Tossing her keys down onto the small table by the front door of her apartment, Olivia folded her arms over her chest and looked to her brother. Jim had closed the door, placing the bolt over the wood before sighing and bowing his head. He closed his eyes for a few moments and pinched his nose. Peeling his eyes open once more, Jim looked to his sister as she remained expectantly staring at him.

"So?" she urged from him.

"Do you have alcohol?"

Olivia sighed but moved into the kitchen, tossing her shoes off into the corner on the way. Standing in the open spaced kitchen as Jim took a seat on the sofa, she reached on top of her fridge for her bottle of whiskey she kept for serious occasions. Pulling it down from the spot it sat on, she reached for two small glasses and carried them back to the living area. Sitting down on the sofa, she placed the bottle and glasses onto the coffee table. Leaning forwards, she poured the liquid into both glasses, handing one over to Jim.

He downed it in a second, tossing the liquid back down his throat as Olivia arched her brow and saw him move to pour another glass. He held this one in his hands, sitting back and loosening his tie and undoing his top button.

"What is it?" Olivia urged from him, longing for him just to tell her what had happened.

"I'm involved in some dangerous business, Liv," he said to her. "Business that I don't want to drag you into, you understand that, right?"

Olivia bit down on her lip and placed her glass down onto the coffee table. She turned on the sofa, leaning against the side of it as her hand went to cradle her head and she kept her gaze focused on her brother.

"What have you done, Jim?" she asked in a soft voice.

"It was during the Wayne case," Gordon said in a soft voice. "There was a man named Mario Pepper who was rumoured to have tried to sell the pearls that were stolen from Martha Wayne on the night she and her husband were murdered, but he was framed. He didn't kill the Waynes, but someone wanted us to think that he had. Well…I went to see Fish…a woman-"

"-Fish Mooney?" Olivia interrupted. "She works for Falcone, doesn't she? She owns that bar."

"Yeah," Jim nodded. "Anyway, Harvey said that she might know something about the Wayne case considering she knows just about every low life in Gotham. Anyway, I think she set Pepper up, so I went to see her and well…she beat me up…well her thugs did."

"What?" Olivia snapped. "Are you okay? Jim, what did she do?"

"Nothing I haven't had before," Jim held his hand up. "Long story short, Harvey turned up and was even more useless than I was. Luckily Don Falcone showed his face, saying that Fish had no business killing cops without his permission. I asked him if he knew who killed the Waynes, but he said he had no idea. But he…he threatened me…told me that I had no business looking into who had framed Pepper. To him, justice had been served, despite the fact that nothing has been done, Liv. The real killer is still out there."

"But if you go looking for him…if you keep digging…then what?" Olivia worried from her brother. "Jim, Falcone runs parts of this city. We all know that. If you keep searching for the truth then what?"

"Falcone doesn't want that," Jim shook his head. "He wants me to stop and give it up. The city is awash with corruption. The GCPD knows it too. If I keep trying to dig then he'll have me killed. A police officer hell bent on reform isn't good for his business, is it?"

"So what are you going to do?"

"I haven't decided yet," Jim said, "but things…Liv…they're dangerous. Falcone ordered me to kill this man who had been snitching to the GCPD. He is called Oswald Cobblepot. He used to be Mooney's umbrella boy. I was at the docks. I was there with a gun to his head and I couldn't do it. I pushed him into the water and told him to leave. I told him never to come back. But he has. He came back and turned up at the penthouse. Barbara was there and she asked me who he was. I couldn't tell her, Liv. I couldn't tell her because I can't drag her into this. I can't see her suffer."

"She is your fiancée, Jim," Olivia reminded her brother. "She deserves to know the truth."

"Olivia, I am scared about what the truth would do to her," Jim said, moving to toss his whiskey down his throat once more. Placing it back down onto the coffee table, he leaned forwards, clasping his hands together and resting his arms on his thighs. "She's…well…we're in the middle of an argument. She told me that we need to be honest with each other and I know that she is right."

"Then why not just tell her?" Olivia wondered. "You told me, Jim."

"I know," Jim sighed. "But that is different, Liv. You're my sister. We've never kept secrets. It turns out that Barbara, well, she has kept secrets. I'm being investigated because people think I am corrupt and in Falcone's pocket. One of the officers doesn't trust me and went to see Barbara to tell her I was corrupt. Turns out the two of them had been romantically involved."

