Walking into the GCPD, Jim wondered just what was going on. He had gone for his local coffee that morning and caught someone trying to rob from the place. He wondered what had been going on when he had brought the perpetrator into the precinct and locked him. Everyone had been looking at him as though he had done something wrong when all he had done was his job. He'd gone to see Harvey who had told him all about Penguin giving licences for crimes to be committed.

Jim didn't know how the GCPD could be taken seriously if Penguin was giving licences to commit crimes. Penguin had managed to take control over the underworld after what had happened with the Tetch virus and the Commissioner was in his pocket too. Jim despised it. He despised the fact that he was now working underneath Penguin.

It had been five months since the Tetch virus had taken hold of Gotham and the antidote had been proven to be very effective. Jim had returned to work in the GCPD and Lee had left the city after leaving him a letter, telling him how sorry she was for everything she had done. She had left Olivia a letter too, but Jim didn't know if she had received it. He found himself sitting at his desk after his conversation with Harvey about how unethical Penguin's licences were.

Looking at the photo there, he picked it up and looked at his sister's smiling face as she stood in her cap and gown, her face glowing and her smile beaming. He had his arm wrapped around her, dressed in a smart suit and a look of pride on his face. And he had been proud. He had been so proud of Olivia for doing what she wanted to do. She had gotten her degree and secured a teaching job, doing something she loved. She always had loved math.

Sitting back in his chair as he held the photo, he saw Harvey approach him with a mug of coffee, no doubt trying to calm him down after their previous disagreement.

"She still not talking to you?" Harvey wondered as he took his old seat across from Jim. He still wasn't used to being the one in charge of everything. Jim placed the photo frame back down and shrugged his shoulders.

"Not really," Jim said.

He remembered going to find her after the antidote had been deployed all around Gotham. She had gone to a hotel and checked in there, Jim finally managing to track her down. She had argued with him, blaming him for what had happened to Ed. She had told him how she would have been able to stop him if she had still been infected. Why did he have to give her the antidote before she got to Ed? Jim had told her that he had done the right thing, but she was so consumed by grief that she didn't see it that way.

"She's just upset and angry," Harvey said, sipping on his own coffee.

"It's been months, Harvey," Jim said. "And it's not like I can do anything about Penguin if he does have Ed, as she so claims because he's untouchable."

"So what?" Harvey wondered. "What does she intend on doing?"

"I don't know," Jim said. "She just said that she would deal with it herself, but I don't know what that means. She's gone her own way and I don't seem to fit into her plans, no matter how much I try to get her to open up to me."

Harvey let out a sigh as Jim moved his gaze from the picture to pick up his mug. He sipped on the filtered coffee, feeling it burn the roof of his mouth before cradling the mug in his hands, letting it warm up his palms.

"She's gone through a lot, Jim," Harvey said to his friend. "My best guess is that she'll talk to you again soon. She loves you and you love her. That's all that matters."

Jim nodded. He wasn't entirely certain on that point, but he hoped it was true. "She's moved out and has her own life now. She…it's like I don't know her."

And that was true. The few times that she did answer his calls she had been curt and abrupt with him. She barely spoke to him and he knew that she was angry with him and the police force. They had done nothing to find Ed, but in truth, going against Penguin was suicide at that moment in time and not many people cared about what happened to Ed. He wasn't exactly one of the GCPD's favourite guys.

Jim had no idea what his sister was getting up to. She had managed to get her job back as a teacher after explaining what had happened and why she had been forced to fake her own death. They all said how horrible it was, but Olivia didn't see it that way. They fawned over how horrid it must have been to have dated Ed, but she humoured them and remained silent to get her job back. She would work late into the evening and then go home, locking herself away.

"Maybe it might be worth talking to her?" Harvey said. "You know, going to her apartment and finding her?"

"Yeah, maybe," Jim said in a non-committal tone, but he worried about what he would find and what would happen.

…

Olivia could hardly believe what she was seeing on the news. She had thrown a fit of rage in her apartment, tossing her phone to the side and smashing the bowl that she had been holding when the news had come on. There it was. Edward's face was on the screen with news that he had been frozen by Penguin because he had a rare brain disease.

"The lying bastard," Olivia seethed and she stood up, moving over to the drawings that sat on her desk. Hunching over them, she looked at the images and moved her fingers over the plans. She had been plotting for quite some time, knowing that she had to be certain before she made her move.

