A/N: Everything is not what it seems. Everything is not what it seems. Nothing is in detail, only alluded to.

Dr. Christy's office was a hodgepodge of grays and light blues. Falling apart magazines lined the table tops in the waiting area along with well used chairs. Olivia sat, hood over her head, staring at the TV tacked to the wall. CNN played a breaking news story, yet she paid it relatively little attention. She kept running the last week back in her mind. The last person she'd ever expected to run into again was Fitzgerald Grant. Now he was her co-worker. What if she just quit? She'd only spent the last three years building her resume at Kiefer Kerns Law Office. Three years wasn't much in the law world. She could easily put in her resignation and run away again. Or she could stay and be forced to look at his face Wednesday at company wide meetings and every firm celebrated holiday. She'd already let him run her out of school, she couldn't let him run her out of work, too, could she?

"Olivia, Olivia. Olivia!"

At the sound of her name, Olivia turned her head to find Dr. Christy standing in the doorway to the hallway that led to her office. Dr. Christy was a thin, tall woman, with honey colored hair and skin the color of browned butter. She'd been seeing Olivia for nearly two years now. Her specialty was trauma mitigation.

"Sorry," Olivia offered up sheepishly. She grabbed her bag from next to her and followed Dr. Christy down the warmly lit hallways into her office. She took a seat as Dr. Christy closed the door behind them.

"I'm surprised to see you here. You've never needed an emergency appointment in the past." Dr. Christy spoke. She took her chair across from Olivia.

Embarrassment bloomed in Olivia's chest and her gaze dropped. Five days with Grant re-entering her purview and she was losing her mind. Again. "I just needed an ear."

"Remember to lift your head when you speak, Olivia. There's no room for shame here."

Olivia lifted her head. "My firm hired a new associate a couple of weeks ago. He started this past week."

Dr. Christy nodded. "Okay."

"We went to law school together. Well, we started law school together at Yale. We were in the same cohort, but he's a couple of years older than me." Olivia started. She could feel her chest tightening as she spoke. She clenched her fists against her thighs, driving her nails into the palms of her hands as hard as she could. It was the only way she could keep speaking. The only way she could keep going. "He isn't going by his full name any more, but rather his middle so I didn't know it was him when the announcement was made."

"I take it you have a bad history with this person?" Dr. Christy asked.

Olivia looked up to find Dr. Christy staring at her over the black and pink wire rimmed glasses she wore. "We were kinda inseparable my first year. He had this ex-girlfriend who made his life absolutely miserable and mine by association because thought we were together." At the mere thought of Millicent Grant, Olivia's eyes rolled.

"Alright, doesn't sound bad to me."

She took a deep breath in, darting her tongue out to wet her lips. If she hadn't been trying to rip her palms open with her own nails right now, she was certain she'd be visibly shaking. Even now, she could feel her stomach quiver and her knees tremble. She thought she was over having this type of response when she discussed what'd happened to her. "He was - maybe still is - best friends with the man that raped me."

Olivia watched as Dr. Christy took a steep breath. The therapist dropped her head and scribbled something down on the paper. Usually one to be overly worried about what was being written on her, Olivia didn't even flinch as she listened to the pen scrawl across the paper.

"So he reminds you of the man that raped you?"

A couple of loose tears rolled down Olivia's cheeks. She shook her head. "No. Yes. He was the one who set it up to happen."

Dr. Christy gasped. Olivia's eye promptly fell to the carpet. She didn't want to see the look of pity on her doctor's face. It was the same look of pity she'd seen every time she'd told someone what had happened to her that fateful Halloween night nearly six years ago. "How do you know that? Why don't we walk through that night. Do you think you can do that? I don't think we've ever discussed it in full."

Olivia wiped at her eyes. "It was Halloween and Fitz and I had been tip-toeing around each other for a while. Earlier that day we'd both decided on going to the same party. I had stuck a note in Fitz's outline for torts that week, telling him to come find me at Penelope's party. Penelope was a ridiculously rich girl in our cohort. Her family rented her this ridiculously large house and she was always throwing some kind of party. I knew the house pretty well. Penelope had money but she wasn't exactly the brightest. She always called me for help so I'd learned the house in and out." Olivia closed her eyes and paused for a small moment in an effort to steady her breathing. "I'd had a couple of drinks that night and finally had enough courage - I guess stupidity now - to go up to one of the empty rooms and wait for Fitz. I'd found him at the keg and told him that I'd wait until 11 for him. If he hadn't come by then, then he wasn't interested. I nearly had to scream over the music, but he said alright and gave me a drink. It was 10:39 when I finally made the climb upstairs. I only remember because Penelope had this large, obnoxious grandfather clock at the bottom of the steps." She dug her nails further into her palms, nearly certain she was drawing blood now.

