."

"How was your nap? It looks like some of your hair is still stuck to your face."

She scowls, as she pushes the strands of hair from her cheek, "It was the only thing that salvaged the day."

"I have an important announcement to make," he jests.

"You're too old to hang out with an eight year old all afternoon?"

"I can no longer beat the high score at pinball."

"I didn't know that was a special skill of yours," she admits.

"I was pretty disappointed. Noah even noticed. I'll tell you though, that is one fine man that you're raising there. He saw how bummed out I was, and he bought me a pack of Twizzlers for my sorrows."

"Thanks for taking him. You have no idea how much I appreciate it."

"I don't mind at all. I know that it isn't typically my thing, but it really did take me back. For a second I almost felt like a young buck. You know, until I strained my shoulder playing skee ball."

She can't help but laugh at him, "Did you let him win?"

"Nah. I crushed him, but he totally thought it was hysterical. On another note don't be too harsh on him if he is practicing his trash talk."

"Fin! We don't trash talk."

"I talked to him about the appropriate time to trash talk someone. I am going to go out on a limb here, because I have a feeling that the next time the two of you play battleship there is going to be some healthy conversation."

"He beats me every single time."

"You let an eight year old beat you at battleship? That is pathetic. Do you let him win?"

"Hardly. He takes it so seriously. He sets up a perimeter around his board with folders so that I can't see the location of his ships."

"He's probably just moving them partway through the game. That is what I would do. On that note, I should really get going. I know you probably have to iron a crease in your pants, or something."

"Promise me you won't judge me if I show up in sweatpants tomorrow."

"I keep a pair in my locker in case of emergency. Text me on your way in tomorrow, and I'll back you up. I'll make up some time honored NYPD tradition no one has ever heard of, and just roll with it. You know, some OG shit."

Olivia feels like a teenaged girl on her first day of high school as she enters the precinct. Her precinct. She does her best to shove the she apprehension away. The movement from inside her abdominal region does nothing to mollify her anxiety. The heel of her boot clicks against the tile floor as she practically sprints to her office.

Inside the hallowed walls of her office she sheds her jacket. Hidden safely behind a layer of blinds she digs deep for the courage to face her squad. Her soul searching is rudely interrupted by a knock on her door.

"I'm on my way out."

"Aye, aye, Captain," a familiar voice responds from the other side.

She throws caution to the wind as she pulls her door open. Within a few seconds she is standing at the end of Fin's desk. He looks up at her, and grins. She wears a pair of charcoal slacks, and a long sleeved navy blue blouse that is not loose enough to conceal her condition. He offers her stack of files.

"Nice look, Captain."