A/N - Hey guys. So this is it, the very last chapter. Thank you for all the suport and reviews during all of this. It's sad to see the end but I am working on yet another story call "Play Monster" so keep an eye out. It is a follow-up to "Monster Within" but you don't need to read that one to know what is going on. But you can and I encourage it.

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Chapter Thirty-Four – Leave Your Pain With Me

Olivia sighed and put her phone on the dresser. Brookes had been informally charged with over twenty-four murders and it looked as if the D.A was going to push for the death penalty. Good news all around. No more young, vulnerable girls were at his mercy anymore.

"Good news?"

"Definitely. D.A is pushing for the death penalty. He's been informally charged."

"That is good. Walter is almost finished with the last of the reconstructions."

"He's been working hard."

"We all have."

She watched in the mirror as Peter got dressed. He hadn't dried his hair properly, there was still water dripping off the strands and hitting the floor. He didn't want to hear any of her arguments, had ignored them all. And between A.J and him, Olivia had nothing left to use as a weapon. Now, she hated to admit how much she was looking forward to a night out with her husband and old friends. It was strange. It didn't take much for Peter to look good. He gave his hair another rough dry before buttoning up his shirt, offering Olivia small smile.

"What are you staring at?"

"Just thinking about how little effort it takes for you to look good."

Peter grinned as he tucked in his shirt.

"Why, thank you."

Olivia finished braiding her hair before twisting it up into a neat knot. She pinned it with a rose clip before starting on her make up. That done, she pulled on her dress. It was one that she had gotten spur of the moment after Etta was born. She never really planned to wear it but she found herself looking it over more than once even before this case started. They were due for a night out. Olivia couldn't remember a time before Etta was born where being home was all she wanted. Now she wanted to celebrate. She tugged the silky fabric over her head, smoothing it down over her stomach and hips. The hem rested gently just about her knees, shifting softly when she moved. It slipped into a soft 'v' at the front, showing off a little cleavage and the thin straps showed of her slim shoulders. Peter let out a low whistle.

"Wow."

Olivia smiled as she balanced on the end of the bed to do up the straps of the high heels. Peter moved closer to her, tie in hand. Olivia stood, flicking up his collar as she went. For all of his intelligence, Peter still had trouble with ties. Peter's hand traced the small pattern on the hip of her dress as she flipped the tie over.

"I like this part. Does it go all the way around?"

His hand dipped lower and Olivia laughed, pushing his hand away.

"Behave."

Peter chuckled.

"Fine."

Olivia finished his tie, catching the edge and tugging him towards her.

"Maybe later."

She gave him a quick kiss before moving into the bathroom. When she came out again, Peter was gone. Olivia frowned as she put her phone and some cash into her handbag. She headed downstairs.

"Peter?"

She found her keys on the coffee table, placing those in her handbag too. She was still frowning when her phone went off.

"Dunham."

"Come outside."

Olivia flicked off the lights.

"Why? Where are you?"

"Just come outside when you're ready."

Olivia sighed.

"Fine. I just need to grab my coat."

"Good."

She ended the call, turning off the last of the lights and grabbed her coat. When she opened the front door, she smiled as she locked it, turning to face Peter.

"Impressive."

"Told you it will be like prom."

Peter looked incredible in his suit, and accompanied by a large bouquet of roses and a shiny, black stretch limo, he looked irresistible. He met her halfway and gave her the roses.

"Now, don't get any ideas Mister. This won't get you laid."

Peter cocked his eyebrow.

"There's champagne."

Olivia nodded slightly.

"That might do it."

Peter smiled as he pulled the door open for her. She slipped across the soft, leather seats.

"This is huge."

Peter sat beside her. He poured her a glass of champagne before knocking on the small glass pane that connected them to the driver.

"To the next address please. But go around the long way."

"Yes Sir."

The limousine was so smooth Olivia wondered if they were actually moving. She sipped at her champagne, already feeling that this was going to be a good night. Peter pressed a kiss to her neck.

"You look stunning."

"You always say that."

"Well, tonight, it has never been more true."

Olivia snuggled against him, his hand on her thigh as they continued to drink. Olivia had just finished her glass when the car came to a halt. Olivia slipped from the limo, heading to the front of A.J's home. She knocked, smiling at the skittering of nails as Charles bet her to the door. When the door was pulled open, Charles shot through like a black bullet, huffing, his tail wagging furiously.

"Hey Charles."

Charles offered her a doggy grin and sat beside her, leaning his warm body against her leg. Olivia automatically started stroking his ears as she took in A.J with a smile. For a woman who had been through the ringer recently, she looked great. She was wearing a slimming cocktail skirt that hugged to her curves, her hair pulled from her face in a loose bun.

