"Immigration said they left the country for Amsterdam?" AJ asked his cell as he paced Olivia's room at the foot of her bed. "Cole wouldn't stay there. He doesn't know that country well enough." He tapped his fingers on the metal railing of Olivia's bed.

"She's really fine Sean." He insisted again as he watched Olivia sleep. "Annie switched her medical information with another poor woman's." Loosening his collar uncomfortably, AJ nodded even though Sean couldn't see the gesture.

"She is dead. The doctor's were trying to find her family." Wandering over to the window, even AJ couldn't help being pleasantly surprised when Sean asked about his father. "Bette went to tell him but I don't know if she found him yet. I'll call you as soon as she does."

Sean explained his theory. Caitlin had ran because she was afraid of losing Trey. Cole went with her because he would have followed her to the ends of the Earth. Annie needed Olivia 'dead' so Gregory wouldn't fight to regain his son.

"She must have known Olivia's 'death' would have thrown everything into chaos. And that it would have taken long enough to sort it out for her to make her big escape." AJ's mind wandered to where his son would have taken Caitlin. Where would Cole feel safe?

"You're right. I don't think Annie will turn up any time soon." He drummed his fingers against the window and watched the cars in the parking lot below. Finally the answer attacked him from the back of his memory. "You should talk to my mother. Tell her you're Caitlin's brother and you need to find her because Olivia's alive. Can you get up north? You and Emily have a car?"

Nodding quickly, he jotted himself a note to call his mother and make sure she sent Sean and Emily on their way with everything they needed. He had to call the airlines too. "Tell her hello for me. And remind her I'll be visiting next week. Good luck Sean. Make sure you two take good care of each other.. Bette would kill me if something happened to either of you." He clicked the phone shut and tucked it away in his jacket.

"That was your son Olivia." He leaned against the table and smiled at her sleeping form. "Your brilliant and practical son who's going to find his sister-" AJ paused and corrected himself. "And his brother. He'll bring your baby home. Bette's getting Gregory for you." He shoved off the table paced at the foot of the bed. "Your family's coming back together and they're doing it for you Olivia. You'd be proud of all of them. Gregory and Sean are getting along-"

He rested his hands on the foot of her bed and smiled down at her. "Gregory told Sean how proud he was of him. How wonderful he thought your son had turned out to be. I think it was a real turning point for them. It was a little odd though. For Gregory, I mean." He fidgeted with the edge of his jacket thoughtfully. "He just opened up to Sean. Poured his heart out even..."

Titling his head, it started to sink in how absolutely odd that was. "He didn't take this well." His head sank from his shoulders and he sighed heavily. "Not that any of us did but Gregory, he just stopped. Like he died with you. I've never seen that happen to a man before. Especially a man like him. He was this unstoppable force, all the time I've known him."

"And you die." He brought his hands together and sighed again, still dealing with the shock of everything that had happened. AJ couldn't help feeling numb. He'd lost one love, and started to gain another. "And the life goes out of him." Snapping his fingers, he mimed shutting off a light. "Just like that. He's going to be-"

AJ sank into his chair. "I don't even know what to expect" He tossed up his hands and let his eyes close. "There's a reason I left that to Bette. She's one of the few people he listens to." He looked up at her and winked playfully. "Besides you of course." He was starting to settle down. Even yawning a little as the mess of the last few days started to check up to him. His eyelids were getting heavy, even drifting down his face-

Bette destroyed all of that. She broke into Olivia's room in a whirl of discontent. AJ nearly jumped out of his chair. She circled him like a pouncing cat and grabbed his shoulders. "Gregory's lost it."

"What?"

"Gone off the deep end, postal, you name it, light bulbs missing, ducks out of order-" Bette's fingers shook as he tried to listen to her.

"What's going on Bette? What is it about Gregory?" AJ demanded as he forced her into the chair he'd just left.

She collapsed, shoulders shaking in barely controlled fear. "He's going to go all Romeo on us."

"Romeo?" AJ tried to think. His mind was running slower than it should be. "Romeo." He repeated as he flashed back to his boarding school days and the works of William Shakespeare. "You can't be serious."

Bette fought her way out of the chair and shoved the envelope into his hands. "Just look at it. Read it. It's all in there." She brought her hand to her mouth and tried not to sob into it. "He split his estate for the three of his children. Signed away his parental rights so Caitlin and Cole could raise Trey without contest. Gregory's letting Cole raise his son-"

AJ shook his head, unable to believe her even as he read the papers she'd handed him.

The papers rattled as she hit them. Bette shuddered and lost precious ground to her hysteria as her mind ran off without her. "He let Cole raise his son. Hell-" She pointed vigorously at the floor. "Hell is freezing over right now. Satan himself is looking up at us and asking what could possibly be going on."

