Liv POV

"Olivia, why do you need a lawyer?"

His voice was soft and gentle, making me feel like I wouldn't be judged or ridiculed. Most of all, it make me feel like I could trust him, but I still wasn't one-hundred percent sure. My chest began heaving and I felt myself start to hyperventilate and have a panic attack. I had become used to these episodes during the last few months, but never had anyone to help me through them.

I felt him move away from me as the air grew thicker and more difficult to inhale. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to do the breathing techniques I had read on the internet, but I couldn't focus. A second later, I felt something cool on the back of my neck and cool water droplets dripped down my shoulders. He grabbed a hold of one of my hands and pried my fingers apart before a glass of cold water was placed in my hand and with his hand still covering mine. I took a long gulp of the cold drink and continued when he encouraged me to take another. It wasn't till I finished the water and opened my eyes that my brain registered his large hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"Olivia, you can trust me."

I refused to look at him, and kept my eyes averted to my lap. I could trust him not to do anything to me while I slept in his home. I could trust him to not demand complete answers and explanations from a stranger he let into his home. But could I trust him to not call the cops when he found out I was considered a fugitive?

Olivia stood holding the gun directly in front of her, aiming it at the target on the wall. Her arms were tired and Olivia knew she wouldn't be able to hold it up for much longer, but the man behind her made her afraid to drop her arms.

It had been two months since her father died and as promised- or threatened- Olivia had become a "member" of the organization. Her work days were no longer spent as a Child Life Specialist working with cancer-ridden children. They were spent in a warehouse parking lot waiting for a random person to load something in the trunk. Or parked on the side of a building as a heist took place and her role was to watch for cops and be the car that actually drove away with the money. She drove the real target while the cops would follow the decoy. Realistically no one would expect the getaway car to be driven by a single woman singing loudly with the windows down as if it was a typical day.

Her cover was always kept, and after ten successful "rides" – as they called them- Russell told her she needed to "upgrade" her status.

"Keep holding it till I say drop it."

It had been a solid five minutes and her arms were visibly shaking. Tears filled her eyes, but Olivia refused to let them fall, especially while he was watching.

"Why am I doing this?" Olivia spoke, unable to stop her voice from cracking. "What's the point?"

"The point is to break you. When you're standing watch at the backdoor of tonight's hit, you'll be holding this gun up for as long as it takes. And if anyone comes through the door, you're going to use the gun."

"I won't" she responded disobediently.

"You will"

"I'm not shooting any gun."

"Okay" Russell walked towards the door and beckoned whoever was on the other side simply by gesturing with the crook of his finger.

Olivia turned her head at the footsteps she heard and her eyes shifted between Russell and a janitor named Nathaniel he had brought in. Nathaniel had worked for Olivia's father cleaning any and everything in the building for as long as she could remember. Olivia adored him, and somehow Russell knew that. He was always so kind to her and was a hard worker, providing for his family no matter what the cost.

"What are you go…"

Before Olivia could finish her sentence Russell's hand was on Nathaniel's shoulder, pushing him to his knees and a gun was pulled from behind his back and aimed at the man's head.

"STOP! You don't have to do that"

"Oh, but I do. You see Olivia, you're not a good listener. You need an incentive and it looks like I need to give you one. Each time I say shoot and you refuse, I'm gonna shoot him. Who knows where I'll start. Maybe his foot, maybe his arm? Hell maybe you'll realize I don't like to be disobeyed and I'll give you once chance before I blow his fucking brains out! You have a choice Olivia, but the choice you have is to not have a choice at all. SHOOT!"

Olivia jumped at his loud voice and began to shake even harder pleading with her eyes for him to stop.

"I said shoot, Olivia!"

She wanted to call his bluff but the second she heard him click the safety off, she closed her eyes and squeezed the trigger.

Olivia felt the gun go off and hated the way it jolted her back just a little.

"See, that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Olivia turned to face him with tear-stained cheeks, expecting him to let Nathaniel go, but he had other plans.

"I'm going to break you, Olivia."

His voice was menacing and he smiled evilly before placing his gun on the back of Nathaniel's head.