"Who is he?"

"She," Jim corrected his sister and Olivia's eyes widened. Jim scoffed and nodded. "Yeah, shocker, right? Anyway, she is called Renee Montoya."

"Okay," Olivia said. "So the two of you are just having a row? You haven't split up?"

Jim chuckled and shrugged. "I have no idea," he admitted to his sister. "But Cobblepot is back and I don't know how much longer it will be until Falcone knows I didn't kill him. He said that he is going to keep quiet, but I don't know if he can."

"So what do you do?" Olivia worried.

"For now, I'm going to keep quiet," he shrugged. "There's not much more I can do."

"Christ, Jim," Olivia complained, pushing her hands through her hair and leaning back against the sofa, sinking downwards as Jim poured himself another glass of whiskey and leaned back, letting out a deep sigh. "You are being investigated by cops. You have Falcone on your back. You're playing both sides. How much longer can you keep it up?"

"As long as I have to," Jim said. "Olivia, I need you to keep this quiet, okay? I mean, I shouldn't have told you. I shouldn't have said anything, but I just needed to talk to someone. It was getting to me, but I shouldn't have let it. I should have just kept quiet."

"Don't be absurd," Olivia sniped to her brother. "I am your sister, okay? I am here for you. I always have been, but what if, just for once, you listened to me? What if you just got out of Gotham? What if you left this all behind and call it quits?"

"I'm in too deep for that," Jim responded sullenly. "If I run now then I look guilty to both sides. They'd find me. I can't escape this."

"So what do we do?" Olivia wondered.

"We keep going," Jim shrugged his shoulders. "But if the time comes when I need you to go with Barbara, then you need to promise me you won't be stubborn about it, okay? I know what you're like, Olivia. You're not one to do as people ask."

She snorted at that and rolled her eyes. "Wonder where we both get that from?"

Jim smirked and nodded his head. "Just promise me, Liv, okay?"

"Jim, I can't-"

"-Liv," Jim interrupted her, his tone stern and demanding. "Just do it, please?"

"Fine, okay," Olivia said with a nod of her head. "But promise me you will talk to Barbara, okay? She is your fiancée. You shouldn't be arguing."

"I'll go and see her in the morning," Jim said. "But tonight, can I just stay over here?"

"I figured you'd ask eventually," Olivia said. "I'll set up the sofa bed."

Jim managed a small smile, nodding his head and moving to pat his sister's arm. "Thanks, Liv."

Olivia nodded and moved up from the seat, heading down the small corridor leading to her bedroom and bathroom. Opening the door to the storage cupboard, she pulled out some towels and bedding. Walking back into the living room, she saw Jim pulling the coffee table back and then move to pull out the bed from the sofa, tossing the cushions to the side.

"So how was your evening going with Nygma before all of the drama?" he wondered of his sister.

Olivia nodded. "It was going well," she said to him. "He is a nice guy. Don't get me wrong, he comes across as a bit zany, but he is pleasant and friendly. He was telling me that he is infatuated with this woman named Kristen."

"Kristen Kringle?" Jim checked. "She works down in the records of the GCPD. I never knew Nygma fancied her."

"Apparently so," Olivia said back. "He was saying that he doesn't know how to woo her, but that wasn't the thing that annoyed me the most. He said he wanted to know what women liked so that he could change. He doesn't think she will ever like him as he is now."

"I see," Jim said as Olivia placed the bedsheet onto the mattress, tucking it under the edges. "I take it you didn't take kindly to that?"

Olivia shrugged as she stuffed the spare duvet with a duvet cover. "You know what Jack used to tell me," Olivia said with a shrug. "I sort of went back to that. It made me think about how he wanted me to change or how he always told me to be something else…be happier…friendlier…make more of an effort…I just don't think that Ed should be looking at changing to make someone like him. They should like him for who he is."

Olivia finished taking out her aggression on punching the duvet into the cover, covering the bed with it before placing the pillows back and finishing the bed. Sitting down on it, she pulled her legs onto the mattress as Jim almost moved to sit on it, peeling his jacket from his body and throwing it on the end of the bed.

"Jack was an idiot," Jim informed his sister. "If I had been here then I would have told him that he couldn't get away with treating you like he did."

