Ziggystardust1994: thanks :) I'm really glad you liked the chapter; I quite enjoyed it because it was very centered on her and Lorne's relationship. And yes, when it comes down to it she will always chose Lorne; and I'm very glad to know you caught that with her going to him after she talked to Lester. And I'm also really glad you liked their interactions in the car because I think from the diner and on was one of the first times I showed that yeah he is a cold blooded killer, but he can still kind of be normal with her - in the way that Lorne does normal, cause it's a little different. I've also tried to show that by only calling her Liv when in relation to him - whether he's talking to her or thinking about her - cause he's the only person that calls her that. So that's just another little way I tried to show that they're in a relationship; no it's not conventional, no he would never think of it like that; but it is a relationship.

"She thinks I'm getting a cat."

Lorne paused a moment realizing the man was even more of an idiot than he'd thought before. "I don't have time for this, do they have 'em, yes or no?"

"Yeah but only a hundred," Don answered.

"Okay," he said slowly, regretting having not asked Liv, she would've figured this all out herself, "there are three other pet stores in the city so hit 'em all. I'm in jail, I'll be out in a few hours."

"Wait what?" Don asked panicked.

Lorne didn't have time or the desire to explain, and his time had run out. "Call the number I gave you, tell the woman that answers to expect a call to Florence Nightgarden,"

"Time's up," the officer informed him.

Lorne looked over his shoulder to the officer and nodded before turning back to the payphone and lowering his voice. "Ok, two hours come get me."

…

Olivia was standing at the nurses station filling out a discharge form when her phone rang. "Hello?" she answered not recognizing the number calling.

"Hi there."

She paused at the unfamiliar man's voice wondering who was calling her. "Hi," she said before waiting for them to continue; "who is this?" she asked when they didn't.

"Oh it's Don," he answered, bending down to look in a pet cage.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes she nodded remembering Lorne telling her that was the trainer's name. "Hello Don, what did he want you to tell me?"

Don looked up from the little bin of crickets the girl was collecting for him. "Oh uh, one second I wrote it down," he said before searching his pockets for the little paper Frank had written the number on. "He told me to tell ya a call was gonna come to a Florence Nightgarden. I'm guessing you're Florence, so it's nice to meet you ma'am."

She stood with a pen in hand and her tongue in her cheek. "Seriously?" she muttered closing the chart and handing it to the nurse, "that's what he named me?" She sighed before brushing loose strands of hair out of her face. "Thanks for calling Don," she told him as she made her way to the hospital's "library".

"Oh it's no problem, Florence," he said pleased by her thanks, Frank wasn't exactly a pleasant guy. "You know, if you're ever lookin' for a trainer or someone to help you workout, I'm your guy."

She laughed shaking her head. "I'll remember that."

"And I could, you know, give you a discount," he offered smiling at her soft laughter.

She ran a hand over her hair not exactly knowing how to respond. "Okay, I'll let you know. Alright, bye now." She was still chuckling when she got the small library, and she shook her head wishing she could see Lorne's face when he talked to him.

It was nearly a half hour of looking through the different books for any form of treatment on meningoencephalitis, but there wasn't much in the form of a treatment – there was only a little over a 1% survival rate – when the phone finally rang. "Hi there," she answered stealing Don's greeting.

"This is Lieutenant Schmidt over at the Duluth Police Department, am I speaking to Florence Nightgarden?"

She hadn't realized the phone call Lorne needed from her was a police matter, and she so greatly wanted to smack him for not warning her. "Oh you betcha," she answered.

The Lieutenant and Bill Oswalt looked at the picture of a forty year old woman with short brown hair, finding her on the church's website and seeing she worked in the office. "Alright ma'am, we have a few questions about your minister Frank Peterson if you don't mind."

"Geeze, is Frank in trouble for something?" she asked propping her legs up on the table and leaning back in her chair.

The two men looked at each other. "That's what we're trying to find out, ma'am," the Lieutenant told her. "How long has he been a minister in your church?"

She almost sighed realizing she was gonna have to make something up, Lorne hadn't prepared her for this in any way – which she thought was quite presumptuous of him to assume she could lie as easily as him. "Oh about a few years now," she answered. "We all love Frank, he's a peach don't you know it."