"Shoot"

Olivia didn't hesitate this time and repeated her actions.

"Shoot"

Again.

"Eyes open! Shoot!"

Again.

"I said open your damn eyes, Olivia! Now Shoot!"

Olivia opened her eyes and allowed the tears to spill roughly down her cheeks as he continued to shout at her and she obeyed, emptying the clip. Before she could take another breath, Russell grabbed the gun from her before switching out clips and roughly shoving it into her hands and telling her to keep shooting.

By the time Olivia had gone through four full clips, she was on her knees sobbing as her hands became bruised from holding the gun tightly and pulling the trigger non-stop.

When the final clip was empty, Russell- who had already dismissed Nathaniel- kneeled down behind Olivia and lifted her face to look at him. His face showed happiness and it made Olivia' stomach churn with disgust, wanting to vomit.

"When I speak Olivia, you obey. We WILL see you tonight."

Olivia became numb after that night. She hadn't shot anyone, but that was because she had frozen when a security guard tried to stop them. He was killed by Jake and when her failure was reported back to Russell, she had been punished. Each time Olivia refused to shoot a guard or anyone, that interfered, Nathaniel would be beaten. She had no clue why they hadn't beat her, but she guessed they knew she would rather them hurt her than Nathaniel and they had a better chance of getting her to cooperate by hurting him. It had only happened, but both times Russell was sure to have two men hold both Olivia and Nathaniel up- making sure Olivia watched every time he'd hit the wailing man. It never took long for Olivia to break down, promising and swearing to do better next time.

Olivia left "work" every day for the next month and a half grateful that the few runs she'd gone on hadn't required her to watch the door. She was driving again and preferred to do that more than anything.

When she left her apartment that afternoon, preparing to go in for a "mandatory meeting", she ran into an old co-worker that she hadn't seen in the past six months.

"Liv? Hi, how are you? We've missed you!"

Olivia was surprised to see Quinn and wished she hadn't run into her. She'd have too many questions that Olivia wouldn't be able to answer.

"Hi Quinn, I'm okay. How's everything?"

"Great, but we miss you. I heard about your dad. I'm so sorry Liv. At first I was shocked that you weren't back yet, but I figured you needed some time after everything."

"Yea, it was hard but I'm okay now."

"Good. It's not the same without you. Do you have a date set that you're coming back? I'm sure everyone wants to know."

"I um.. I don't think I am."

"You don't have a date, or you're not coming back?"

"I found a new job"

"What? Why? You have patients, Liv. Patients that love you and miss you and have been waiting for you to return. Do you know how hard it was taking over for the Anderson's? They're so difficult, but you somehow made it easy and developed such a great bond with them and Jabbar. That little boy misses you like crazy. I swear there's a fight and meltdown every time he comes in for counts and it only started when you left."

"Quinn, I just can't"

"Why? How could you just leave? I know it was hard caring for your dad, but you love those kids, Liv. You once told me that working as a CLS was the best choice you'd ever made."

"Maybe I was wrong? Maybe it was all too much and I couldn't admit it."

"Too much? I don't believe you. You gave up, Liv. Did you know that a week after you took your leave, Noah Stevens passed away?"

"What? He was doing fine and was sent home."

"Yea, and then he came back into the ICU and never walked out. So you remember him next time you walk into your new job."

"Quinn wait!"

Olivia tried to catch up with her, but there was no use. Olivia felt disgusted with herself, but knew that in order to survive, she had to push her feelings down and keep moving until she could somehow get away from this place that she no longer felt was her home. It was her prison.

That night, they were scheduled for a brand new run at a bank and Olivia would be going with Jake and two others, Mike and Chris. The two burley men were to make sure no one came in while Jake worked on getting the safe open and the money into the bags. Once the money was packed, they would take it out and place it in the car with Olivia, who would then do her normal task of taking it to the drop off spot.

Only when they got there, things had gone south from their first move.

It was a new bank, but they were heavily guarded and had intense security detail in the form of guards, cameras, fingerprint scanners and bullet proof windows protecting the employees. Jake always had a back-up plan so when Olivia came back to the car and reported the security measures, he prepared accordingly.

