Harvey knew that Jim would be angry when he found out that he had told Ed about Olivia. He had expected rage and Jim to lash out, but he had done what he had had to do in the end. He had been forced to tell Ed to save not just his life but the lives of the cadets. But Jim had other issues to deal with. He needed to know why Uncle Frank was back in his life. And then his Uncle had told him what had happened to his father. His father had been part of the Court of Owls and he had been murdered. But how was that possible? Jim couldn't understand it. But he wanted to get to the bottom of it when he had time.

"You can move her," Harvey said to Jim as they stood in the GCPD together, whispering in the locker room so that no one could hear them. "Just ask Lee to have Falcone's men move her to another state somewhere and then he won't find her. I thought that he would have killed the cadets…I didn't know the toxin wasn't deadly at that time."

"I know, but now we have a bigger problem," Jim said, hands on his hips. "He knows that she is still alive. He will just keep going after her until he has her now…moving her around…Ed will want to find her."

"But he won't," Harvey said. "Surely that is all that matters, isn't it?"

"I…I don't know," Jim responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Olivia isn't exactly wanting to confide in me about things. She blames me for keeping her locked up and from Ed. She doesn't agree with what we did."

"You need to talk to her," Harvey urged from him. "I'm sorry for telling Ed about her, brother, but you really do need to talk to her."

"I will," Jim said, in the back of his mind already planning on getting the first flight out to Florida.

….

Olivia was reading a book when she heard a distinctive voice enter the room. Looking up from her place on the bed, she let her eyes glance over to Jim and she sighed softly at the sight of him. She didn't let her face completely relax, but she almost looked relieved just to see a friendly face.

"Hey," Jim said to her in a gentle voice.

"Hi," she responded.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like a prisoner," she retorted quickly.

"You know that I am only doing this for your own good."

"Locking your sister up against her will is not normal," she responded. "And I've seen the news, Jim. I know that Ed has been on a murderous rampage and you're looking for him…he…if he knew that I was still alive then he wouldn't have done that. I could have been there to stop him."

"Not an option. You are not responsible for his actions."

"That's not the point," Olivia retorted. "I might not be responsible for his actions, but I feel that I am. I feel that those lives could have been saved if you didn't push him off of a cliff and become this man."

"This is the man he has always been, Liv," Jim responded. "He is deranged and you know that. Deep down you know it is true."

"He was not always like this," Olivia snapped loudly and Jim sighed and shook his head. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it onto the bottom of her bed, leaving it there and sitting down on the side of the bed. He reached out and took hold of her hand. "You know that he was not always like this."

"I know," Jim replied, also whispering to her and squeezing her arm.

"I will come back and talk to him."

"I can't," Jim said.

"It isn't your decision to make," Olivia snapped. "I am a grown woman, Jim. I can choose my own path and I want to go and try to fix this."

"We have bigger things to worry about, Liv. It is Uncle Frank," Jim said and Olivia did her best to move her mind away from Ed and onto what Jim was now saying. She frowned at him and tilted her head to the side, her hair falling down her neck and her brow furrowing. "He came back because he had a reason to come back. He…he was telling me about dad, Liv. He told me that dad wasn't killed in a road traffic accident."

"What?" Olivia responded. "What is Uncle Frank talking about?"

"He claims that dad was murdered by a secret organisation called the Court of Owls," Jim informed her. She scoffed and shook her head.

"Has he lost his mind? Is he drinking?" she wondered and Jim sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell is the Court of Owls? It sounds like something he has made up."

"I know," Jim agreed with her. "But I need to investigate it."

"What?" Olivia snapped. "You believe him? The man leaves…what…two decades ago? And he now pops back up spouting this utter garbage and you listen to him?"

"I do not want to listen to him, Olivia," Jim sighed her name. "But I…I looked at Ness's file…the man who killed dad…and he was killed in prison. His medical file showed something interesting. He had liver inflammation and cannot drink anything, but he was drunk when he killed dad. How could he get behind the wheel if that was the case?"