But now her anger was uncontrollable. She never thought that Penguin could be so brash, but clearly she was wrong. She looked at the photo frame on her desk, seeing the photo of her with Ed that she kept there as motivation. She looked to his smiling face that was looking down onto her as she looked up to him, both of them enveloped in each other's grip on a blustery autumn day as the leaves fell from the trees in the park where they walked.

"He's not going to get away with this," Olivia promised Ed.

She frowned as she heard a knock on her front door and she looked to it. A part of her had been worried that every time there was a knock, it might be Penguin. She knew it was unrealistic. He'd had his revenge on Ed and told her that he would leave her alone, but that still didn't stop her from fearing the worst. She despised constantly feeling like she had to look over her shoulder in case he got wise to her plans.

Moving to the door, she picked up the gun that she kept hidden in her desk drawer on the way. Pulling it open, she left it just on the chain before letting out the breath she had held in. She tucked her gun into the waistband of her a-line skirt and tugged her jumper over it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I came to see you."

"I'm fine," Olivia responded, looking at her brother with his smart suit and his grey coat over it. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and his eyes were set on his sister intensely. "You don't need to check up on me."

"I'm not checking up on you," Jim said and then sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders and looking to the sky for a moment. "I guess I am checking up on you, but only because I'm sure you've seen the news."

"I've seen it," Olivia said to her brother.

"And?" Jim questioned.

"And what?"

"Olivia, don't play dumb with me," Jim demanded. "And can't we talk about this inside? It's kind of cold out here and you are my sister."

Olivia nodded. She took the chain off the door and pulled it open. She let Jim in and he looked around. Her apartment was in a nice area with surrounding parks and lakes, but her apartment was quite empty. There was a large open planned living area with a desk against a wall, a lamp burning bright over it. The kitchen was sleek and modern with white worktops and marble counters. Her living space had one large sofa that looked at a television with a coffee table on a white rug. He would enjoy living in such a place. He knew that he would. But Olivia had decided to go out on her own. She didn't want to live with Jim.

"It's a nice place," Jim said, looking around at it before his eyes landed on the photo on her desk and his jaw tightened as he looked to Ed in the image.

"I don't know what you want, Jim," Olivia said, moving to pick up her glass of wine from the kitchen counter. "I really don't have anything to tell you."

Jim moved to stand on the other side of the island counter, sitting down on a bar stool and clearly making himself at home.

"Well, I have something to tell you," Jim said to his sister. "I went to Penguin's new club this afternoon while he was doing the press briefing and he told me all about Ed. He claims that he froze him because he had a rare brain condition. It was what he wanted, apparently, until a cure was found."

"I heard on the news," she said as Jim nodded to her glass of wine.

"Do I get one of those?"

Wordlessly, Olivia moved to pull a glass from the cupboard and she set it down next to the bottle. Pouring the white wine into it, she slid it across to Jim when she had finished. She leant against the worktop in front of her as Jim took a sip of the wine and nodded.

"Nice," he commented. "You always did have a good taste in wine."

"What do you want, Jim?" Olivia deadpanned with him and he shrugged.

"Can't I just come and see my sister?"

"On the same night news about Ed being frozen is released? I'd say that's a coincidence," Olivia said, her tone dry and low as she waited for him to say something back to her. He sighed and then nodded, knowing that he should tell her the truth, no matter how much he wanted to keep it to himself.

"He has affidavits from doctors claiming that Ed wanted to be frozen," Jim said.

"And you had my statement saying that wasn't the case," Olivia retorted, her grip on the glass tightening.

"I know."

"And you did nothing," Olivia sniped. "You're supposed to be a detective and you did nothing…no one in the GCPD was interested in what I told them had happened because you were all running around scared of Penguin."

"It's a delicate situation, Liv," Jim said.

"Delicate?" she spat the word back at him. "There is nothing delicate about it, Jim. Penguin froze Ed."

"I know," Jim said. And he did believe his sister. He would always believe her. He settled back on the stool, swirling his liquid around his glass and watching it with intensity. "And I know it is wrong. Do you think that I don't hate it? Do you think that I like what is happening? But I am just one man, Olivia. I try to change things, but I struggle. I struggle because no one backs me up."

Olivia remained silent and looked into the depths of her white wine. She knew her brother very well and she knew that he was a man who tried to do good. He tried to help and she knew that he would be hating what was going on in the GCPD.

