A/N: Guys... I don't know what to tell you. I finished Start Fresh last night and it feels like a close friend just died. I'm honestly really fucking sad.
Not to worry though, I do have a few more chapters to upload.

[Vi's POV]

We arrive at the hospital to question Olivia when it's already about to get dark. Traffic is a bitch. Even with our sirens blaring and honking at everybody to get the fuck out of our way, it took us over an hour to get here.

We are greeted by the doctor who stitched up her hand – however, he seems more concerned about her mental state.

"I would actually like to keep her here for a few days, in the psych ward. I don't think she should be by herself," he says.
"That's okay, we only want to ask her a few questions," I say.
"I must ask you not to upset her."
"Doctor, with all due respect, do you remember what happened when she was active? I'll take an upset witness over another of her killing sprees any day, thank you very much," Cait snaps, "This should be in your interest as well. Or would you like to work through Christmas again, taking care of people that were wounded in an explosion?"

The Doctor falls silent and, with a stern look on his face, points at the door with the Number 214.
Cait and I both take a deep breath before Cait raises her hand and knocks.

"Yes?"

Cait opens the door and we step inside.
Olivia is sitting on her bed, her head turned away from the door, staring out the window.
Don't upset her, the doctor said. I'd say she's already pretty upset. Fuck, she's going to flip when she finds out that Jinx escaped.
I take off my gauntlets and Caitlyn puts her rifle on a table next to the bed.

"Hello, Olivia," she says in a soft voice as she pulls a chair to sit down.

Olivia doesn't say anything for a while. The silence is making me uncomfortable. I'm just about to say something when Olivia finally opens her mouth.

"Did you get her?"

Cold shivers are running down my spine. Now I wish she hadn't said anything at all.

"Well, not exactly...," Cait says.
"Did you kill her? Is she dead?"

Bloodlust is written all over Olivia's face. This is what she wants to hear. That Jinx is dead.

"No. She's alive and well," I say in a quiet voice.
"She got away, Olivia," Cait says.
"What?"

Olivia has a weird kind of grin on her face. As if she's waiting for the pointe of a joke.

"This is a joke, right? What kind of cop are you?", she snaps at me.
"It's not her fault, Olivia," Cait says before I even have the chance to open my mouth, "Jinx drugged her and got away when she was unconscious."

I didn't ask Caitlyn to lie for me. But in all honesty, I'm glad she did.

"So... you got nothing. Great."
"I'm sorry," I say, "I am. Trust me."
"Point is, we're no longer after her because she rammed a knife through your hand. This is a homicide investigation now."

All the anger vanishes from Olivia's face in response to Caitlyn's words. What was anger a minute ago is now nothing but plain terror.

"She killed someone?"

I nod.

"Who?"
"We can't tell you that. I'm sorry," Cait says, pulling out a little notebook, "What's important now is finding out where she is."
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?"
"Well, you two were lovers..."
"Shut up! I don't want to hear this!", Olivia hisses, now angry again.

Damn, this is one emotional roller coaster for the poor girl. And it's my fault...

"We know that this is hard but we need to ask you a few questions."
"I have nothing to tell you. I don't know this person. Who I knew – or thought I knew – was Hannah Rosecorn. I don't know Jinx, I don't know what the flying fuck is going on inside her head or where she would go to hide."
"Olivia -"

A beeping sound interrupts Caitlyn. Olivia reaches into her pockets and pulls out her phone. And then – she goes pale. Even her lips lose their colour. Her whole body is shaking.

"What is it?", I ask.
"Nothing. Just get out," she says with her teeth gritted.

Cait gets up from her chair, sighing.

"I'll make you a deal, Olivia," she says, "We'll go and grab something to eat. You can take this time to calm down a bit. We'll talk when we get back. Okay?"

Olivia just nods, still staring at her phone.
Caitlyn takes me by the hand and pulls me out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"What do you think was in that text message she received?", I ask.
"I don't know," Caitlyn responds, "And I don't think her text messages should bother us. We have more important things to worry about."
"Maybe you're right..."

Still, I can't shake this odd feeling, that maybe, just maybe the text was from Jinx.
But... she's trying to hide. She'd be stupid to text Olivia, who hates her with every fibre of her being. Jinx might be completely fucking insane, but she's not that dumb.
Still... I have this gut feeling...

"Cait, I think that text was from Jinx," I finally say.
"Okay, now you're being paranoid," she responds while opening the door to the hospital cafeteria, "You gave her a chance to escape and hide. Why would she ruin this for herself by texting her ex girlfriend?"
"I don't know," I mutter, watching Cait help herself to a tray that's loaded with food.

I'm not hungry. Quite the opposite, I feel sick.
We sit down and I watch Cait stuffing her face with mashed potatoes and steak while I'm struggling to get my coffee down. I'm tensed up and nervous. Something isn't right.
Cait sighs, putting her knife down.

"Do you really think there's a possibility that text was from Jinx?"
"Yes. I just – I have this odd feeling. I don't know, I can't explain it."
"Alright," Cait says, getting up, "Let's ask Olivia then."
"You didn't finish your steak."
"If this text really was from Jinx, we shouldn't waste any time."

With fast steps, we walk back to room number 214.
Caitlyn knocks, but gets no response.

"Olivia?", she asks while opening the door.

The room is empty.

"Where did she go?"
"There is something I'm even more concerned about," Cait says, with fear in her eyes, "Where is my rifle?"