"They?" Fitz asked.

"Cyrus, does he have to be here?" Olivia defended.

"Anything you tell me, I'll just tell him, he's worried too. You might as well tell him too," Cyrus told her.

She didn't really know him and didn't want to explain everything in front of him. "Those guys came back last night. They took everything in the register. I had just sent Natalie home for the night and was cleaning up when they came in. They took the money and left."

"How did that happen to your face?" Cyrus asked.

"It looks like the tip of a gun," Fitz added.

"It is," Olivia mumbled.

"What else did they do, Liv?" Cyrus watched her face turn pale. "Did they touch you?"

When she didn't say anything, both men knew. "That's why you flinched when I touched your shoulder. Did they hit you?"

Olivia nodded and started to cry. "And worse than that."

"Did they touch you other than your arm?" Cyrus asked.

She went over and hugged Cyrus tightly as she cried. "They raped me," she said quietly so only he could hear.

Fitz got a glass of water for her and handed it to her. "Did you call the police?"

"No."

"Olivia, we have to call the cops. Did you go for a swim this morning?" She shook her head no. "Good, we need to get the police over here now."

"Cyrus, no. I will go to the police station myself. I've got this handled."

"You shouldn't go alone, Olivia," Fitz said.

"He's right. I'll go with you. I'll help you through all of this. Gladiators?"

"Over a cliff, Cy."

Cyrus excused Olivia and himself for the rest of the day and took her to the police station to file the report. He went with her to the hospital to get a rape kit done and sat outside the room while she was being examined.

After school was out, Fitz went over to the hospital to check on her. He saw Cyrus in the waiting room and brought him bottled water.

"What are you doing here?"

"My student was raped and in the hospital for an examination. Why wouldn't I be here?"

"Because most teachers would just keep an eye on the student at school. She's gotten to you hasn't she?"

"She did not get to me. She's just my student."

"Don't feel bad. She has made every teacher fall in love with her. She's like their own daughter. I've already got emails and texts coming in from her teachers after you asking where she is. Olivia has never missed a day of school in her life. Even when her mom died, she still showed up for school."

Fitz looked around the waiting room looking for someone that looked a bit like Olivia. "Where's her dad?"

"He's in D.C. She hasn't told him yet. I'll make sure she does tell him when this part is over. He should be here for her. Eli is a crappy father but she has what she need, physically and financially. Emotionally she's crippled."

Fitz nodded and the two went to silence for several minutes. "We can't let her go back to that diner. What if they come back again?"

Cyrus sighed and shook his head. "I tried to talk her out of it the first time. She said it was just a few punks getting money for drugs. I wanted to convince her that she didn't need to work at least there but she said she loved the people there and it worked around her schedule."

"I don't like the idea of her working there again."

"Olivia has made up her mind. There is no changing it when it comes to her. She's very headstrong and won't back down. She's insisting on going back to work tonight, no matter how much I protest about it. Liv reminds me that I'm not her father but I can't help but protect her. Something could happen tonight and she'd be there alone. If something did happen to her and I didn't do something to prevent it, I'd hate myself."

"I would too. Do you think we could debate it with her? She seems to be open to debating everything. Maybe if we told her the risks of it, she would come around."

"She knows the risks. She just doesn't want to face it. I can't actually make her do anything. She's 17 and knows what she wants. Liv will be a gladiator and make it thru though. She will make it to the end of the road in this situation."

"I hope so. For her sake."

Fitz and Cyrus waited for another hour for Olivia to come out of the room. When she did she was wearing a set of scrubs that the hospital gave her to wear.

"Everything okay?" Cyrus asked.

"They gave me the number of a rape councilor. They think I need to talk to someone about what happened. Like I'm really going to talk to a shrink about that."

"You never know, Olivia," Fitz started. "Councilors can be very helpful. Therapy may be good for you."

"With everything else that I have to do, you think I have time to sit on a couch and babble on about my feelings? Gladiators don't get to have feelings. They have to fight."

"But they also don't get to run. You can't run away from the issue, Liv. You being raped is the issue at hand right now. You can't ignore the facts. We can postpone debate for a few weeks if you want. That will give you time to meet with a counselor and discuss how you feel about this."

"Or maybe I'll have time to braid my hair and gossip about the cute boys at school," Olivia said in her sarcastic tone. "I have to have debate. I need a debate work out with anyone who can challenge me. Now please take me back to school so I can go to work."