Olivia woke to bright lights above her. The light burned her eyes as she blinked a few times and she groaned as every inch of her body ached. She groggily turned her head to her right to see emerald eyes starring worriedly at her.

"Livi," He said, "Hey beautiful, can you hear me?."

She pulled her hand away from his.

"Where am I?'

"You're at Med, you passed out. I should get Will."

He rushed out of the room and returned seconds later with a doctor.

"Hey Olivia, you gave us quite the scare."

"Will says everything looks good, we can go home."

"Easy Jay she just woke up."

He explained all her injuries to her. Bruised ribs, bruised cheek bones, hairline fracture in her foot, a sprained ankle, bruised wrist and a concussion.

"Can you get her paperwork, I just wanna take her home."

Will looked at her.

"Do you feel alright Olivia, you look like you might be sick."

"I dont' remember what happened. I don't know who either of you are."

"You said she would be fine Will. It's been a month and I still haven't heard from her." Jay said into the phone.

"She needs time Jay. I also told you she might not remember at all."

"I can't believe this is happening."

Jay poured himself a cup of coffee and there was a knock at the door.

"I gotta go, I'll talk to you later."

He hung up and answered the door.

"Olivia, hi, what're you doing here?"

"Uh, if it's a bad time, I can go."

She noticed his shirtless appearance. It was kinda hard not to, he was gorgeous. She turned to leave, figuring she was interrupting something.

"No, it's not. Would you like to come in?"

Jay put on a sweatshirt and she glanced around his place. Total man cave with feminine touches here and there. Pictures of them scattered around.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please, that'd be great."

The usual?"

She looked confused and he felt like an idiot for saying that.

"I'm sorry I shou-"

"However you make it is fine." She answered quickly.

He ushered her to the couch and went to get their drinks.

"French vanilla, not too light, not too dark."

"Thank you."

They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, it's late, I should've have come."

"I'm glad you did."

"You are?"

"Yeah of course, I've missed you. A lot, actually. Do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?"

"It would take a lifetime."

"I've got a lifetime you give you."

she put her coffee down.

"I had a flashback or memory or whatever they're called."

"About what?"

"You...us...I don't know."

"Tell me, I'll help you."

She sighed.

"I'm just so confused. Who are we to each other?'

"We're friends, really good friends."

"That's it?"

Jay smiled at her.

"We came into each others lives at the right time."

She bit her lip.

"Do we have a son? There's picture of him and him with us around my house."

"No, that's Will and Natalie's son. He's our nephew."

There was silence again.

"You killed him, that night. You shot Steven."

"I did. He had a gun to your head."

"I know."

You do?"

"Yeah, I had a dream about it."

"Oh."

"I think it was a dream, I'm not really sure."

"I'm sorry you had to remember that."

"I'm not."

They sat silently again.

"You're a cop right?"

"Detective, yes.

"You ever work a domestic abuse case?"

"A few when I was on patrol."

"Steven used to beat me. Kick the shit out of me. He had a temper."

"Olivia, you don't have to explain."

She shook her head.

"Maybe if I did in the first place, none of this would've happened."

Jay put an arm around her and pulled her close. She didn't pull away like he thought she would. Instead, she adjusted herself and put her head on his chest. This was a huge step forward, since they hadn't spoken in a month.

"I knew Steven for a long time before we had started dating. He was a friend of a friend and seemed like the perfect gentleman. He didn't start hitting me right away. It started out as little controlling things, the warning signs ya know. What I could and couldn't wear, who i could talk to and hang out with. Checking my social media all the time, and then one day he lost it. I had come home from work late, dinner wasn't ready and on the table and then pop, right to the eye. Thankfully, I'm good with make up."

Jay's stomach began to knot up.

"He said it would never happen again. Apologized over and over agin, sent me flowers, told me he loved me. I should've known better. And then it happened again and again. The last time was the worst. Beat me so bad I ended up in the hospital. Bunch of broken bones, stitches, fractured facial bones. The detective assigned to my case was the son of the police commissioner. Steven started to make threats. Saying he'd have me killed, that he'd find me. The police promised they'd protect me. I had to live in a safe house for a bit but I still wasn't safe."

Olivia wiped he eyes and settle back down into Jay's embraced.

"He got sentenced to 8 years. one of his threats almost went through and the police convinced me that the only way out was witness protection. They staged a car accident and explosion to make him think he'd won. My family, my friends, they all mourned me. Ainsley Tartagleoni died June 17, 2015. I moved to Chicago and started my new life as Olivia McKnight."

She sat up and put a small envelope on the table.

"I wish I could remember you, you're the only person I can't seem to. And it's so incredibly unfair, because you seem like the most amazing person. I know you hovered at the hospital and only came into my room when you thought I was sleep. I want to remember the memories I see in pictures. I so badly want to remember you, and hopefully one day I will. Hopefully you'll still be here when I do."

She kissed his cheek and left. Jay opened the envelope and pulled out a picture. Her hair was long and hair, such a polar opposite of her now short, blonde hair. Her smile was small and forced. Her eyes sad and filled with fear and pain. Jay grabbed his phone and for the first time in a month sent her a text.

To Olivia, from Jay

"I'm here for the long haul, no matter what happens. You've got me Livi, always.