Hours slipped by as Olivia sat at the station, stifling yawns and answering questions about the two mystery men who she encountered that night. She looked at her watch. It was well past 2 in the morning. She sighed. It had been four hours since she had first tried to leave, but now she was right back where she started: at work.

"What can you tell me about the men who kidnapped you?" One of the young investigators, Daniel Hathaway, asked Olivia for what seemed like the billionth time.

She sighed heavily and leaved forward onto the desk, looking directly into his eyes. "One was an older man with graying hair and brown eyes and the other one was a younger male with brown hair and brown eyes and the older man addressed the other as his son, just like I've been telling you all night," She replied irritably.

Elliot, who had been sitting next to her throughout the entire night, reached over and touched her shoulder. "Hey. Just relax a little, okay?"

Olivia nodded and leaned back against the chair again. Hathaway nodded. "Any distinctive marks that could eliminate more than half the population of New York?" He asked, sounding sarcastic as he dropped his notepad on the table.

From the lack of sleep for the past 24 hours mixed with the raw emotions of confusion, Olivia snapped. She leapt out of her seat, swept her hand across the table and in one swift movement managed to knock the notepad off the table and knock the investigator off balance in his own seat.

"For the hundredth time tonight, they had what sounded like Russian accents! That's all, nothing else, do you get the picture now?"

The room was silent as Hathaway stared at Olivia as if he were afraid and if she were crazy. Elliot stood up slowly and put both hands on Olivia's shoulders. "It's okay, Liv. Just sit down," He murmured calmly. She slowly sat in her chair, her icy glare never wavering from the investigator's face.

"Can I go home now?" She asked in a relatively steady voice.

"We, uh, we have to wait for the sketch artist to arrive..." The investigator's eyes nervously flicked between Elliot and Olivia. Olivia's eyes were now blank she was so irritated. "You mean the one that we've been waiting four hours for? Why don't you all get off your lazy asses and find these sons of bitches before he goes off accusing other innocent people of being someone they're not and trying to kill them for it."

Elliot and Hathaway both exchanged surprised glances. "What do you mean trying to kill them for it? Did they say something?"

Olivia sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "They might have, I can't really remember... something like... I can't live knowing something or whatever..."

"Olivia, this could be really serious in the investigation," Elliot said gently and cautiously, trying not to scold the already upset detective. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

"Because I forgot about it until now," She replied simply. Hathaway sat back and stared at her. "Why are you withholding information, detective? Is there something that you don't want us to know?"

Olivia opened her mouth, about to shoot back angrily, but Elliot answered for her. "My partner has nothing to hide," He said sounding equally as calm as before.

Hathaway looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Really? Because that little bit about this guy telling her that she shouldn't live knowing something is probably one of the most important factors in this case..."

"All right, that's it. I'm done." Olivia jumped out of her seat and headed towards the door. Elliot leapt in front of her just in time. "Olivia, you need to stay and tell us..."

"No, you know what Elliot, I don't need some rookie telling me how to do my job!" She shot Hathaway and chilly, defiant stare. "I know what I'm doing! I didn't withhold anything intentionally, so why can't you all just get off my case?" With that, she pushed past Elliot and slammed the door behind her on the way out.

Elliot turned back to Hathaway who was waiting patiently. "I'm sorry, she's not normally like this."

"Like a little five year old brat throwing a tantrum? Well, I sure hope not because that's really going to give the NYPD a bad reputation."

It was Elliot's turn to get annoyed. "Look here rookie, my partner has been a detective for years and she's damn good at it. Don't insult her because you haven't seen the crap that we have." Elliot closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm himself.

Hathaway put up a hand. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I guess we're all just a little cranky tonight."

Elliot nodded. "Yeah. If that's all, I'm going to go find my partner. You better get your ass out there and find that sketch artist." Elliot turned and left the room quickly before Hathaway could get another word in.
After storming out of the room like a child, Olivia found herself on the restroom floor sobbing hysterically. Maybe it was just lack of sleep that was getting her so emotional. But she doubted it was the lack of sleep that was bringing back all the memories that were flooding her brain.

They were strange memories. Ones of her and her mother standing in a police station, her mother looking around nervously. Or of them being given some sort of paperwork to fill out, but she was too little to understand what they were for. The worst part of it was remembering being called Katarina.

"They called me Kitty because I loved cats," she whispered to herself, brushing her tears away from her eyes. Where all this knowledge of a life that she didn't know of was coming from, she had no clue.

A sharp knock on the door rattled her out of her dysfunctional state. "Yes?" She called out, failing miserably to hide the shaking in her voice. "Liv? It's me." She sighed when she heard Elliot's voice.

"Go away Elliot. I want to be alone," she replied exhaustedly as she leaned her head against the cold wall.

"Please come out, Liv. Hathaway's getting the sketch artist in here, he'll be here any minute. I promise. Common out, it's all right."

"No it's not," She whispered to herself, closing her eyes. Frightening images were filling her head. Ones of her and her mother hiding and being scared. Olivia could remember crying and hearing her mother whispering, "It's okay Kitty. Mommy's got you, it's okay now."

*I am Katarina Montgomery. My mother was Yvonne Montgomery. I was born in Scottsdale, Arizona and lived there until we saw the murder...*

"No! Stop it! I'm not! I'm not her!" Olivia cried out loud, covering her ears as if to block out the sound of her own voice in her own mind.

"Olivia? What's wrong? Common Liv, open the door!" Elliot pounded on the door louder and began to try to coax her out more frantically. But Olivia couldn't hear him. All she could hear were her terrified sobs and that name echoing through her head.

Katarina Montgomery.