"This is weird, being on the other side of things." Quinn looked down at the jumpsuit shaking her head. Huck sat across from her, and she couldn't help but laugh at the irony. "I'm going to fry."

"No, you're not. Olivia is working around the clock."

"Can't I just make a deal or-"

"Don't. Trust in Olivia, she trusts you." Quinn sighed, nodded her head and looked away from him. "You should go, I need to-"

"We... if I would have… I should have… letting her-" Quinn raised her hand quickly, they didn't need anymore evidence about the things they were doing. The last thing she needed was aggravated assault added to her growing record.

"Don't."

"OK." His fingertips brushed against her own before he left. Quinn spent the next six months hardening her resolve, Olivia hadn't been able to get out of prison. Each fight hardened her mind and not to mention her knuckles, she knew she was capable of bad things but didn't want to act on them. However, in this hostile environment that's what she had to do to survive.

"Perkins. You got a visitor." Quinn stood up and followed the security guard down the hall, the door buzzed open and Penelope Smith sat there with another man. It was the man from the bakery, what were they doing here? Did they come to gloat?

"What is it?"

"Where is it?" Charlie asked.

"Where is what?" Quinn asked.

"The box." Penelope said, she looked smug and Quinn wanted to remind her not to be so smug. If it hadn't been for Huck being so kind Penelope would have never woken up from that dirt nap in West Virginia.

"What box? The box with all the information in it. The cameras have been cut so let's keep this short and cute. Tell me where it is."

"I don't know anything about a box, all I know is Jesse was taken in by the U.S. Government. I left shortly afterward, Penelope. I'm guessing this was your way to get me back."

"If I can't physically touch you, I'll let the justice system do it's job."

"Charlie." The door opened and Olivia and Huck stood by the guards. "I thought I told you to stay away from her." Huck took a menacing step forward and Penelope saw Charlie flinch, it was small but she could see he was scared of the man. The man was small, but looked harsh and all he had a dark aura about him.

"You must be Huck." Penelope stood up and held out her hand, Olivia placed her hand on Huck's shoulder and ignored the woman's outstretched hand. "Whenever you're ready to work for someone with real-"

"Whatever meeting this is, it's over. These weren't authorized and whatever you were doing considered it finished." Olivia left the door open and watched as Penelope and Charlie left the room. She knew Huck was tempted to chase after him, "We've got good news."

"Like?"

"You're free to go."

"What? How? It's been six months and-" Quinn started but Olivia raised her hand.

"The letters were false. I had to get a great graphologist who owes me a favor, but there were subtle differences to letters you wrote." Quinn looked to Huck then back at Olivia, had he shown Olivia those letters? "I didn't read them, just Howard."

"When can I leave?" Quinn asked.

"You did this. I don't know how but you did this, you falsified something. You're not beneath it just to tote that little white hat." David said while walking through the doors, Olivia looked around at everyone else and led David towards her office. "A letter? That was it? A letter got her off?"

"Yes, and she didn't do it. David, I thought you would be able to see that plain and clear."

"No, what I see is Olivia Pope up to no good once again. I don't know how you did it but I'll figure it out."

"My client is free, she didn't do it and the person who did is out there." Olivia offered him a seat but he walked back to the door. "Look for them."

"Don't worry, I will. I have a feeling they will lead me right back to you."

"You showed her the letters?" Quinn asked, Huck looked away from the binoculars and turned towards the window. He knew when Quinn found out how she was freed that a problem such as this would arise. The letters had been really intimate, she had told him things about herself that he was sure Jesse didn't know. Maybe if she had told Jesse these things he would have cared more, what made her pour out her soul to a complete stranger? In return why had he been honest in his letters, as honest as he could be.

"She didn't look, she just took them to Howard."

"It's not that I don't trust you… it's that… I can't." Huck placed the binoculars in his lap and sucked in a deep breath of air. Isn't this what he had wanted for her less than four months ago? He had wanted her to be untrustworthy of everyone, now she was exactly that. The six months spent in prison had hardened her slightly, he saw the way she watched everyone carefully, she had changed. Right now he couldn't see if that change was for the good or the bad.

She still smiled.

She still laughed.

But when they were alone she seemed so lost in her own mind, that was what worried him the most.

"I want to trust you, I want to believe you. At the same time I know I can't."

"Why not?"

"Everything in your life is classified. I told you everything, you know everything about me from those letters and I don't know anything about you." Quinn grabbed the binoculars out of his lap and looked out the window, their client was crossing the street and getting into a car with another man. "It's pathetic, I can tell you everything about me in a few letters..."

"What do you want to know?" he asked, Huck started up his car and began to follow them down the street. Quinn put the binoculars down and looked at him.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty seven."

"What's your real name?" Quinn asked, Huck hesitated for a second. It had been so long since he had said his name in the open, the day he signed those papers he died. His name. His life. His future. It was all snatched right from underneath him, for the first time in a long time he met someone he was interested in. "See, you can't tell me."

"Everything about my life is classified for a reason, Quinn. I'm not a good person, I don't do good things-"

"You watch out for me."

"Yes, because I care."

"Why? Why do you care so much about me? I'm sure there are plenty of other-"

"You're nice. You're funny. You're good, Quinn." Huck made a sharp right slamming her into the car window, "Sorry."

"It's fine."

"Where are we going? The client is-"

"I just saw Billy Chambers driving this way, just wait a second." Huck parked across the street from a coffee shop. He watched Billy step from his car and Quinn could only reflect on the words he said. He told her she good, what the hell did that even mean? What was she good at? She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and wondered for the first time in a long time who the hell the man was sitting next to her. "That's Abby's car."

"But David is getting out." Quinn said, she looked through the binoculars and snapped pictures of them smile, and chat before David handed him a file. In return Billy handed him a small silver box. Quinn tilted her head to the side and lowed the binoculars. She had seen that box before, every time she would ask Jesse about it he would tell her it wasn't important.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"That's the box!"

"What box?"

"Penelope and Charlie came to see me about a box. Billy only could have gotten it from Sam or their parents. How the hell did he get it? What the hell is he after by doing this?" Quinn asked, Huck took the binoculars from her and snapped pictures of them before pulling off and going back to the safe house where their client was waiting.

"It's me, Liv… we got a problem."