Chris walked into the bank, stood in the middle, and got everyone's attention before removing his jacket and showing off the wires and bomb attached to his torso. His team knew it was a fake bomb, but the patrons had no clue and chaos began with screaming and running towards the door. They hadn't realized that Mike was blocking their only escape. Jake was pulling Olivia towards the back with him so that she could stand watch at the door as he entered the vault. They had no way of telling if there were trick alarms that had been activated so they moved as fast as they could. Olivia stood at the door making sure no one entered while Jake stepped inside, but jumped when he walked up behind.

"Take this! Hold it and use it if you have to!"

The weight of the gun in her hands had her shaking. Even though she was pointing it downward away from any of the innocent people in the bank, she still shook with fear. There were men, women, and children around, most huddled together terrified and Olivia hated the position she was being put in.

"Can I please leave, my son isn't well and he needs his meds."

"Sit your ass down! Now lady!"

Olivia turned towards the yelling and noticed the woman standing in front of Mike pleading with him to let her out of the bank. It could only be assumed that the young boy standing against the wall looking in her direction was the son she was referring to. His chest was heaving and he looked very short of breath.

"Please, I can leave him here and go grab it but my little boy is not going to make it if he doesn't get his medicine."

Mike was getting annoyed with her and shoved the woman out of his face, making her fall to the ground. Olivia's heart broke and she found the only person she wanted to shoot was him. Olivia tried to ignore the situation but the second she heard a small voice calling out, her focus was on the little boy running towards his mother.

"Josh, don't run baby, take a deep breath. You need to sit down, I'm okay."

The little boy was on her lap and she rubbed his back as his breathing became shorter, catching Olivia's eye. She knew what was happening and watching the little boy having an asthma attack was something she could just sit through.

"Do you have a break room?" she asked turning towards an employee.

"What do you mean?" the man was clearly scared and didn't know what she was asking.

"A break room. Someplace with a coffee maker? Do you have coffee here?"

The man stuttered out a reply and led her to the small station they had set up outside of the offices with a small coffee maker that still had a little bit left in the pot. Olivia grabbed a cup from the stack and poured the tiny bit in the cup before ordering him to make more coffee.

"What the hell are you doing?" Chris asked gesturing for Mike to stay at the door.

"Saving this kids life! If we don't make it out of here, do you want a homicide on your hands?"

She pushed past him and went to the mother, who immediately tried to move away, but Olivia assured her she was just trying to help him.

"It's coffee, it'll open his airway. Just trust me. There's more brewing but let him drink this."

Once his breathing was back to normal and the second cup was brought over to the woman, Mike ordered everyone to get back against the wall and when Olivia turned to head back to the door, one of the bank guards grabbed her from behind. She screamed alerting both Mike and Chris to turn their guns on the guard.

"Let her go"

"You let these people go, and I'll let her go. You guys started this and no one should have to get hurt"

Before anyone could respond, the sound of a gun safety clicking off stopped everyone as Jake held the gun to the guards head.

"You've got three seconds to let her go. I won't tell you again."

He listened right away and released Olivia seconds before hitting the guy in the back of the head with the gun, making fall to the ground unconscious.

A few minutes later, Jake walked back out of the vault and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the flashing red light from the back wall. The silent alarm had been triggered and Jake had no idea how long they had to get away.

Seeing the little boy start to heave again, Olivia went towards him before she felt herself being grabbed from behind and pulled away.

"WE NEED TO MOVE" Jake shouted against the back of her head.

"What? No, I need to help him."

"NO, we're getting out of here, now!"

"He needs help! I'm not like you, I can't just leave him here!"

He yanked her to his chest before speaking in a menacing voice. "You can and you will! Chris, grab the door and toss a bomb."

Chris nodded and reached into his bag for a gas bomb before covering his face and tossing it towards the patrons.

"You asshole! Stop!" Olivia yelled, trying her best to lunge at him with Jake holding her back. "He has asthma! You're gonna kill him!"

"Olivia, get the fuck out!"