"Look, Liv, I came here because of what Penguin said to me," Jim said to her. "I went and I questioned him about Ed…I told him that I knew the truth about what had happened because of you and what you had seen. He warned me off delving deeper into it, said that he had all the evidence he needed for no one to believe me."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him that the truth would come out eventually, but he…he threatened you, Liv," Jim finally admitted to her. "He told me that if you started speaking up and causing him trouble then he knew plenty of people who could…take care of you."

Olivia chuckled darkly and nodded. "Shut me up?" she questioned. "I expected as much."

"You're not going to do anything brash, are you, Liv?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Hadn't intended to," she retorted and Jim eyed her suspiciously. She remained completely silent, her lips sitting on the rim of her wine glass as she took a sip and Jim groaned in annoyance before placing his own glass down.

"Listen, Liv, I hate what's going on between us. I know that you blame me for what happened to Ed because I stopped you from going to him, but I only did what I had to do to save you. You're my sister. You're my little sister and I swore that I would protect you when our parents died. That is all I have tried to do."

Olivia knew that he was right. She hated herself for taking her anger out on him. He was her brother and he had always looked out for her. But she knew that her life would be so different if he had just let her go for Ed and stop Penguin. She had the virus in her veins and it made her stronger than she had ever been before. She would have been able to stop him easily and then her and Ed could have left the city.

"I know," she said to him.

"Then stop shutting me out," Jim tried to reason with her. "Stop shutting me out from your life. I miss you."

"I miss you too," Olivia said.

Jim continued to watch her and Olivia wondered if she could tell him the truth. She wished that she could tell him what she was planning and how she was planning on doing it. She lapsed into conversation with him about things that weren't important, knowing that it felt forced, but it was a step in another direction. Besides, she had a feeling that Jim might not see her again one day when she went through with her plan.

…

The Iceberg Lounge was everything that Olivia had thought it might be. She looked around, seeing how it was similar to the last time she had visited and Barbara had been in charge. She stood at the bar and ordered a cosmopolitan cocktail before looking around the room. She did her best not to look directly at Ed as he was frozen, knowing that it could break her down if she stared at him for too long. But she had to be strong. She had to be the strong one and she had to keep working on her plan.

Looking to the corner of the room, she saw that there was a hidden door behind a large painting, the only give away was a small keyhole. She knew that the control room was in there where the CCTV was. She let her eyes scope the corners of the room, seeing the small cameras that were dotted around.

"Olivia Gordon, I hadn't expected to see you here anytime soon."

Picking up the cocktail glass, Olivia took a sip of the cosmopolitan as she turned around and leant back against it as Penguin approached her. He stood before her, holding his cane in his hand. He was dressed in a smart purple suit with a red tie, his hair neatly coiffed and his smile fixed on his face.

"I thought I'd come and check out Gotham's hottest new nightclub. I see you had a refurbish," she said to him.

"Well, I found Barbara's décor rather out-dated," Penguin said. "I see you've already seen the star of the show."

He motioned to Ed in the middle, the man still frozen in the same pose as he had been on the docks. Olivia looked over to him and she knew Penguin was looking at her and waiting to see her reaction. She gulped to herself and then looked back to him, trying not to let him see her anger and upset. She had to play her cards right.

"I've seen him," was all that she offered Penguin.

He had expected more. He had expected her to be angry. He had expected snarky comments. But there was nothing. He remained silent for a few moments, trying to weigh her up.

"He's quite the talking piece," Penguin said. "Of course, people are rather optimistic that a cure will be found for his brain disease, but I can't say that I am as optimistic."

"I suppose you wouldn't be," she drawled back.

His teeth ground together. What was she doing? What was going on? He chewed on the inside of his cheek as Olivia downed her cocktail and sauntered over towards Ed. The heels of her black shoes clicked on the floor as she moved in between the other patrons of the club who were drinking and chatting, a band playing music on the stage. Standing before him, Olivia folded her arms and crumpled her plum dress in the process. Her gaze met Ed's eyes and she continued to watch him for a few moments.

"Are you going to stop this pretence?" he demanded to know from her. Penguin stood besides her as Olivia tucked her hair behind her ears and looked over to him. "Because this is almost as creepy as Ed being frozen."

Olivia shrugged her shoulders at him. "What do you want from me?" she questioned. "You want me to start shrieking hysterically and crying for him? You want me to yell at you for lying to everyone? You're not getting anything from me."

