Olivia sat alone in the waiting room, having sent Fin and Nick back home. She knew they would have stayed if she'd asked them to, but really she wanted to be alone. Watching the surveillance footage had been hard, but knowing they agreed with the cops that Elliot had frozen and failed to pull his weapon hurt more than she could have anticipated. No matter what it looked like on the screen, she knew Elliot and the things everyone else thought to be true, just couldn't be…but she'd never be able to convince them of that now. They'd just look at her with pity and try to appease her, and so for now, she'd rather be alone.

She rubbed her hand over her stomach, realizing that she hadn't eaten in hours and suddenly wishing there was something other than the junk filled vending machines or soggy and stale cafeteria food to choose from. Plus her back hurt and she was exhausted. She would've given anything to just lay down for a while. She pulled the chair over that Fin had given her to prop her feet up on earlier and tried to situate herself comfortably, but it didn't work this time. So instead she walked over to the nurses' station and asked for an update on Elliot. They wouldn't let her back in to see him until morning, but they insisted he was doing well with no change, and Olivia remembered her promise to do what was best for both Elliot and her baby, and maybe staying there all night wasn't the best thing.

She called Maureen, and she wasn't surprised when she picked up on the first ring, "Olivia?" she asked. "Is Dad okay?"

"He's doing okay," Olivia said slowly. "They only let me stay with him for an hour, but I check every once in a while for updates and they say he's fine."

"Good," Maureen sounded relieved. "How are you holding up?"

"Uhm…" Olivia wondered if Maureen would think she was failing in her fiancée duties if she said she wanted to leave the hospital, but as the baby moved and she became more and more uncomfortable she knew she had to. "I'm actually thinking I'd like to leave," she admitted. "Maybe get some sleep at the house and come back tomorrow. The baby's just really restless and the chairs here are killing my back…"

"Of course you should come to the house," Maureen said quickly. "Is your friend Nick still there, or do you need someone to come get you?"

"I'm all alone up here," Olivia said. "But I can take a cab or something. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with me leaving your dad here alone? It would be different if they'd let me sit with him…but the waiting room is pointless."

"I'll send Dickie to come get you," Maureen offered. "He and Liz got here about an hour ago. He'll be there in a few minutes."

Olivia hung up the phone and put on her coat. Then she grabbed her purse, checking to make sure she still had the disc with the surveillance video tucked safely inside. She didn't want it to get into the wrong hands and there was no way she wanted Elliot's kids to see it. She walked back to the nurses' station, telling them she was going home for the night but insisting they call her if there was any change, no matter how minor. Then she walked to the door and watched for her ride.

She saw Richard's small red car pull into the parking lot, and pulled her coat around her as she walked outside. It was even colder than it had been earlier in the day. He stopped the car and she reached for the handle, opening the door and slowly lowering herself into the seat, realizing the little sports car was a lot lower to the ground than any vehicle she'd been in lately. "Are you alright?" Richard asked, noticing it wasn't easy for her to get in and wondering if he should have offered to help her.

"Yeah," she nodded, pulling her legs in and closing the door. She put her hand to her stomach, "The baby's just kind of in my way," she sighed. "I feel like a whale trying to cram into this tiny car."

"You're a lot bigger than you were at Christmas," Richard noticed.

"Gee thanks…" Olivia said with a sigh.

"I just mean I can tell you're pregnant now," Richard tried to explain. "Not that you're too big or anything…"

"I know what you meant," Olivia smiled gently. "Thanks for coming to pick me up."

"How's Dad?" Richard asked. "Maureen said he might be in a coma for months…is that true?"

Olivia nodded, "I hope he'll wake up sooner," she said. "He's doing okay though. The doctor says the coma is helping his brain heal, so it's really a good thing. I know he wouldn't want you worrying."

"How can I not worry?" Richard asked. "You know…Dad and I…we haven't always had the best relationship. I just don't want to think about losing him before I have the chance to make things right…before I get to tell him I love him."

Olivia looked at him and smiled gently, "He knows you love him," she promised. "And he loves you…so much…"

Richard nodded, and changed the subject, "Do you need to go anywhere before we go home?" he asked. "Liz asked me to pick her up something for dinner. We haven't eaten yet and it's so late."

"I would love to get food," Olivia said eagerly. "I'm starving."

Richard laughed, "My little sister has quite an appetite, huh?"

"I think she's just mad because I haven't fed her in a while," Olivia smiled. "She likes to eat throughout the day and I haven't eaten since noon."

They pulled into the fast food restaurant, ordering food and paying for it. Then they headed toward the house and Richard watched as Olivia grabbed fries from her bag, nibbling on them as they made their way home. "Olivia," he said seriously and she turned to look at him, swallowing her fries and taking a sip of her orange soda. "My dad…he really loves you…he always has."

"I know that," she nodded.

"Do you remember when I was in high school, and I asked you if you were sleeping with him?" he asked. "You said no…but were you? It was a long time ago…and I'm adult now…I get that things like that happen…"

"Dickie…I mean Richard…" she looked sadly at him. "The first time I slept with your father…" she couldn't believe she was having this conversation with him, but she knew he needed to hear the truth, "Was the night we conceived this baby."