The Lieutenant ran a hand over his brow afraid she'd say something like that. "I'm sure he is, Ms. Nightgarden."
"You know, my sister had her qualms about him when he first came to the church due to favoring our old minister, but Frank won her over right quick, I tell ya."

With a sigh Ben Schmidt's shoulders slumped, seeing a very big mistake had been made.

"Alright ma'am, one more question and I'll let you go back to your day: can you confirm Mr. Peterson whereabouts on Tuesday night?"

Olivia hesitated knowing she was supposed to give a certain answer to this question, but Lorne hadn't told her; and then she remembered his strange word of goodbye before he'd hopped out of her car – bingo. "He was at bingo like he always is," she answered hearing the officer sigh unhappily and she let out a silent breath of relief.

"Thank you for answering our questions, Ms. Nightgarden, sorry for taking your time," he told her.

"It was no trouble at all Lieutenant," she told him. "You have a great day," she said not knowing exactly who she was supposed to be, but if she had a guess she was supposed to work at the church.

"You too ma'am," he told her before hanging up and dropping his head in his hand.

Oswalt stood behind him just as displeased. "Should we call the alderman?" he asked.

The Lieutenant shook his head before grabbing the phone and putting in the number he found on the website; already knowing how this conversation would go.

Olivia sat back in her chair quite pleased at how well that had gone, now left looking at the useless books waiting for Lorne to call. She'd moved to the computer and was reading about a man who'd contracted meningoencephalitis and had been successfully treated with heroic doses of Amphotericin B – a Hail Mary if there ever was one. But his illness had been caught early, her patient was already in the final stages barely aware of what was going on around him due to his severe hallucinations – and she wouldn't get the test's results until tomorrow. She'd sat at the computer for an hour before her phone rang again, though it wasn't Lorne's number that came up. "Hello?"

"Hi it's me again."

She smiled amused at the sound of his high voice. "Hi Don," she greeted.

He smiled at her remembering his name. "I gotta question for ya, are you Frank's lady?"

She'd looked up from the computer surprised at that, and heard Lorne mutter, "give me that," before he held the phone to his ear and sighed irritably. "How long are you keeping him around for?" she asked knowing he was hating working with Don, and if he didn't need him the man would've been dead already.

"I haven't decided," he answered sourly.

She smiled sitting back, hearing the incredibly loud chirping in the background and honestly not wanting to know what he was doing. "You know, you should give some warning before you throw me into the middle of things, I could've ruined your entire story," she told him honestly, and she seriously could have. One wrong word from her and she might have made everything crumble, which would have left Lorne in jail.

"I'm out so I'd say you did pretty well," he said unconcerned, enjoying putting her in the position of being someone else and seeing how well she played the part.

She rolled her eyes at how reckless a decision that had been. "Don't you have people better equipped for this kind of thing?"

"I already told you," he said looking out the window as they drove, "I don't want anyone else." He could easily picture the smile that spread on her mouth, one she couldn't wipe off her face even if she tried. At the feeling of eyes on him he turned to see Don's goofy grin, though it quickly melted off his face as he turned to look at the road once more.

She ran her tongue over her teeth as she tried to stop smiling, hating when he said things like that over the phone; if he'd been near she would've kissed him, and if they'd been alone she would have done a lot more than kiss him. "I'd say you still owe me," she told him.

"And what do I owe you?" he asked wondering what it be this time, this wasn't the first time he'd used her to help him, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

She thought about it a moment before answering. "I haven't decided, but it'll probably end with us naked."

If he'd been alone he may have smiled for a brief moment, but as it were he sat stoically in the passenger's seat of the van. "I look forward to repaying you then."

She smiled gently knowing he was only calling to let her know he'd gotten out. "You should probably go, do whatever you're planning with all those crickets."

"Would you like me to call later?" he asked knowing the question would surprise her.

And she was surprised, pleasantly; it was his way of saying thank you, cause lord knows he'd never actually say those two words. "I'm working until seven tomorrow morning, if you catch me before I go to sleep."

"Oh, tell Florence I say bye."

Lorne looked over at Don with hard eyes before sighing. "Don says goodbye," he ground out before turning to look back out of the window hearing her laugh. "And I'll call you then."

"Okay, be nice to him," she said, "before you kill him."