Jake shoved her towards the door roughly, causing her to trip and fall. He let out multiple expletives before yanking her u and pulling her through the smoky room and out the back door.

"Where the fuck is the car?" Jake spat out looking around. Hearing sirens approaching, Jake turned angry eyes towards Olivia and let out a groan.

"I.. I left it at the front."

"You what?"

"Things changed so fast, I didn't have time to drive it back before you forced me inside."

He groaned again, trying to clear his lungs before gesturing the three of them to follow him up the side of the building.

When Olivia jumped in the car, she quickly reversed and unlocked the doors as Jake, Chris and Mike jumped in and drove off.

"I don't know where to go. The sirens are coming from all over." She was shaking and nervous, certain she would be running head on into a patrol car.

"Just drive Olivia!"

All Olivia could remember was being barricaded minutes later and thrown out of the vehicle by a police officer. Jake and Chris were face down on the ground being cuffed as well. Mike had gotten the farthest after shooting an officer in the shoulder and running as far as he could before he was stopped by a car hitting him, then he was finally arrested.

Being that it was Friday, Jake and Chris couldn't go before a judge to find out the price of bail- if any- until Monday morning so they stayed in the county jail until then. Olivia hated being there and only hoped and pleaded that the camera footage had been checked and that witnesses had been interviewed that way she could tell how she was forced into the entire situation. That's what Olivia planned to do, but according to their guard, Russell paid their bail and they were somehow released the next morning.

Olivia wasn't allowed to sleep in her home, instead she, along with Jake and Chris were debriefed at the warehouse where they were threatened and told what to say when they went to trial in three days. Their bond of fifteen thousand dollars each had been paid and Russell knew that he would get his money back, and his people would be let off immediately no matter what. He had people in his pocket and as long as the money didn't run dry, they would be fine.

It was almost noon when Olivia walked into her apartment, fully intending on eating something small and going to bed. By going to bed, she meant taking a sleeping or two and turning the air on high and praying she didn't have nightmares like she had the night before that she spent in jail. She walked through the living room and gasped at the figure that was standing quietly in her kitchen against the back wall.

"Huck?" Olivia said once her breathing was somewhat back to normal.

"Liv, are you okay?"

His voice was stagnant, and void of emotion, but Olivia knew that was just Huck and deep down inside he cared. Huck was six years older than Olivia and had worked for her father for as long as she could remember. He had spent years simply driving Rowan around to his meetings and it wasn't until five years ago, that Olivia found out Huck was watching her every move. He wasn't evil and murderous like the other men that worked for my father, yet he had a darkness to him that frightened most. Truth be told, no one really knew how dangerous Huck really was. One day Olivia just saw him. He wasn't hiding and it was as if he wanted her to discover him watching her and from that moment on, she knew that Huck would be there when she least expected.

"I'm fine, what are you doing here?"

"Liv, you are in trouble. Russell does plan to get you out of this but if it comes down to you or one of his guys, he'll always choose them. You need to leave."

"What do you mean leave? Trust me if I could leave Huck, I would. I'm trapped here."

"Liv you aren't trapped, I can get you out of here- away from them."

"How? Tell me how and I'll do it!" her voice was full of tears and Huck hated it. He cared about her more than he was willing to admit.

"Your father left behind specific instructions and things for you. He left them with me and I promised him I would make sure you didn't become a part of this life."

"But I AM a part of this life, Huck! Russell made sure of that before the dirt was covering his casket!"

"I couldn't get you out right away, Liv but I can get you out now. He's not expecting that now and I've been loyal to him so it would blindside him."

Olivia felt extremely overwhelmed and sat down on the dining room table and allowed her emotions to take over. She sobbed tears of frustration, sadness, fear, and guilt wishing she could wish away every single aspect of her life for the past six months. From the day she walked out of her job to take care of her father, things had gone downhill and never seemed to look up. Maybe Huck would help her escape from this prison she was in. Just maybe.

Olivia sat still until her tears didn't fall anymore. When they had finally subsided, she wiped her face clean before turning to Huck who had stood in the same spot the entire time.