"Hey. You look great."

"So do you. Give me a second to drop Charles off at Fiona's she going to take him for the night."

Olivia stepped back as A.J locked the door.

"Look what Peter did."

Olivia nodded towards the stretch limo. A.J gasped.

"Just like prom"

"Yup. He even felt me up in the back."

A.J chuckled as Charles and Olivia followed her around to the Fiona's. When Fiona opened the door, she smiled brightly.

"You ladies look lovely."

"Thanks. I shouldn't be home too late."

Fiona shrugged.

"No problem. Charles and I have big plans, involving movies and popcorn. Have fun ladies."

When they got to the limo, Peter held the door open for them, giving A.J a quick kiss on the cheek. They settled themselves back into the limo and with fresh glasses of champagne before they made their way to the reunion.

It had been a long time since Olivia had had this much fun. She had been so scared that it would be awkward but it wasn't. There were familiar stories and faces. She introduced Peter to people with a proud little smile and he used his charm to get everyone on side. By the end of the night, her feet throbbed and she was shattered but it had been worth it. A.J was in high spirits, her laughter high and easy. With a quick hug, they dropped A.J off home, Olivia sighing, unstrapping her shoes before rubbing her toes into the thick carpet of the limo.

"My feet are killing me."

Peter tapped his lap and she swung her legs around, her feet coming to rest on his lap. She closed her eyes as he started rubbing her aching feet.

"But did you have fun?"

"Yeah I did. You and A.J did well, not listening to me."

"See, it works sometimes."

"And did you see A.J? She was all smiles tonight."

"Yeah I know. She needed a night out too."

Olivia smiled.

"She had fun. That was the point. I think you have yourself a fan."

Peter grinned.

"I admire her. That and you kind of get to know someone before you meet them when you work a case. She's a good writer too."

"Do you know what she said?"

"What?"

"She's going to change what she writes about. Something about babies I think."

"She should work on her short stories. Did you read any of those?"

"Not really."

Peter shook his head.

"They were really good. She's just got herself into a rut. She's like Stephen King. Everyone expects horrors and then when he writes something else, people don't take it too well. She just needs to keep pushing."

"She will now. She's got something to push for."

"A second chance."

"Precisely."

With an unhappy sigh, Olivia extracted her feet from Peter's gentle hands as the limo came to a stop outside their home. She pulled her shoes back on, thanking the driver and heading inside. She took her shoes off again at the door, shrugging off her coat. Peter followed her a few moments later, her roses in his hands.

"You almost forgot these."

She smiled and took them into the kitchen, pulling out a long forgotten vase from underneath the sink. She undid the bright ribbon and arranged them, releasing the sweet smell around the kitchen.

"Cup of tea?"

"Yes please. Then bed. I am so tired."

"Well Etta's back tomorrow, so you'll need the energy."

"What time is she coming home?"

"Don't know. Rachel said she would give us a call."

"Ok. I'm going to get changed."

Olivia moved upstairs, changing quickly into her pyjamas and slippers before hanging up the dress carefully in her closet. She headed back downstairs, settling herself on the sofa. Due to the size of the canvases, it took a little redecorating to get the paintings on the wall. But Peter had done it. And now they took pride of place, covering an entire wall in their living room. Olivia smiled as she examined them for the hundredth time. Rayne was talented to the extreme. It still stunned Olivia how she had gotten the essence of Peter, Etta and even herself, and putting it all into the paintings. Olivia had done as she had promised. A week or so after A.J was out of the hospital, she had contacted Heather, hoping she would know the person who could help. Turns out, she knew the perfect person. Olivia met Sloane Crompton, wanting to make sure that she was the right person to help Rayne. She was. And after their first meeting, Sloane had called Olivia and confirmed that Rayne had made another appointment for the following week. Rayne was seeing Sloane twice a week now. Sloane said that Rayne had given her permission to tell her what went down in each meeting but much like Peter, Olivia didn't need to know. As long as Rayne kept speaking to someone, nothing else mattered. According to Sloane, Rayne's ultimate goal was to not be so scared of the world or of people anymore, to learn to trust others outside of her family. To learn to live again. And Olivia had no doubt that it would happen. Rayne was already making steps to get there. It was just a matter of time.

"You love those things don't you?"

Peter gave her a mug of tea, taking the seat beside her. His tie was gone now, the buttons of his shirt undone. Olivia smiled as she sipped her tea.

"Just admiring the talent."

"She's gifted."

"Yeah she is."

Peter pulled Olivia close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Olivia snuggled into him, her eyes still on the paintings. They sat there in comfortable silence, back in the little bubble of peace that came with a completed case. Olivia didn't question the perfection of the moment, just absorbed it, Peter's warm body solid against her own.