Penguin had to admit that he was shocked. Olivia looked to him, her eyes narrowed and her lip curled upwards. Shaking her head, she leant closer to him and hissed down to him. "You're reign won't last for long," she warned him.

She left him then, her hips swaying after she had cast one final look at Ed. Leaving the club, she finally came to the sidewalk and took in deep breaths. She felt as though she had been holding her breath ever since she stepped foot in the bar. Moving along the sidewalk, Olivia felt the chill of the night and wished she had brought a coat with her. She clutched onto her small bag that hung draped over her shoulder and looked for any sign of a cab. Finally, she managed to hail one and jumped in, sitting back and returning home.

Penguin had followed Olivia onto the street, suspecting that she was up to something. There was no way she would have been so calm when she had seen Ed if she wasn't up to something. There was a look in her eye. It had been a determined look and he knew that he couldn't trust her. But what could she possibly be doing? How could she possibly be plotting something? She was just a schoolteacher. She was a schoolteacher who had nothing.

Shaking his head, Penguin wondered if he was over-reacting. But he wasn't going to take any risks, not where Ed was concerned.

…

Olivia had gone to work the following day and had done her job. Returning home, she looked down at the plans on her desk and picked up a pen, making a note of the location of security cameras in Penguin's club. She tossed aside the drawings for his house now that she knew Ed wasn't there. She wouldn't need a way to break in there now. Moving one leg over the other, Olivia reached for her wine glass and knew that her plan would soon be ready to execute. Now that she knew where Ed was, she could make her move. She just needed a way to get into the club while it was empty. She hadn't thought about that as of yet.

"You're smart enough, Liv."

Olivia closed her eyes as she heard his voice in her mind. She didn't know when she had started longing to see him. She didn't know when his voice had started appearing in her mind and she swore he was there next to her. Looking up, Olivia peered into the mirror that hung above the fireplace on the other wall. She swung around in her chair and she saw him there. He was dressed in a green suit with a white shirt and tie, his hair neatly combed and his glasses on his nose.

"Am I?" Olivia asked from him. "Because I keep putting it off in case I've missed something, but I've been planning this for ages now."

"Because you can't rush these things," he said to her and she stood up, folding her arms over her chest and moving towards the mirror as he spoke to her. "It can be difficult to outsmart Penguin, but you've got the brains and you've had the patience."

"I should have been quicker," Olivia said. "I've left you for too long."

He smirked at hearing her say that and shook his head. "You've done the right thing and I would wait for you no matter how long it took. You know that, Olivia."

"I know," she whispered back, standing inches from him. "It's so weird, Ed, it's like you're actually here with me, but I know you're not…I know this is all in my head and I wonder if it's the sleeping pills."

"You're still taking them?"

"Can't sleep without them," Olivia shrugged and twirled a strand of her hair behind her ear. "But I still have the nightmares. I think there's only one way that they're going to away."

He nodded. "Maybe," he said, agreeing with her on that point. "Just be careful, okay? I'd rather stay frozen like this than have you risk yourself for me."

"Anyone ever tell you that you can be quite the romantic?"

He chuckled. "Not that I recall, but you are usually the exception to all of my rules."

"Likewise," Olivia said to him. He winked once back to her and then disappeared before she turned around and sighed. She turned out the lights in the room and downed the rest of her wine. Moving through to the bathroom, she decided to shower for bed. Turning on the water, she let it warm up as she began to unzip her dress.

She didn't get far, however. She heard a sudden banging noise and looked up. She suspected that it must be something happening outside. But then she heard it again. Leaving the water running, Olivia took a few moments to compose herself before she left the bathroom and heard footsteps. Something was wrong. She knew that.

She sidestepped into her bedroom and reached into her dresser for her gun. Pulling it out, she kept it dangling down by her side and listened as the footsteps grew louder. Closing her eyes, she knew that she could do this. She could cope with whoever it was. She had spent five months taking self-defence classes and had learned how to shoot, not trusting Penguin to leave her alone.

She had wondered if she was paranoid, but now she knew that she wasn't. She was anything but paranoid as someone moved further down the corridor of her apartment. She had left the shower running for a reason. The footsteps came off of the carpet and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. She moved then, her movements quick and as silent as she could be with her bare feet.

Coming to the open bathroom door as the man peeled the curtain back to her shower over the bath, Olivia pressed the barrel of her gun against the back of his head.

"Don't move," she warned him.

He remained still, knowing that he was at a disadvantage. Olivia took the safety lock off the gun, hearing it click slowly as she kept her finger on the trigger.

