Olivia sat in Lee's apartment, her hand holding onto a glass of wine. Lee was sat on the sofa next to her, her own hand holding onto a mug of tea. Olivia looked to the young woman next to her, wondering what was going through Lee's mind. She wondered if she was as worried as Olivia was. She bit down on her bottom lip before she felt Lee move to rest a hand on her arm. She gave it a squeeze and smiled at Olivia, trying to comfort her.

"You okay?" Lee asked from her.

"Holding up," Olivia said. "What about you?"

"Barely holding up," Lee admitted. "Pregnancy and…well…not knowing what is going on is destroying me, Olivia. It is scaring me."

"I know," Olivia said to Lee. "But we will do everything we can to get Jim out of this. The trial starts tomorrow and it could go either way. The lawyer seems…well…confident enough."

"I just need him back," Lee said, looking to the engagement ring on her finger. "I need him to come home to me."

"We are going to try," Olivia said to her, moving to squeeze her hand as she took a swig of her wine. She downed it almost in one, the taste of it sweet on her tongue. She continued to squeeze onto Lee's hand, not wanting to let her go. "We are going to do everything we can to free him. I struggle going to sleep at night…I just think about him in that cell and I know he is innocent. It doesn't feel right."

"I feel the same," Lee assured her. "I can't sleep and I can't even function at work. People watch me, Olivia. They watch me all of the time."

"I know," she said to her. "I can't even go to work without people glaring at me…some of the parents have even asked for their children to be moved to a different class. The school have said that maybe I should take a few weeks off until the trial is over and until things calm down."

"That sounds fair," Lee said to her, holding her mug on her thigh. "I think…depending on what happens…I don't want to stay in Gotham, Olivia. I want to move away where no one knows us. I want a fresh start where we can raise this baby in peace. I need that."

Olivia realised that was a lot to digest. She hadn't thought about Lee leaving, but it made sense. Why would she even want to contemplate staying in Gotham? What was there keeping her here except Jim? There was nothing. If Jim was freed then Olivia would even encourage for him to go. He deserved to go to a city and be free to raise his child without worrying.

"I agree," Olivia said to her. "I think that would be for the best. Jim would like that too."

"And you?" Lee asked from her. "What do you want to do?"

Olivia shrugged. "I hadn't thought of it," she responded. "I enjoy my job here, but maybe a fresh start wouldn't be the worst thing. Maybe it would be what I need…but there is Ed…"

"How has Ed been?"

"A saint," Olivia answered honestly to her. "He cooks for me every night…tries to distract me…make me feel better. He can sometimes be quite suffocating, but he means well. I like living with him and I've been wondering if maybe I should ask if he wants to make it permanent."

"As in move in together properly?"

"Yeah," Olivia responded. "I love him, Lee. He's the nicest guy I've ever dated. He treats me so well and I just adore being with him. I love him so much."

Lee nodded. She almost wanted to cry. She felt the same about Jim and she wanted that back. She wanted her fiancé back and she needed him with her. The idea of raising a child on her own scared her.

"But whatever happens," Olivia said, wondering if she had said too much, "I will be here for you, Lee. You're not only dating my brother, but you're…well…my best friend. I see you as a sister more than anything ever since you've been around."

Lee blamed her hormones and her eyes widened and tears started to drop down her cheeks. Olivia moved to hold onto her. She hugged her, her grip tight and she placed her wine down onto the coffee table. Her grip was tight and Lee rested her head on her shoulder. Olivia let her cry on her, as she did most nights, comforting her through this entire ordeal.

…

"Hey."

Ed greeted Olivia once she had entered his apartment. He had changed into his pyjamas already after he had finished dinner. He had made a stir fry for dinner and it was simmering away, ready to be served for when Olivia came back from Lee's. He bent down, kissing her softly in greeting. Ever since her brother had gone to jail, he had been gentle with her. He had to admit that the passion had died slightly. The stage in their relationship where they couldn't keep their hands off each other had died out. But obviously Ed knew why. Olivia needed comfort, not passion. He could provide her with that too. He could give her everything.

"Hi," Olivia said and Ed helped remove her coat, hanging it up for her. She had her bag dropped on the floor and Ed locked the door behind her too. "Ed, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah," Ed said. "Of course, what is it?"

"I was talking to Lee," Olivia said to him and he walked her over to the dining table, pulling a chair out for her. He moved and dished up the stir fry as she continued talking to him. "She was saying about how she wants to leave Gotham when this is over. She doesn't want to stay here."

"Really?" Ed asked her, moving the plates onto the dining table. He took his seat beside Olivia, picking up his fork and digging into the noodles. "I suppose that would make sense…it would give her a fresh start."

"We're both hoping that Jim will be free and go with her. They can make a new life for themselves," Olivia said. "They can do that without being constantly talked about…even if Jim gets acquitted then people will still talk."

"That would be the best case scenario," Ed agreed.

Olivia didn't pick at her food. She was too focused on the conversation that they were holding. She had been thinking about on the drive over to Ed's and she needed the confidence to do it.

"Would you ever consider moving?" she blurted out, any form of subtlety gone from her. She just wanted to be straight and she wanted to be honest. "Ed, people are calling me all kinds of names in the staff room. I have parents calling the school wanting me to be removed. I just…I don't want it. I think that maybe moving away might be for the best…a fresh start…but I can't imagine doing it without you, Ed…I want us to be together."

"You…what are you saying?" Ed asked from her, slightly flummoxed.

"I'm saying that I want us to be together," she said to him. "I don't want to go back to my own apartment. I want us to find somewhere…in the future…away from Gotham."

