"You didn't have to bring this all the way down here yourself Liv." Gregory looked up from his ever growing pile of legal briefs and smiled softly. "But I'm certainly not going to complain. Nothing brightens up my office quite like you my dear."

He sounded like Gregory. The smile was the same smile she'd fallen for all those years ago. It would be so easy to believe he was the same man she'd always loved. But something was different. Something was wrong and she was holding the proof in her hands.

"I just thought you'd like to look over the contractor reports from the hospital project. They have some new estimates-"

Gregory waved her off and emerged from behind his desk to take her into his arms. "Don't bother with that. Since you're all the way over here, let me take you to lunch."

"You don't have to do that. I'm sure you're busy." She made it easy for him to blow her off, but he pulled her closer.

Smiling down at the swell of her stomach between them, Gregory seemed absolutely content. "I'd love to have lunch with you. Work's still going to be there."

He didn't even bother looking at the contractor's fiscal projections before he reached for his wallet from the desk and ushered her towards the door. Olivia paused, biting her lip as everything started to fall into place. He hadn't shown any interest in Caitlin's funeral. He didn't even wear black until he noticed she wore it constantly.

He jumped at the chance to read every one of Sean's letters from Italy, and Gregory wrote back. Not crisp and efficient reports of his day, but slow, flowery phrases that were nearly poetic as she read them all before sealing the letters.

"Shouldn't we bring those with and go over them?" She reached back for his desk, but he caught her hand and pulled it up to kiss it.

"Why bother? You've already looked at them."

"Don't you want to go over them personally?" She raised her eyebrows in shock as he started to laugh gently.

"I trust you darling. Come on, let's go eat." Gregory held open the door of his office in the Federal Building.

Instead of leaving, she sank into the brown leather sofa along the wall and sighed in feigned exhaustion. "Can we just order in?"

He was immediately at her side, reaching down to remove her shoes and take her feet into his hands. "You all right?"

"Just a little too tired to navigate the crowd downtown." She couldn't admit that she hated to see him in public. He was too charming. Gregory had always been an excellent public figure, but now his smiles seemed heartfelt instead of carefully rehearsed. When he worried about her it was written all over his face.

"I'll ask one of the paralegals to call for us. What would you like?" Gregory's hands found the sore spots of her feet with the same practiced ease but he wouldn't have to ask her what she wanted. Gregory would suggest something and help her decide. He wouldn't leave that up to her.

"Oh- I don't know." Olivia closed her eyes against the rush of betrayal that attacked her whenever she looked at him. "Whatever you haven't had lately darling."

He kissed her forehead as he stood up, resting his hand for a moment on their unborn child through her blazer. "Don't go away."

"I won't," Olivia promised as she settled further into the sofa. As soon as the door shut behind him she jumped up to search his desk. Maybe there was a clue somewhere. His desk was neat, most of the papers were legal jumbles that only Gregory would care to navigate. She searched through the pile, looking for something- anything.

It was in the top drawer. A single sheet of paper torn from his imported stationary, the set she'd ordered for him last father's day. beneath the neat header, "From the desk of Gregory Richards, Esquire" were his notes. Not the neat formal handwriting he used for anything business, these were hurried pieces of consciousness, thoughts he had to capture before they escaped him again.

Liv. Florence. Lavender and lilies. We lost a baby. The back of the ambulance. Blood on my hands. Was it my fault? Never home. We fight. She cries. I never cry. Caitlin tried to kill me because I killed Cole. Why do I remember Cole? Why him and not-

"Olivia?" Gregory's return startled the crumpled paper out of her hands and down to the desk. "I ordered Thai, I hope that's all right." He watched the paper sail past the desk. As he picked it up he realized why all the color was gone from her face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Olivia's empty hands fell to the desk for support. "What is that? Your cue card for your life?"

He hadn't heard that biting tone in her voice before. He instantly disliked it. Gregory decided to begin slowly. "I told you there were things I didn't remember."

"Caitlin?" That same bite. "She's just a thing now?" Her eyes flashed with fury but she fought it back. Olivia didn't want to fight him. She didn't have the endurance. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked in your desk. If you wanted me to know you would have told me."

He couldn't reach her. She was closed off. Colder than he'd ever seen her. "Olivia-"

"Sean's first step? Our first anniversary? Caitlin's high school graduation?" She shook her head when he didn't have anything to offer her. "No wonder Caitlin's death has barely registered with you. Do you even remember having a daughter? Do you remember how much you loved her?"

She pushed off the desk and gave him a wide berth on her way to the door. Olivia stared into his eyes and saw the emptiness there. It cut into her heart more than anything he could have said. "Maybe you don't remember forgiving me? Has this all been some sort of sick joke?"

He reached for her arm but she drew it back so quickly she struck her elbow against the wall behind her. "I love you Olivia. Let's have another baby. I'll protect you from Cole-" Her hands shook as she pulled her purse over her shoulder and reached for the door. "You killed a man for me but you can't find it in your heart to admit you don't remember me?"

"I didn't-"

She cut him off viciously. "No, darling, you didn't. And you won't." Olivia folded her arms across her chest, trying to ignore the angry tightening of her stomach and the way their child squirmed in desperate protest. "I don't want to see you. You'll have to find somewhere to stay." She refused to touch his hand. Instead her hand hovered over his until he gave in and moved his aside.

"Don't do this." He begged softly as she started to turn the knob. "Please."

"I didn't do 'this'." Olivia clarified with ice in her voice. "I didn't push Caitlin into the arms of a madman. I didn't put myself in the line of fire. I didn't lace my own food with fertility drugs and manipulate myself into falling in love with you all over again." Tears glinted in her eyelashes, but she ignored their presence.

"You stared death in the face, but you still don't trust me." The door creaked open and she straightened her purse before taking a step away from him. "I thought this was a new beginning for us but now it's just the same old tragedy. I'm just sorry our children had to be your victims."