"What do I do?"

Liv POV

"A day later, Huck left a car parked in front of my apartment and I left town."

I could tell by the look on his face that he had so many questions he wanted to ask me. He hadn't flinched away as I told him the story of how I ended up on the side of the road, but I had been prepared for him to do so. He simply continued to rub my back as I recounted the events, every once in a while forcing me to stop and take a drink of water along with a few breaths when he –somehow- knew it was becoming too much for me.

"When is your court date, Olivia?"

I knew he would ask me that.

"It was two days ago."

He sat still and quiet for a few moments and I assumed he was digesting all the information. It was a lot to process and I wondered if it changed the way he felt about me. I might be going through a lot right now, but I wasn't blind or stupid. He liked the way that I looked and I couldn't lie and say the feeling wasn't mutual. However, I looked past his physical appearance and saw that he was a great guy, but after what I just admitted, I doubt if he would be able to do the same for me. I came with baggage I had no control over.

"Olivia, I think we need to get you back to where you came from and talk to the judge on the case."

Alarms went off in my head.

I knew he would try to get rid of me.

"No! I can't go back there!"

"But if we could just talk to.."

"You don't understand! It's not about the judge! I don't care if I spend time in jail, it's not about that!"

Fitz POV

She looked broken. She wouldn't look at me and averted her eyes downward while tears moved in the same direction on her cheeks. I wished I could comfort her. Take her small frame and hold her tightly on my lap until her tears stopped. I wanted to, but I couldn't stand the possibility of rejection. Besides, we needed to come up with a solution for what was going on and what the next steps would be.

"Then what are you worried about, Olivia?"

"I'm worried about going back and having that sick bastard force me back into a life of crime. A place where I know he's gonna push me so far and I'm going to have to put a bullet into an innocent person's brain and end their life simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't want to be his puppet anymore! I can't! I won't go back! I'll leave here and be on my own before I go back there!"

"Olivia.."

"NO! Don't make me, I won't! I can't do it, I won't survive."

I couldn't restrain myself this time, and I did pull her onto my lap and held her tightly. Her body was shaking and I knew that feeling would forever be etched into my body's composition. In such a short time, she had become far too precious to me and I couldn't allow her to feel this way any longer. I let my deep breaths guide hers and when we were finally breathing in sync, I cautiously kissed the top of her head. She smelled divine and I prayed that I would one day wake up to the smell of her while she slept in my arms.

When she had calmed down, I tightened one arm around her waist and used my free arm to push up from the floor where we had been for the past forty-five minutes. Before fully standing up, I brought my other arm under her legs, lifting her up and slowly walked up the stairs until I was able to lay her on the couch in the office. She refused to look at me and turned towards the back of the couch. Not wanting to be away from her so soon, I sat down on the floor and cautiously brought my hand to her head, softly running my fingers against her hair. Olivia tensed up a second later, but when I felt her body relax, I continued my strokes and made myself comfortable on the floor.

Liv POV

My head was pounding and I knew it was from the crying I had done the night before. The thoughts from last night came flooding back and I felt ashamed that I had broken down like that.

"Olivia?"

I turned my head quickly at the sound of the baritone voice and saw that Fitz was exactly where I remembered him being the night before. He looked like he had been up for a while and I could subtly smell a hint of coffee on his breath.

"Hi."

I didn't know what else to say.

"Hi."

"What time is it? How long have I been sleeping? You didn't have to stay here all night."

I vaguely noticed the sun coming from the window on the other side of the room and knew it had to have been morning.

"It's a little before six. While you slept I went out and found the right charger for your phone."

The statement brought both relief and dread at the same time. Once I charged that phone, everything-my horrible life and possible horrifying future- would become a reality.

I sat up and looked at Fitz before asking him about the charger and if he could bring it to me. It was as if he had a secret he was unsure about telling me and I found it odd that I could read him so well in the little time I had known him.

"What is it?"

"Your phone is charged, Olivia."

"You charged it?"

He nodded before taking a deep breath and grabbing the phone from the desk, then handed it to me.

"You have a message from your friend. Huck."