"I came to that realisation on my own, Jim," Olivia told him. "I handled it myself. I don't need you to protect me, okay? I'm old enough to do that myself. I just should have done it earlier than I did."

"Doesn't mean that I couldn't have kicked his ass afterwards," Jim said.

Olivia laughed at that, her hands going to rest on top of her stomach as she turned her head to the side, looking to her brother as he remained sat up. "If I was physically stronger than I would have liked to have done that. Anyway, it doesn't matter, does it? He is gone and I am fine without him. I just want Ed to realise he shouldn't need to change."

"He's definitely an interesting character," Jim commented. "I do wonder who could end up with him? She'd have to have a tolerance for riddles."

"I didn't believe you when you said he couldn't go a conversation without riddling," Olivia spoke. "But you were telling the truth."

Jim smirked. "It drives Harvey insane," he responded. "I quite like it. I think it shocks him whenever I get one because Harvey tends just to ignore him."

Olivia smiled then. "I think it's clever," she said. "Anyway, he's nice, Jim. He just needs a friend and I mean, you know how I was years ago. I had no friends. I had no one to talk to and I know how he feels."

"Yeah," Jim said. "Well, when I spoke to him earlier today he was very excited to meet you. If you didn't tell me about Kristen than I'd be asking if he had ulterior motives other than friendship."

"Jim," Olivia complained, sitting up and picking the glasses and whiskey bottle up. Moving into the kitchen behind the living room, she placed the glasses into the sink and the whiskey bottle on top of the fridge. "You know I have no intention of dating someone so soon after Jack. So you have no need to worry."

Jim rolled his eyes and turned his head over his shoulder to look into the kitchen to his sister. "You know I will always worry," Jim spoke. "You're my sister. It's my prerogative to worry."

"I'd say you should be worrying about your own skin now," Olivia told him. "Anyway, I'm going to shower and go to bed. The towels are on the side and your spare toothbrush is still in the cabinet. Borrow whatever you want."

"Thanks," Jim said.

"Goodnight, Jim," Olivia said.

"Goodnight, Liv."

…

Olivia sat in the coffee shop around the corner from the GCPD precinct a week after she had first met Ed. Jim had gone back to Barbara and attempted to make up with her, but their relationship was still strained. Olivia had tried to keep tabs on Jim, but he was constantly working cases and running around trying to solve then. She had asked if he wanted to hang out that weekend, but he had told her that he was busy.

She had sighed and warned him that he should be careful, but she had no idea if he was listening to her. Olivia had asked Edward if he was free for a drink on Friday evening, but she had insisted on a coffee shop instead of a bar. Sitting down in the small shop, Olivia clutched onto her large mug of hot chocolate after ordering a herbal tea for Ed. He walked in about four minutes after her, seeing her in the corner by the sofas and the roaring fire. Bookshelves lined the walls and there were people sat reading the battered copies of classic novels.

He spotted Olivia and moved towards her, peeling his grey coat from his body and placing it over the back of his chair. Olivia was dressed in a pair of dogtooth patterned pants, a white blouse tucked into their high waistband. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, stray wisps falling from it and down her neck.

"I apologise for being late," Edward said, quickly sinking down into the seat across from her. "I hope you haven't been here long."

"No, I just ordered the drinks. I remember you drinking a herbal tea in the precinct last week so I ordered you another one," Olivia said and Edward nodded, settling into his chair and folding one leg over the other.

"Thank you very much," Edward said.

"Are you hungry?" Olivia wondered from him. "They do great sandwiches here. I might order one after my drink."

"Sounds like a plan," Edward spoke. "I should have called you earlier, Olivia. I have been busy with work, but that is no excuse. I never thought after that night-"

"-Ed, it is fine," Olivia promised him. "I just thought that we could maybe finish the conversation from last week considering we had been rudely interrupted. I get that the week has been busy…I know that."

"I admit I was having a good time last week," Edward admitted to her. "And I have spoken to Miss Kringle this week too. I realised that I shouldn't be shy. I need to be bolder. I suspect the only issue is that she is already dating somebody."

"Oh, Ed," Olivia sighed, but a part of her was slightly relieved over hearing that, knowing that Ed didn't sound like a good fit with Miss Kringle. "Are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine," Edward responded. "I know that Miss Kringle will soon see that she can do much better than the buffoon she is currently dating. She can do ten times better."