"Really?" he asked.

She nodded, "I loved him…I always have…but he would never have cheated on your mom, and I wouldn't have let him."

He pulled the car into the driveway, not saying anything else. He believed her, and he was glad she'd told him, but he wasn't sure how to reply, so he didn't. He walked around the passenger side, opening the door and offering her his hand to help her out. "Thanks," she said and they both grabbed the bags from the restaurant and went inside to eat.

Later that night, as she lay alone in Elliot's bed, Olivia couldn't help but think about how much her life had changed in one short day. That morning, when she'd playfully kissed him and begged him to stay in bed with her longer, she'd had no idea she'd be spending the night alone in his bedroom at the house in Queens. She'd never been there without him, and as tired as she was, she couldn't fall asleep. She thought about going to Kate's room and getting Noah, letting her son cuddle with her for the night, but he was sound asleep after such a trying day and she was afraid to wake him. So she stared around the dark room and let her mind wander until she couldn't take it anymore. She sat up, grabbing Elliot's laptop from the nightstand and turning it on. Then she grabbed the surveillance disc from her purse and put it in, watching the footage once more.

"What did I miss?" she whispered, watching again as Elliot smiled and waved to customers. Watching the time stamp, she could tell the bank was practically empty at nine, but more people started to filter in by ten, the time when Elliot was talking to the little girl with the dark hair. Knowing that was the point where Nick had fast-forwarded the footage, she decided to watch the whole thing this time, just in case. She saw the little girl skip over to the tellers' window and wondered which person she was with in line, but then the girl seemed to disappear in the crowd. She watched another hour of people coming and going, of Elliot handing out lollipops to little kids and holding doors for old ladies and she wondered how he managed not to go crazy. Then finally the gunman came in and she watched the entire scene unfold for the second time that day. She took a deep breath as she watched Elliot fall to the ground…as she saw his body shaking painfully. The time stamp was 11:23…and she knew she'd never be able to get that time out of her mind…the time her whole life changed once again…the time that could have left her children without a father…something that might still happen despite the doctor's best efforts to save him. Then she watched as the paramedics took him out on the stretcher and police helped the customers out of the bank…and she watched sadly as the little girl cried watching them carry Elliot away. She let it play, knowing Nick had stopped it there…but all she saw was more police officers and a few people running around, and a woman picking up the little girl and carrying her out…and then it hit her. Why was the little girl still at the bank more than an hour after Elliot had given her the lollipop? Tons of customers had come and gone in that time, but the little girl was still there.

She rewound the footage a little, looking carefully at the woman who had picked up the girl and she didn't remember seeing her walk in. Now that she thought about it…she didn't remember seeing the little girl come in either. She rewound it more, back to the part where the gunman came in and she studied his every move. He went to the window, waving his gun and one of the tellers let him behind the counter and he pushed the tellers out, forcing them to lay on the ground. Elliot walked toward him and he started shooting the gun randomly, not hitting anyone or anything. Then she saw Elliot reach for his gun and the gunman lowered his, yelling…and that was when she noticed the movement behind the counter…a flash of something barely reaching the top of the counter and she knew he wasn't lowering the gun…he was pointing it. He yelled something at Elliot and Elliot put his hands in the air, pleading with him. She'd thought originally that Elliot had been begging for his own life, but she knew now he was trying to convince him not to shoot the person on the floor behind the counter. And as he stood with his hands in the air, the gunman shot him and he fell to the ground and she watched as the gunman ran across the bank and out the door.

She made herself take her eyes off of Elliot…something she hadn't been able to do the other times she'd watched and she stared at the room instead, trying to make out anything that could help her, and that was when she saw what she needed to see. The little girl, peeking her head around the corner of the counter and then sliding out and standing next to a woman, still down on the floor. And as the police poured into the room hiding most of what was happening with the sheer numbers of uniformed officers filling the screen, she watched the little girl cry as they took Elliot out on the stretcher and the woman pick her up and carry her out, and then she recognized the woman as one of the tellers forced to lay on the floor while the gunman took control.

She couldn't stop her tears from falling as she put her hand to her mouth and stared in disbelief at the screen. Elliot hadn't let the man shoot up the bank…he hadn't let him shoot him just because he froze and couldn't pull his weapon. He was trying to save the little girl. There was no doubt in her mind…and while she didn't know why the girl was behind the counter, she knew the gunman had pointed his gun at her and threatened to kill her if Elliot had drawn his gun. He had almost died because he was trying to protect a child…and the fact that everyone else seemed to think it was because he had been too afraid to shoot made her sick and angry, but she was relieved too because she knew she could clear his name. But first, she had to go to the bank…get the full story from the people who were there. She felt the baby kick, harder than usual and put her hand gently to her stomach, "Your daddy didn't do anything wrong," she whispered to the baby. "And I can prove it." Then she turned off the computer and pulled the covers up under her chin and fell asleep.