"Who sent you?" she demanded.

"Who d'you think?" he asked.

Olivia knew she had to be smart. He was bigger than she was. He was dressed all in black, a gun by his side with a silencer on the end of it. He had a bald head and his shoulders were broad and muscular.

"I'd guess Penguin," Olivia said.

He chuckled. "Clever girl, aren't you?" he asked from her. "But are you brave enough to pull that trigger?"

He spun around quickly then, looking her in the eye as she stepped back and he knew that this was her first time. He was a hired assassin. He knew how to deal with people quickly enough.

"I didn't think so," he said and Olivia saw him begin to raise his own gun and she acted quickly. She pulled the trigger, barely registering her own movement. The bang echoed around the room and the man in front of her slump forwards, the bullet having gone straight through his chest. He slumped to the floor and Olivia jumped back, the gun in her shaking hands as his head hit the sink while he collapsed to the floor.

Olivia stumbled into the hallway as blood seeped from his body and he stayed limp on the ground. Falling to her knees, Olivia held onto the doorframe and tossed the gun to the side. She had killed someone. She had just shot a man and hadn't even hesitated. She shook her head slowly and took deep breaths.

She had to call the police. She had to call Jim. It had been self-defence. She could tell them that. It was the truth. If she didn't shoot him then he would have shot her. He would have killed her if she hadn't have shot him first and she doubted he would be sat on the floor and hyperventilating.

"Jim," Olivia whispered her brother's name and crawled towards her bedroom where she had left her cell phone, uncertain if she would be able to stand. "Jim…he can help…he'll believe me…"

She reached for her phone and knew that she had to call him. She searched for his number, but her hand froze over the call button. If she called him then she would have to give a statement. She would have to tell him that Penguin had sent someone after her. He would search the apartment and he would find the plans for Penguin's club. He would stop her from going through with her plan. He couldn't do that. And then there was Penguin. He clearly thought that she was a threat which meant that she had to deal with her plan sooner rather than later.

She tossed her phone onto her bed and left it there before realising that she had to do something she never thought she could do before.

…

The club closed at gone one in the morning and Penguin had watched everyone leave. He had sat on a bar stool and had looked down at his phone, waiting for the call that he needed. He needed to know that Olivia Gordon wasn't going to be a threat to him. Shaking his head, he wondered if he had been brash in thinking that she was plotting something, but her appearance at his club had been too suspicious for him to think anything other than that.

"Not interrupting, am I?"

Looking to the door, he saw her stood there, arms folded over her chest. Moving further into the club, she passed by Ed, the familiar ache in her chest as she heard his voice in the back of her mind again.

"Stay calm. You did what you had to do and he won't believe it. You're a threat, Olivia, and he's underestimated that."

"As a matter of fact, I was hoping that I would see you."

"Just not alive, right?" Olivia asked from him. "Is that why you sent your little henchman to my apartment?"

"I don't know what you mean," he retorted.

"No?" Olivia asked, moving into her bag and tugging out a phone. She flipped it open and looked down onto it, reading the last text message that had just come through. "Then why was the last text the man who broke into my apartment received from you?"

"A mistake," Penguin drawled.

"So this text that says 'Olivia Gordon. Five thousand dollars dead' isn't a mistake?" Olivia asked and she tossed the phone onto the bar, sliding it away from her and towards Oswald. "I didn't know my life was worth so little to you."

"If anything, I overpaid," Oswald drawled back to her. "So, what's this? A visit to prove that he didn't go through with it? Or that your brother got there before he could do anything?"

"Jim wasn't there and your man was very close to going through with it, but he didn't get a chance to. You underestimated me, Oswald. I'm able to handle myself."

Oswald looked concerned then, wondering just what was going on as Olivia tugged on the fitted skirt she wore over her thick covered tights. Her jumper was tucked into it and a necklace dangled over it, her hair a mess around her head. But it was her eyes that Oswald focused on. Looking at her, he shook his head and his lips curled upwards as he saw the hatred there alongside the determination.

"You killed him," Oswald commented.

"I did what I had to," was all she offered him. "So leave me alone."

"No can do," Oswald shook his head. "You see, I thought that you weren't a threat to me. You were so pathetic that day on the docks…the sight of you…so dishevelled…sobbing over him…I knew that you wouldn't cause me any trouble. But then you came to the club. You came here and I saw you and I knew something was wrong. You had a look about you…like you were planning something."