"Sometimes we make some interesting decisions when it comes to dating," Olivia said coyly. "I know that she might seem as though she is being blind…foolish…but she doesn't see it yet. Believe me, I have been there."

"You?" Edward asked from her.

Olivia arched a brow. "You sound shocked?" she asked of him.

"Well, you…you seem very sensible and strong," Edward said. "I doubt that you would date anyone who would…well…not treat you as you should be treated."

Olivia smiled and sipped on her hot chocolate. "That is really nice of you," she said. "But I did date someone who just wasn't that nice to me. It took me a few months to realise that he wasn't nice, but I finally did. I should have realised sooner, but when you think you love someone then you think they can change. It took me a long time to realise that wasn't the case."

"What did he do?" Edward enquired, but then held his hands up. "If you don't mind me asking."

"No," Olivia said, seeming slightly uncomfortable as she shifted in her chair and played with the cuffs of her blouse. "It's fine. I mean…I told Jim certain things, but I kept other things out. Just don't…don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Promise," Edward responded.

"Okay," Olivia said with a nod. "Well, I mean, I won't bore you with all the details, but there were times when he would…when he would make me feel bad. Like if I didn't want to go out then he would make me feel as though I was lazy or as though I didn't want to be seen in public with him. Then when we were out with his friends he would tell me to smile more…or if he saw me look miserable then he would accuse me of wanting to ruin his night…and then there was the jealousy. That was when I started to regret everything. He would see me talking to other men and call me names…you know…whore…slut…and that was when I told him we were over."

"That's horrible," Edward said, his face seeming to fall slightly as Olivia shrugged.

"I'm not the first and I won't be the last to go through it," she said. "It was when I broke up with him when he…he finally showed his true colours. He hit me. He apologised. Of course he apologised, but I told him to go or I would call the police. He left and tried to apologise, but I ignored him until he gave up."

Edward's mouth fell open. "He hit you?" he demanded from her and Olivia nodded.

"It was the first and last time he did it," she responded. "I never told Jim that. I knew that he would be angry with Jack, but I didn't want him to be angry with me for letting it get to that stage. I don't want him to see me as…well…someone who constantly needs protecting. It's bad enough that he is already overbearing."

"I am certain that Jim would not see it that way," Edward said. "I see how he adores you, Olivia. A blind man could see it. He cares very much about you and, I suspect, he would do anything for you. However, I confess, I have noticed that he seems very stressed at this moment in time."

"He's got a lot on his plate," Olivia said in response. "I haven't seen him in the last week."

"Well, no doubt it is because, as you say, he is busy," Edward spoke. "Regardless, Olivia, I believe that you deserve much more than a man like Jack. You are too kind…too kind for someone like him."

"Thanks, Ed," Olivia said. "But it is all in the past now. I mean, I've met you twice before this and I have told you something that I never told my own brother. That doesn't make sense to me."

"Sometimes we find it easier to confide in those who are not our own blood," Edward simply answered. "While we are supposed to tell the truth to those we hold dear to us, it is not always as easy to do, knowing that they might react in a way we do not want them to or, possibly, that we might disappoint them."

"I guess so," Olivia said. "But Jim and I don't keep things secret."

"Perhaps you should speak with him then?" Edward suggested to her.

Olivia shrugged. "Maybe," she admitted. "Anyway, we should talk about something else. How has your day at work been?"

The two of them lapsed into comfortable conversation about mediocre things, such as work and weekend plans. Edward asked Olivia about her job and in turn she asked him about how his childhood had been. He had told her about where he had grown up and what he had been like at school. The two of them had joked about terrible music and movies, alongside Olivia learning that Ed could play the piano. They ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and, after eating, they made their way to the parking lot. It was only when they were about to climb into their cars did Olivia see a familiar sight.

Tyres screeched in the parking lot and Olivia's eyes widened as she stood by her open car door. Edward was already in his car, but he soon climbed out of it once he had seen her loiter, a car pulling up to block hers from being able to pull out of a bay.

Jim climbed from the car, slamming the door behind him before seeing his sister. Olivia closed her own door as Edward began to move around his car, loitering by the hood of it as he saw Jim moved over to Olivia, a look of fear in his eyes. He grabbed hold of her upper arms, holding them tightly as he looked down to her.

"Are you okay? Has anyone seen you?"

"Jim, what are you talking about?" she demanded from him.