Unable to read them AJ set Gregory's documents away and caught Bette's hands before she could hurt herself. "Where is he?"

"I don't know-"

"Where would he go?" AJ asked gently as he smoothed her hair back from her face. "Think Bette, think. Now where would he go?"

"How would I know?"

She pulled one hand free, but he caught it up again. "Shhhh- Just think Bette. Think logically. You're Gregory and you've lost everything that ever mattered to you, where do you go?"

"Our house." Olivia's voice startled them both more than a nuclear explosion.

AJ dropped Bette's hands. Dumbfounded completely, she stared at the bed.

Olivia swallowed, her throat was rough as sandpaper. Her tongue moved slowly, like it was carved from wood. She coughed and pulled herself up higher on the bed. Her arms were barely responding. Moving her stomach brought a flash of agony. Bette was suddenly there at her side. The pain faded into a pulling ache that was manageable.

"Our house. Number One-" AJ recovered enough to bring her a glass of water and she sipped it gratefully from his hand. "Not that ghastly Number Five."

"Okay- good, good-" Bette repeated as she sealed it into her mind. "Where else?"

"The office at Liberty." Olivia screwed shut her eyes as she forced herself to sit up. Her head swam for a moment, but she forced it away. Gregory needed her to save him from making the biggest mistake of his life. He needed her. "The boat, slip 81 at the marina."

"Hey not too fast-" AJ tried to keep her in bed as Olivia tried to swing her legs over the edge of the bed. "You have to stay put."

"No-" Olivia bit her lip against the steady ache in her stomach. "I have to help you."

'Help us by staying alive." Bette hugged her and pressed her back to the wall. "Because we can't handle losing you again." She patted Olivia's cheek as if she had to make sure she was stilly there. "It wasn't a good thing Livie, believe me. It's an awful world without you."

Olivia returned the embrace but she kept her eyes on AJ. "The rocky part of the beach, down past the Deep." She instructed him firmly. "We used to-" She had to sit back against the wall when Bette released her. Her head was still spinning. "Spend time there, before the children."

"Okay. Okay good." Bette forced herself to smile grimly. "We have a list. Let's split it up, cover more ground that way."

"I'll take the beach and the marina." AJ offered as he leaned down to kiss Olivia's cheek. "We'll find him. I promise."

Olivia squeezed his hand and felt the odd twinge of jealousy when she felt the cool metal of Bette's wedding ring against her face. Holding her face, Bette smiled down at her. Her eyelashes were wet for the hundredth time in the last few days. Olivia noticed that they were blonde. How long had it been since she had seen Bette without makeup?

"Keep him here for me." She begged as she pushed Bette away. "Go go find him."

Bette paused in the doorway. Turning around as she dug in her purse for her car keys. She started to smile at Olivia before she ran back to hug her again. "Oh Livie- Don't ever, ever do that to me again. I'm going to have to start dying the gray out of my hair because of you."

Olivia coughed but it was a closer approximation of a laugh. "Find my husband."

Running a hand down her cheek, Bette nodded sagely. "You bet I will." No corrections. No arguing. Their eyes met and as understanding was shared. Bette nearly ran out the door after AJ.

As soon as the door shut, Olivia swung her feet to the side of the bed. He'd be in the mausoleum, waiting for her. Neither of them would have been able to stop him. No matter what they said, Gregory would have succeeded. She had to be the one to stop him. She was the only thing he would believe in.

The floor stung her bare feet, and doubt surged up that she could even stand. How long had she been unconscious? What was the bandage on her stomach covering? It wasn't even the only one. There was another bandage on her arm, in the crook of her elbow. What was that from?

Olivia held on to the bed as she put the first tentative weight on her legs. To her astonishment, they held her up. She stood for a moment and tried to sort her mind.

i"You used to tell me how much you trusted me. This time I'm going to trust you. Don't leave me. Don't-"/i Gregory's words cut into her, leaving a wound as dangerous as the sealed one on her stomach.

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest and took a step. Her feet held. She needed clothing and a car. A quick glance around her room didn't turn up anything she recognized. A suitcase sat in the corner, but it wasn't at all familiar. Sinking to the floor next to it, she read the name tag.

"Well, Mrs. Samantha Parish. My name is Olivia and I need to borrow your clothes." The suitcase clicked open under her touched. It was mostly suits, dark and expensive, like Gregory's taste. She pulled out a blouse and held it up against her chest. The ache had grown weak in the flush of adrenaline. She barely felt it anymore. the blouse would do.

Olivia started to pull her arm out of the hospital gown as she set her jaw in determination. "I didn't leave you Gregory." She grabbed a camisole and pulled it over her head with effort. "i'll be dammed if I'm going to let you leave me."