"I don't know," Olivia said. "He could have just been able to drink a bit."

"No, Liv, if you have that condition then he wouldn't even make it behind the wheel," he said to her.

"So…what?" Olivia asked from her brother. "Are you trying to say that our father was murdered?"

"I…I don't know," Jim admitted to his sister. "I really don't know what is going on, Liv. I can't work it out. I don't know what this Court of Owls does or why they would kill dad, but there is something amiss. Ness's file proves that."

Jim moved to sit on the bed then. He sat next to his sister and pulled his legs onto the mattress, leaning against the headboard next to her. His sister sighed and she moved to rest against his side. Jim arched a brow and his eyes widened for a moment. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and let her nestle against him.

"I need to do something," Jim said to his sister. "Uncle Frank…he wants me to look into a weapon that is being brought to Gotham. He claims that it could destroy the city. I need to find out what the weapon is, but he has told me to stay away. He has told me to stay away from him and the Court."

"And perhaps he has a point," Olivia retorted to her brother. "Perhaps it would be best if you did stay out of things."

"That's not exactly in my nature," Jim responded to his sister.

"I know," Olivia retorted to her brother. "But I wish that it was. You know that you could leave Gotham. You could leave and come live here. It's sunnier. It's away from all of the crime and dangers of Gotham."

"But it is not me," Jim said to his sister. "Listen, I just need you to lay low for a while. Ed knows you are alive and moving you…well…he will not rest until he sees you."

"But there is nothing that I can give him. I can see him and tell him that, yes, I am alive, but I still do not want him."

"Not now, Liv," Jim said and kissed the top of her head.

"You cannot be serious," she said and her voice began to rise as he moved from the bed.

Standing up tall, he reached for his jacket and shrugged back into it. Olivia let out a deep breath and moved herself. She reached for her crutches and hobbled to stand up.

"Jim," she snapped his name. "I am being serious. You cannot just leave me here. I mean it."

"Whatever you mean will not change this," Jim said. "We faked your death to get you away from Ed. We did all of this to keep you safe. I am not going to ruin it now. You are going to stay here and get back on your feet. You're going to get better, Liv, and then you can decide where you want to go…but it is not Gotham and it is not to see Ed."

"You do not control me, Jim!" Olivia snapped as he looked to her and tilted his head to the side. "I appreciate that you want to keep me safe and help me, but this is not the way to go about it."

"I don't know how else I can keep you safe, Liv," Jim snapped loudly, arms flapping by his side while he watched his sister. "I don't know what more I can do except for keeping you here. I sat by your bed and I thought you were going to die…I've seen Ed hurt you…I've held you as you broke in front of me and look at you now. You can't walk. He…being in Gotham…it almost killed you and I cannot see anything happen to you again. So if this is what I have to do to keep you safe for now then so be it."

Jim began to walk away and Olivia yelled after him, but she couldn't catch him up. She couldn't get him to come back. All she could do was flop back onto the bed as she heard the door slam shut once more.

….

Four days had passed since Jim had left her. She had been in touch with her brother. He had told her that he had discovered that it had been Frank who had killed their father. He was the one who had done this. The weapon was due to arrive in Gotham's port that weekend and Jim was the one who had to find it. Olivia had tried to plead with him not to go, but he had not listened to her. He had not bothered to listen to her.

It was a sunny Friday morning when Olivia awoke to the noise of birds outside of the bedroom. She managed to shower and dress, brushing her teeth and looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair had grown almost too long for her liking and she looked quite gaunt and pale, despite being in a sunny state.

She finished dressing into her plain grey top and jogging pants before she heard footsteps from the other side of the door.

"Come in, Jason," she called out.

The door to the bedroom opened and Olivia held onto her crutches as she went over to the window, opening it slightly and letting some air in.

"I managed four steps yesterday on my own," she called out to him, looking out the window. "Still feels like a long way to go."

