ziggystardust1994: thanks, I'm glad you liked it: I had a lot of fun with her pretending to be Florence Nightgarden because she really would do anything for him; which is why he keeps bringing her into his world. I can't wait to get more into Wrench and Numbers, which I do a little bit in this chapter.

Bob O: I know, I just loved seeing the stark contrast between Don and Lorne, their interactions were hilarious. And thank you, I'm really glad you liked the chapter. I'm also happy to hear that you understand why I'm cutting out the parts she doesn't have a place in because you're right, it would take the "spotlight" off of her and then put it on a character we already know about.

Olivia left the lounge where she'd fallen asleep on the couch for her break, and she would've slept longer if her pager hadn't beeped calling her back to the E.R. to continue working. "He's in the third room down the hall, his vitals have all been taken," the nurse said handing her the chart.

She opened it to see why he'd come in, seeing other than a cut on his jaw he was in perfect health. "Evening Mr. Numbers, how are you?" she asked stepping into the room to find a man with very coiffed hair sitting on the table.

"Pretty well all things considered," he said motioning to the rag he was holding to his jaw.

She smiled sympathetically before grabbing a pair of gloves. "Would you like something for the pain or is it manageable?" she asked before stepping closer to inspect the wound; seeing the blood on the rag and in his beard which did little more than hide the laceration.

He looked closely at her badge as she leaned over him, seeing first the picture of her and then her name. "I can manage it, Dr. Anderson," he told her. "If it's not too intrusive, can I ask where you're from?"

She gave him a soft smile before cleaning the blood from his beard. "Maryland," she answered. "You're not from here either, I have to say yours is by far the easiest name I've pronounced in several days."

He laughed softly. "I bet," he told her. "What brings you out here, if you don't mind my asking?" he asked feeling her gently dabbing around where Wrench had cut him.

"I came for a patient," she said before tossing out the damp cloth and grabbing another to finish cleaning under his chin.

"Far way to come for a patient," he said wondering if she was as kind as she seemed; it certainly didn't make sense for her to have any ties with the guy they were looking for.

She nodded knowing it was, even for her own chief it had been quite the stretch. "He's a very sick little boy. Now you have to tell me why you're out here."

He turned to her with raised brows. "Oh do I?"

She smiled. "That's how it works; I told you why I'm here, now it's your turn."

He was surprised to find himself smiling along with her, not liking how amiable she was. "I'm visiting a friend," he explained.

She looked up from his jaw. "He's not the one that hit you, is he?"

He shook his head laughing. "No, that was another guy."

She finished cleaning off the blood and finally found the source of the bleeding. "On a positive note the guy that hit you didn't leave you needing stitches, only an icepack and some ibuprofen," she told him as she searched through the drawers in the cabinet. "Though it is still relatively deep, so to spare you another round of bleeding I'll put a layer of surgical glue on it," she told him before returning with the tube of Dermabond.

"Will I have to come back to get it taken off?"

"No, it should start flaking off in about a week or two," she assured him. "And if you're up for it I could take the time to keep it off your beard, but moving the hair out of the way might cause you some discomfort around the laceration."

For a good ten minutes she stood beside him, a hand pulling the hair out of the way and the other applying the glue. "You can't even tell it's there," she said when she'd finished and expected it.

He stared hard at her back as she filled out the rest of his chart; he'd killed a number of people and none of them were remotely nice, not even the guys that hired them. Though the moment she turned back to him he smiled pleasantly, not wanting to raise any flags at that particular moment in time.

"Alright Mr. Numbers, if you take this back to the front desk the woman there can get you ready to go," she told him before motioning him to follow. "Don't get into anymore fights, but it was nice meeting you," she told him before grabbing a new chart.

…

Numbers walked to where Wrench stood, his eyes finally leaving the doctor. "Did you meet her?" Wrench signed.

"Worse," Numbers told him, "I liked her."

Wrench looked to the woman surprised, Numbers having been very clear he was ready to finish this assignment and leave. "Does she know Malvo?"

He shrugged. "We'll find out when you're in there."

…

"Dr. Anderson."

"Dr. Bakus," she greeted in returned. She was stopped from saying anymore by the sound of her phone ringing. "I'm waiting for test results to get back, would you mind taking this one please?" she asked, handing him the chart when he'd agreed, and stepping away from the desk to answer. "Dr. Anderson speaking."