"I've been trying to call you for hours, Olivia," he snapped at her. "I found out where you were because I happened to see Harvey who said you were meeting Edward here."

"My cell is on silent and in my bag," Olivia said.

"Jesus, Olivia," Jim hissed. "Come on, I need to get you out of here."

"Detective Gordon," Edward spoke in a nervous voice. "What is going on here?"

"Ed, it doesn't concern you," Jim said, his voice stern and slightly curt. "You need to leave, Ed. Go home."

"Jim, don't be rude," Olivia demanded from her brother. "Are you going to tell me what is going on?"

"It's happening," Jim said with haste. "Liv, is it happening and I need you to get away from Gotham tonight, okay? I need you to leave while I deal with this. They're coming after me…Falcone…he has hit men coming after me."

"What?!" Olivia screeched and Edward wondered just what was going on. He noted how Jim's grip on his sister increased, his knuckles turning white and his eyes widening. Ed had never seen Jim look so worried before, despite the gruesome murder cases they had been working on. "Why is Falcone doing this?"

"Because Cobblepot has come forwards and Falcone knows he is alive," Jim told his sister. "Liv, I need you to come with me. I need to get you out of here…away from the city."

"But I have nothing-"

"-I have cash…one hundred bucks," Jim said. "You can't use your card-"

"-So how am I supposed to survive?" Olivia demanded from her brother. "I am not getting far on a hundred bucks and I'm not like Barbara. I don't have parents or anywhere to go…I have no one."

"You have me."

Olivia and Jim turned their gazes to Ed, looking to him as he pushed his glasses further onto his nose with his middle finger. Looking down to both of them, he did his best to comprehend what he had just done. Was he a fool? Was he putting himself in danger?

"I can't," Olivia said with a firm shake of her head. "Ed, you would be at risk."

"Perhaps," Edward agreed with her. "However, why would anyone come after me? No one would be looking for me. I can drive you back to my apartment and you can stay there until it is safe. You can't go home and if you go on your own…well…you have nowhere to go."

"Ed, that is sweet of you," Olivia informed him, moving to place a hand on his arm. "But this is not your fight."

Ed nodded, chewing on his cheek for a moment. "Correct," he spoke, eyes flashing over to Jim, "but I suspect it is not your mess either, Olivia."

Jim felt a slight amount of guilt at the way Ed was looking at him. He was right. He was telling the truth. This was not Olivia's fight. It was nothing to do with Olivia. She was innocent in all of this and Jim had dragged her into it.

"You owe me nothing, Ed," Jim said, his voice gruff. "I don't want to do this. I don't want to put you in this position, but maybe…maybe you are right. Maybe she would be safer with you than running on her own."

"I am here," Olivia said, pointing to her chest. "And I am not putting Ed in this position."

"I am offering," Ed said, "and I think it is the safest option logically speaking. No one would think you were with me. No one would look for me and therefore no one would look for you. You would be perfectly safe."

"It's not my safety I am worried for," Olivia said, turning her gaze back to her brother, her eyes wide and a look of fear held behind them. Jim moved quickly, wrapping his sister into his hold as he kissed the top of her head.

"I'll be fine," Jim said, not entirely certain if he was telling the truth. "This is my mess, Liv. I will deal with it…just…please go with Ed. I will call as soon as something happens."

"I don't like this, Jim," Olivia said and Jim pulled back, looking her in the eye with a serious stare. "I don't like this at all."

"You're not the only one," Jim said. "Now go with Ed and stay hidden. I will call when I have news."

Jim steered his sister toward's Ed car after she had locked her own. He opened the passenger door as Edward went to the driver's side. Moving to kiss her on the forehead once more, Jim noticed her toss her bag into the footwell of the seat before climbing to sit down.

"Stay safe, Jim," Olivia urged from her brother.

"You too, Liv," Jim said and slammed the car door shut.

Running to his own car, Olivia watched as her brother drove off and Edward turned the ignition on, putting the car into drive. She said nothing, choosing to keep silent as she looked out the window and Jim turned left while Ed waited to turn right. Looking to the forensic scientist, Olivia noticed how his focus remained on the road in front of him as she spoke.

"You don't need to do this," she said in a whisper. "You can take me to the bus station and I can go."

"You heard Jim," Edward told her. "He said you shouldn't use your card and you don't have enough cash."

"I can take cash out and then go," Olivia said.