When he didn't respond with some motivational quote, she turned around and saw that it wasn't Jason. It was him. He had found her.

"Olivia," he spoke her name in a whisper, his gun still in his hand. He was dressed in a smart grey suit, hair neatly pushed back on the top of his head. Olivia struggled to think of something to say. She should have seen this coming. Instead her eyes went down to the gun in his hand.

"You…the guards…"

"Out cold in the living room," he said, looking to his gun. "I only knocked them out."

"Jason will be here in a minute," Olivia said to him. "He is my physiotherapist. You should go. You shouldn't even be here, Ed."

"How can you say that?" Ed wondered from her, pocketing his gun and moving towards her. "As soon as I found out you were alive I did everything I could to find you. You have no idea how many favours I had to pull in before one of Falcone's men turned mole and told Barbara where you were."

"You worked with Barbara?"

"Needs must," was all that he responded with. "But I am here now, Olivia. I am here for you."

"Ed," Olivia's voice stuttered over his name.

She didn't know what she could say to him. She was struggling to find the words. Ed continued watching her. He couldn't help but note how different she looked compared to before. Her clothes were baggy on her and her hair was unkempt. She looked nothing like the pristine Olivia he had known before. She looked completely different. He bit down on his tongue as the two of them just continued to stare at each other.

"I know you think that you do not love me-"

"-I do not think that," Olivia responded and she managed to hobble back over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, she placed the crutches next to her and looked to him once more as he continued loitering, hands dropping down to his hips. "I do not know what I think, Ed," Olivia whispered honestly to him. "I would not have done this to you, however, because it was cruel. It was too cruel."

"But your brother was willing to do it to me," Ed said and he moved over to kneel in front of her. "He is trying to keep you from me."

"Can you blame him?" Olivia wondered back, trying to move away from him but finding herself trapped. "We are toxic together. What we have is dangerous…and you…you are a killer, Ed. You seem to be forgetting that. I do not want a future with you…not really…I want a normal life. I want a man who hasn't killed someone. I want a man who I know I can trust."

"That isn't what you want," Ed responded to her, shaking his head firmly. "You know that, Olivia. You want me."

"I want the old you," Olivia whispered.

"And he is still here," Ed said and moved his hand out to stroke her cheek. She closed her eyes and Ed noted her breathing hitch. She let out a strangled breath and Ed almost smirked. Her denial would fall on death ears. "I can be that man for you, Olivia, just give me a chance…give me a chance to prove it to you," he whispered as he leant in closer to her and his lips pressed to hers. Olivia closed her eyes and took a moment before regaining her senses. She shook her head and pushed him back.

"No," she firmly said to him. "You have to go. You need to get out of here before Jason comes. I mean it, Ed."

"Come with me," Ed urged from her. "Get away from this prison. Let me look after you."

She shook her head sadly at that. "I can't."

"You came to me that night at the Manor," he reminded her. "You came to me and you spent the night with me. Don't pretend it didn't mean anything."

"And then I left the following morning," she reminded him. "Ed, please, you know the truth now. Just go before you get into trouble. I know that Jim is looking for you for a string of murders. If he finds out you are here…or with me…he will arrest you. So just go."

Ed shook his head, but a smile remained firm on his face as he listened to her. He moved to cup both of her cheeks in his hands and kissed her firmly on the lips. Olivia startled but Ed pulled away before she could do anything. He stood up straight and paced around the room.

"You want me to go so I don't get arrested," he said, sounding almost gleeful. "You still want to save me which means you see that I can be saved…and you, Olivia, you are the only one who can do it. Truly, you are the only one with that power and no matter how much you claim otherwise, I know you want to."

"Ed-"

"-Don't deny it," he said, interrupting her and placing a finger to her lips. "I'll go, but I will be back. You need time to see what is right."

Olivia didn't even bother arguing with him. Instead she watched him continue to smile widely and leave the apartment, looking at her with glee. Shaking her head, she began to wonder how she could get out of this mess or if she even really truly wanted to.