"I sat on the bed and waited for him, periodically looking at my watch, which was about ten fifteen minutes fast - that was how I got everyone on time. I laid down and waited. I must've fallen asleep for a few minutes because when I woke up, someone was on top of me. It was a guy. He was kissing my neck and at first I thought it was Fitz. But his weight felt off. I tried to sit up, but the room felt slanted. Sideways almost. Everything was spinning and I was having a hard time seeing. Penelope had those stupid dimming lamps with the roses on the shade and it was on the lowest setting. Then he said my name. Olivia. That's when I recognised the voice. It was Jake. Fitz's best friend. I couldn't sit up. I tried to push him off, but my body felt like jelly. Like I wasn't in control of it even though I was trying so hard. He started unbuttoning my sweater and I told him to stop. Fitz would be coming in at any moment and if he stopped now, I wouldn't tell anyone." Olivia paused once more, taking a deep, shaky breath. It was hard to talk about that night. Especially when those she'd told afterwards told her there was nothing they could do. Jake was a legacy student and she . . . wasn't.

"You can stop here if you need to, Olivia. I think —"

"No, it's okay. Uhm," she wiped at her eyes, "he laughed at me and told me that Fitz had sent him upstairs and that Fitz was currently looking for a free room with Mellie. When I told him he was lying, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the letter I'd given Fitz. 'We're frat brothers, Olivia, we share everything.'" Those words would haunt Olivia for months, if not years, after she left New Haven.

"Why do you think this Fitz is the one who set you up?"

"'Olivia's upstairs, go for it,'' was written on my letter. I'm pretty sure it was Fitz's handwriting. We'd been sharing outlines and notes since that August. I knew his handwriting. I also knew his voice. He came in when Jake was on top of me. In me. Then my brain just goes blank." Again, Olivia closed her eyes. This was where everything in her head became fuzzy. Too fuzzy truly. She could remember telling Jake to please don't and stop. She could remember Fitz apologizing and hearing Mellie laugh behind him, and then nothing. Well, nothing until Penelope's face came into view above her the next morning and she couldn't find her underwear.

"That's a lot to go through, Olivia. I think this is the first time you've told me the whole story. If I'm remembering correctly, you went to the Dean of Students' office and you were told —"

"That I had no proof and at best it was 'he said, she said'. If I pursued it, I could put myself in danger of losing my scholarship. Jake's family is a legacy family. They help keep Yale's endowment in the billions. I would've just been the black girl no one believed. I took a leave of absence for a couple of weeks and then just finally withdrew. I went home and kept my mouth shut."

"Did Fitz ever try to reach out again?"

"I don't really know. The last time I saw him was the week before Thanksgiving. The week I withdrew. I was coming out of the admin office. He and Jake were outside. Jake blew a kiss my way and Fitz high-fived him. I think that said everything that needed to be said." Olivia's cheeks were dry and her tears had long since stopped. After that wave of emotion, she was slowly becoming numb again. The same numb she'd felt that morning, waking up in her friend's bed, alone.

"How are you taking care of yourself right now? How are you handling work? Is your boyfriend helping you? Have you told him?" Dr. Christy asked. She set her clipboard down on her desk and pulled off her glasses, wiping at her eyes. "Curtis, right?"

"We broke up."

"Oh, Olivia."

"Don't use that pity tone, please."

"I'm not. I'm just — why don't you take a couple of days off? Maybe even consider - if possible - a new firm."

"It's not fair. I have to change my life again. I was fine. Why did he have to come back into my life?"

Later the next day, Olivia sat in the break-room of her law office, head down. She picked at some mandarin oranges on a bed of lettuce. Shoved into her ears were her earbuds as she listened to the latest of Oprah's Soul Sessions. She kept thinking back on her therapy session with Dr. Christy. The recommendation was for her to take a couple of days off, but it was shaping up to be impossible. A new merger was taking place for one of the company's her firm represented and that morning, she was tasked with leading the charge and making sure the contracts were air tight. She could always work from home, but without Curtis to break up the silence, the only thing left was the static of TV and the sound of a cork popping out of a wine bottle.

As she stabbed at the lettuce, the last person she wanted to see walked into the break-room. Fitz. He smiled at her as she entered. She immediately tensed and started to pack up her things. Why the hell had she thought it would be okay to eat in a semi-public place? Of course he'd have to go there, too. She shoved her napkin and fork into the bowl and stood.

"Leaving already? I've been meaning to catch you. Can't you stay a couple of minutes?" He asked her as he headed for the refrigerator. "You've been on my mind a few times the last few years. One minute you were there and then the next you just disappeared. I show up here and you run from me." His hand hovered over the refrigerator handle. "Can we take a walk? Catch up?"

Her response was innate. "We have nothing to catch up on. Go to hell, Grant," she spat, making a beeline for the door.

He looked like a wounded, his eyebrows hooked together in the middle of his forehead and a frown on his face. "What did I do?" His tone was nearly pleading.

"Go ask your best friend Jake."

So we know what Olivia saw/ experienced, but what did she miss?