He cast a look at Don beside him. "I make no guarantees," he told her.

She smiled hearing the weariness in his voice of the man. "Alright, have fun with your crickets I'll talk to you tomorrow morning."

Don looked over at Frank grinning. "She seems real nice," he said meeting Lorne's blank look with a smile.

Lorne reached into pocked and pulled out his wallet, unfolding the photograph he kept of her and showing Don – there wasn't a single person besides Liv he'd shown it to that was still alive, and the man beside him was completely unaware as he looked at the woman in the photo.

"Aw, she's a real looker," Don said before looking back to the road. "Wonder how you got her."

Lorne gave him a sharp look. "My good looks and winning personality," he said before folding the photograph back into his wallet.

"Well you know," Don started.

"Just drive to the store."

"Right," Don said quietly, looking away from the man beside him as he continued on.

…

Later that night

"Lester," Numbers said turning the man's face to him, "I need a location."

"Look, he took my car," Lester stuttered, swallowing the rising vomit in his throat. "They called me told me it was impounded in Duluth, so he's probably," he shrugged not wanting to say he was in Duluth – if Lorne wasn't then these guys would come back, and if he was and somehow survived then he'd come back; either way Lester was out of luck. He stumbled over his own tongue as he told them there was a picture of Lorne Malvo in the station, hoping to be done with them so he could throw up or pass out, whichever came first. "What?" he asked when the man forced him to turn, having nothing else to say.

"Where in Duluth?"

"I don't," Lester said shaking his head, which he regretted the moment he did as the room began to spin. "I don't know." Numbers reached for his hand again and Lester pulled away wanting to scream. "There's a woman," he said before he could stop himself; he didn't want to tell them about her, he didn't care if Malvo was hurt but he cared for her not to be.

Numbers looked at him closely, lifting a hand to tell Wrench what he'd said. "A woman Lorne Malvo cares about? What's her name, is she in Duluth too?"

Lester shook his head, his eyes shut tight wishing he'd never spoken a word about her. "She's in the hospital here, Dr. An," he broke off before he could say her name, his mouth fighting with him not to give her away. But the man next to him hit his face again and asked once more for her name. "Anderson," he finally finished, the bile in his throat rising at the thought of her death being his fault. "She's real nice, she doesn't deserve to be hurt she's a good lady."

"Okay," Numbers said hoping to get more about her out of him. "Is this Dr Anderson a woman Malvo cares about?" he asked waiting as Lester hesitated before nodding. "How so, I need proof he'd want her alive?"

He fought with himself not to answer, knowing he was signing her death sentence by admitting how he knew Malvo very much wanted her alive; if his hand wasn't hurting him, if his head wasn't so foggy he wanted to believe he wouldn't tell them. "I saw him ki," he sighed shaking his head, but Numbers jerked his chin back to face him. "He kissed her," he ground out.

Numbers turned to Wrench immediately and signed what Lester said, and Wrench's brows rose in surprise at who this woman was to their guy. Once more Numbers turned to Lester to look at him, needing to be sure. "Dr. Anderson," he said waiting for him to nod, "Lorne Malvo?"

Lester nodded. "He killed him, he killed Hess. But not her, I don't think she," he stumbled over trying to tell them about her, hearing a door opening and an officer coming around the corner. "Go see her at the hospital, see for yourself she's good, she's good, she's good," he said hoping they wouldn't hurt her, hoping they'd kill Malvo and she'd live – because if the opposite happened and she died while Malvo lived, Lester thought dying now would be less painful than what Malvo would do to him.

I realized something while writing this chapter that I don't think I ever explained; I am breaking into the middle of scenes in the show and adding my OC to them, and then leaving the scene where it would continue on as it does in the show. Which I realize causes a lot of random beginnings, as well as cutting the scene short - which I do because she's not really relevant before or after those points. However, I'm not sure how to write it so it's seemless in this story - so I apologize for that, it's something I still need a bit of work on.

So this was all of episode four and the beginning of episode five. So stuff will be happening in the next two chapters, and I'm very thrilled to finally be there - however, I don't want to completely catch up with the show yet so I'll be spacing my updates further throughout the week; maybe every other day, or every two days. One last thing, remember that hair Molly saw three chapters ago - that might come up again next chapter, just as a little refresher.