"Stay calm, Olivia, he doesn't know anything and he doesn't need to know anything. We'll be out of here before you know it."

"Or maybe I just wanted to see him?" Olivia asked. If he wanted the weak and pathetic Olivia then he could have her. "Maybe I didn't want to give you the satisfaction of seeing me crying over him. Because I do. Every night I go to sleep and I cry, but I knew that coming here and begging you wouldn't get him back."

"And what do you think will?" he demanded to know.

"I don't know," Olivia said. "Nothing, I would imagine, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying."

"I would, if I were you," he retorted.

"Luckily you're not me," Olivia snapped. "So leave me alone, Oswald. If you send someone else after me then I won't hesitate to put a bullet in their head too."

"Then stay away from Ed. Don't play with fire, Olivia. You'll get burned."

Turning on her heel, Olivia began to leave the club, whispering to herself as she went. "I'm not the one playing with fire."

Coming to the sidewalk, Olivia was thankful that she had driven her own car that night. Stepping into the driver's side, she looked into the rear-view mirror and saw his reflection there once more.

"You did well, my love."

"He's going to be onto me soon enough. I need to act quickly."

"You know his schedule. You know what he does."

"I do," Olivia responded. "I know that he has to go to a meeting tomorrow."

"Hiring that private investigator was a good move on your part, I have to admit…and dating the architect who did the designs for Penguin's house and the club was another inspirational idea."

"That one I felt bad about."

Olivia remembered going on a number of dates with a junior architect who worked at the firm that had designed Penguin's house and the club. She had managed to gain the plans from him after going to his apartment one night and using his computer, claiming that she had an urgent email that she had to send. He had cooked them a lasagne and had asked Olivia to stay the night. She left after telling him that she wasn't ready for that and didn't think they would work out. He had been upset and annoyed, no doubt thinking that she had led him on.

"He'd have bored you eventually."

"As opposed to you?" Olivia asked, arching a brow and beginning to drive through the streets of Gotham.

"Life's never boring with me, my darling Olivia. Besides, I hated how he had his hands all over you."

Olivia remembered using his bathroom and seeing Ed in the mirror above the sink, listening to him tell Olivia how he wanted her to get out before the man could stick his tongue down her throat. She had promised him that would never happen and had snuck out as soon as she could.

"He was harmless," Olivia said. "But, it got me the plans I need to know how to sneak into the club without being detected."

"So clever…beautiful…you're practically perfect."

"I wouldn't say that," Olivia said. "I have a dead body in the trunk of my car. I actually killed someone, Ed."

"You did what you had to do. If it wasn't him then it would have been you. You did what you had to do."

"Do you want to know the worst part?" Olivia asked, sitting at a red light and looking back to Ed as he watched her intently. "I felt bad for about five minutes before I began thinking about what I should do to cover this up. I thought about telling the truth but then thought better of it. What does that make me? I've covered up murders and now I'm covering up my own murder."

"It makes you nothing. Don't start thinking badly about yourself, Olivia. You're doing what needs to be done in order for you to survive and for us to get out of here. That man's blood is on Penguins hands."

"I guess so," Olivia said. "I don't really care, Ed. I just need to deal with him and get us out of here."

"Soon, my love, very soon."

She looked back to him but he had disappeared as Olivia took a turn off towards the woods. Driving as normally as she could, she was almost on autopilot as she pulled over in the darkness and reached for the leather gloves on the seat next to her. Slipping them onto her fingers, she looked in the backseat at the spade she had picked up from some abandoned building site. She knew that buying one would be too obvious and so she had driven around until she found what she needed.

Climbing from the car, she remembered what Ed had told her earlier.

"It needs to be deep enough not to raise suspicion. You're going to have to dig for a long time and it's going to be difficult and hard…but you need to keep going…you also need to make sure it is somewhere no one is going to go. Do you remember where I put Dougherty and Kristen?"

Olivia had winced at that, but nodded.

"That's where you need to go. No one would have found them if I didn't go there. You need to be quick and go home…pack a bag and then tomorrow we go. Tomorrow we leave and we do what needs to be done."

Reaching for the shovel, Olivia let out a shaky breath. "I can do this," she said to herself and she got to work, knowing that time was now ticking.

...

A/N: Would love to know what you think. I'm lacking in a bit of inspiration about where to take this next so any input would be amazing. Where do you see things going for Ed and Olivia? Or the storyline in general? Please, do let me know!