"Wow," Ed said. He had not been prepared for this conversation to take place. He remained silent, doing his best to gather his thoughts. He nodded his head at her and put down his fork on the edge of his plate. "You want to move in together? Properly?"

"Yes," she said to him. "I do."

"And you want to move away from Gotham?"

"In the future," Olivia nodded her head. "I want to get away from this city. It has nothing but bad memories. If we are going to be together then I want to be somewhere safe."

"Okay," Ed said, digesting this information. It was a lot to take in. He nodded his head. "I don't want us to leave just yet."

"Of course not," Olivia agreed. "There's still loose ends and things we need to think about, but in the future…maybe?"

"Yes," Ed confirmed to her. "I can find work in any forensic department."

It would give him distance between Dougherty, Kringle and Pinkney too.

"In the meantime," Ed said, "you don't need to go back to your apartment. If you want to move in together then I want that too."

"You're sure?"

"Positive," Ed responded, voice confident. "I want you to live with me, Olivia. I want to move in together and be with you."

"Okay," Olivia said. Ed moved then, his hand going to rest on top of hers. He gave it a quick squeeze and picked it up, kissing the back of her hand tenderly. "Okay, we're really going to do this."

"We're going to do this," Ed echoed back in a promise to her. "This is the right thing, Liv. It just feels so right."

Olivia smiled at him and moved from her seat. She wasn't even hungry, despite Ed having cooked a delicious meal. She would warm it up later. Ed pulled out his chair and let her sit down on his lap. His arm wrapped around her waist and she bent down, kissing him slowly and almost sensually. Pulling back after a second, she draped both arms over his neck.

"You know, you've been great the past few weeks, Ed," Olivia said to him.

Ed shrugged. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"A lot of guys would have ran for the hills," she informed him. "But not you."

"Never," Ed whispered against her lips as he pecked them softly.

"I'm sorry if I've seemed distant…not here," Olivia said to him.

"Understandable," he said. "You're going through a lot and your mind is on your brother."

"But thank you for being here," she said.

"I'm not going anywhere," Ed promised in a soft whisper, kissing her again and holding her to him, silently happy with the way things had turned out.

…

Jim had lost the trial. He had been found guilty by the jury and sentenced to forty years in jail. Olivia and Lee had clung onto each other as the verdict had been delivered, both of them completely uncertain on what it was they should do now. There had to be an appeal process. There had to be a way for them to fight this. Ed had sat by Olivia's side during the entire process, listening to Jim's defence and thinking about how flimsy it sounded. He had no evidence to support him. It sounded like a conspiracy theory. Ed had managed to get away with it. He had managed to get rid of Jim completely.

Olivia had insisted that they launch an appeal, but Jim had not been as keen. He knew the pain it would put Lee and Olivia under. He already knew what they were going through now. They had come to see him after the trial and had promised they would help, but he had dismissed them. He had told them to move on with their lives, but how was that possible?

Walking into Lee's apartment, Olivia frowned as she saw her packing boxes. Biting down on her tongue, she shook her head. The place was in disarray, boxes flung everywhere with newspaper hanging out of them.

"What are you doing?" Olivia asked her.

"Leaving," Lee simply spoke, hands on her hips. "Jim has made it clear that he doesn't want to see me, not while he is in jail."

"And you're going to listen to him?" she asked from her.

"What else can I do?" Lee asked. "He has denied all of my visitation applications and the idea of waiting forty years for him is killing me. Perhaps he is right? Perhaps we need to move on?"

"I can't," Olivia said to her. "I can't abandon him."

"We didn't abandon him," Lee denied. "We did everything that we could for him and I don't know what more we can do, Olivia. He won't appeal the case…we don't know how to look into it…Harvey admits he is at a loose end. I don't know what else we can do."

Olivia hated to admit that she was right. Everything felt lost. Hope felt like it had gone. Jim had even refused to see Olivia, despite her persistent requests. Sitting down on the sofa in between two boxes, Olivia sighed, her red coat falling open and revealing the dark green dress she wore with thick black tights.

"I know," Olivia admitted to Lee. "I understand why you want to leave."

"I don't think I will be able to move on…not for a long time," Lee said to Olivia. "It is the last thing on my mind and I will write to Jim all of the time, but I don't want to be in Gotham. I want to give birth and raise our child away from this city."

Olivia understood that too. She sniffed as she did her best not to cry. She didn't want Lee to think that she had to worry about her. She would be fine. Olivia would see to it that she would look after herself. Lee moved a box and sat down next to Olivia.

"You know that you can visit me whenever you want," she said in a soft tone, hand going to rest on Olivia's arm. "You are always going to be this baby's aunt."

"I know," Olivia whispered in response. "It just feels strange, Lee."

Lee nodded. "I know," she agreed with her, "but I am always going to be here for you."

"Likewise," Olivia said and embraced her tightly.

…

Olivia felt a headache coming on as she returned to Ed's apartment. She held the keys in her hand once she had taken the elevator up to it. Wandering down the corridor, she unlocked the door and pushed it open. Closing it behind her, she dropped the keys onto the small table next to it and hung her coat up. Raking a hand through her hair, she moved through to find a glass. Filling it with water, she wondered if Ed had any headache tablets.

She pulled open the cupboard doors, looking for some kind of medicine. Moving through them, she found nothing before remembering that Ed had aspirin in his bedside table. He had told her he kept it there when she had asked him before. She went to it, pulling the drawer open and finding the box. She was about to close it when she noticed something peeking out from underneath his socks. She frowned, moving them out of the way.

"What the…" she trailed off, eyes widening as she pulled the glasses out of the drawer. They were the same glasses that she had found weeks ago. They were the same glasses that Ed was supposed to have returned to Kristen Kringle. So why were they still in his beside table?

…

A/N: Do let me know what you think!