Edward shook his head. "I doubt that Jim would be happy with me if he knew I had done that," he said. "No, Olivia, you need to be a ghost…go invisible…that way you will most certainly be safe."

"And if someone finds out you are with me?" she worried. "Ed, I don't want-"

"-No one will find out," Ed interrupted her constant worrying. "Olivia, everything is going to be just fine. I promise you."

She lapsed into silence then, realising that arguing was not going to get her anywhere, especially when Edward insisted on arguing back. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the headrest, folding one leg over the other before wondering how long she was going to be stuck with Ed for.

…

Ed said nothing, choosing to remain silent as he placed the kettle on the hob. He had placed a tea bag into two glass mugs, waiting for the water to boil. He had left Olivia to sit on the sofa after pulling out a spare duvet and pillows from his storage cupboard. He had left Olivia to make some kind of bed, even though he had insisted she have his bed.

Once he had finished making the two herbal teas, he moved over to Olivia who was sat with her legs crossed, her hands holding her head as her eyes remained on the floor. Sitting down next to her, Edward remained perched on the edge of the sofa as he handed her the tea.

"Thank you," she spoke, trying to manage a smile but failing miserably.

"You are welcome," Ed said. "It might help to settle the nerves. Olivia, may I ask you…well…your brother…what exactly is he involved in?"

Olivia scoffed, pushing a hand through her hair. "He's worked for the GCPD for less than a month and he has already managed to piss off the mob bosses due to his inability to accept corruption."

Edward said nothing, chewing down on his lip as Olivia shook her head and looked to him. "Sorry," she said, "I know that doesn't answer your question. It's about the Wayne murders."

Olivia told Ed exactly what her brother had told her the other night, but Ed had not looked shocked by any of it. He had accepted it with stoic acceptance. He seemed to understand better than Olivia had thought he might.

"Your brother is not one to let corruption go without punishment," Edward murmured. "However, perhaps that is what we need? Perhaps Gotham needs Jim Gordon?"

"But at what cost?" Olivia worried, sipping on her tea. "What if it fails? What if he can't clean up corruption?"

"He will not stop trying," Edward said. "I recognise that and I have only worked with him for a short space of time. I see the good in him just as I see the good in you…both of you…you want to help people. Detective Gordon's job just happens to be a lot more dangerous than yours."

Olivia shrugged and sniffed, wiping her eyes as she felt tears build up there. "Why couldn't he just do something and stay away from here?" Olivia said, voice harsh as she placed her cup onto the coffee table and Ed did the same, sensing she was about to let her anger shine through. Moving to her feet, she began pacing, hands on her hips and crumpling her white blouse. "I asked him not to come back here. I asked him not to take this job because I knew what would happen. I knew what he would do. I know him. I know how he is and I know what he is like. I just…why…why did he do this, huh? Why couldn't he just do as I asked?"

Edward knew he had to try and calm her. He held his hands up as she continued pacing. "Olivia, calm down."

"How can I calm down?" she demanded from Ed, her face thunderous. "He is out there and he is being hunted by people…people who might want to hurt him…Jim…all because he insisted on coming back here. If anything happens to him then what? What…I don't know what to do."

Ed suspected that this was the end of her anger. She had gone through worry to rage and now it was back at worry. Edward didn't entirely know how to soothe her as she sunk back down to sit on the sofa, hands going to her face as he saw her begin to shake, crying loudly. Ed perched by her side once more, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it out. She looked to him and took hold of it once she had finished crying, sniffing loudly as she wiped her eyes.

"Sorry," she said to him. "I've only just met you and you already know more about me than…well…any of my friends."

"Yes, well," Edward coughed. "I suspect our friendship hasn't had the most conventional beginning. However, I am not disappointed that I met you."

Olivia snorted and smiled loosely to Ed. "I wouldn't sound too happy about that, Ed, I might prove to be more hassle than I am worth."

"I doubt it," Ed said, his gaze locking with hers for a moment.

Olivia broke the eye contact, turning her gaze to the side and then running her hands up her thighs, looking to the door in the corner. "Mind if I use the bathroom?"

"Of course," Ed said and Olivia placed his handkerchief between them before standing up and moving into the bathroom. Edward remained sat where he was, watching her close the bathroom door before he let out a shaky breath, wondering exactly what it was he was doing with Olivia Gordon.