"Oh um, this is Deputy Solverson with the Bemidji Police Department," Molly said confused and now suspicious – Gus had taken the number directly from the directory of the church 'Frank Peterson' was supposedly a minister at.

She paused at the sound of the woman's voice, expecting someone she just said she wasn't. "You must be looking for Ms. Nightgarden, I'm afraid she'll probably be out for the night."

"Might I ask why that is?" Molly asked not liking that someone else had answer the phone; already entirely suspicious of anyone with ties to Frank Peterson.

Olivia ran a hand over her hair as she quickly found a lie that worked. "She just got out of surgery, she probably won't wake for several hours."

Molly nodded as she jotted down what the woman was saying, underlining the name Anderson and making a note to look into her. "And can I ask why you're in possession of her phone?"

"She insisted that I carry it in case anymore officers call about her minister. Has he been released yet, I found it odd he hasn't visited?"

Molly looked up from the quick notes she was taking. "What do you mean?"

Olivia smiled softly knowing she now had the deputy in the palm of her hand. "I've had quite a few patients who are part of religious gatherings, I'm not sure if I remember a time the leader didn't visit at least once. I just thought it was a little strange is all."

Molly put away her notepad finding that she believed the doctor, who was also seeing the strangeness of this man. "It is quite strange," she agreed. "If I give you my number would you call if he does stop by?" she asked, planning to ask the doctor to describe the man and see if it matched the description of Lorne Malvo.

"Of course, just let me," she said searching for her pen and a piece of paper, "alright I'm ready." She copied down the number the deputy gave, dotting her i's and crossing her t's – playing the part of a completely innocent doctor who had no idea what was going on.

"Thanks for your time," Molly told her hoping Frank would show up, hoping they could catch that the guy they arrested wasn't who he said he was.

Olivia said her goodbyes before hanging up and breathing a sigh of relief at how easy that had been, having almost panicked when she'd first heard it was another deputy. She looked up at the surgical board, which she'd stopped beside, and caught sight of a familiar name. "What is he doing here again?" she asked herself before checking the layout of the beds and finding the room he'd been stationed in. "I'm just here to check on Mr. Nygaard," she told the officer outside his room, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach at why he was there. Closing the door behind her she stepped toward the bed seeing he was turned on his side. "Mr. Nygaard," she said softly as she sat beside him. He turned to her confused and wide eyed, unable to believe he was seeing her. "Your hand finally do you in?"

He smiled in spite of himself, remembering how gentle she was, and he was reminded again of what a terrible thing he'd done telling those two men about her. "I'm so sorry," he said softly.

"Mr. Nygaard?" She watched surprised and concerned as he broke into tears, repeating over and over again how sorry he was; and she could do little more than sit with a hand on his shoulder as he cried wondering what he'd done. He had just started settling down when she heard her name over the intercom calling her back to the E.R, and she turned back to Lester with a small smile. "Would you like me to come back later?" she asked hoping then he might tell her what he was sorry for – it was worrying her, a nagging thought in the back of her mind that she should call Lorne and ask him what he wanted her to do because she could see from the look in Lester's eyes that he'd done something bad.

"Oh, y-yes please, please come back later," he begged, knowing if she did then everything was fine and she wasn't hurt.

She smiled as best she could before patting his arm and standing, her smile slipping away as worry took its place. The moment she left his room she reached for her phone to call Lorne, knowing he'd tell her to stop worrying – or he might tell her to go back to the hotel and wait for him because something was wrong. She didn't know what he'd say, all she knew was she wanted to hear his voice.

"Oh geeze, I'm sorry."

Olivia let go of the phone in her pocket and looked at who she'd run into, her voice sounding familiar. "It was probably my fault, I wasn't paying attention," she said seeing on her name plate she was the deputy she'd just spoken to. "We just talked on the phone," she said giving the deputy a friendly smile, once more playing her part.

"Dr. Anderson, how funny to see you," Molly said, her suspicions now blaring at hearing even clearer the lack of accent she didn't have, and at the sight of her long blonde hair – recalling the strand of hair that had escaped on the wind from the crashed car with the naked fella. "Were you checking in on Lester Nygaard?" she asked not liking that she also knew Lester – which meant the car that Lorne Malvo had crashed may have had this woman in it as well.

Olivia looked over her shoulder at the officer sitting outside Lester's room, his head now up from the paper he'd been reading and listening to the two women. "Yes I was seeing that he was settling in well after surgery, he had a close call with his hand," she explained.

"Oh yeah?" Molly asked nodding. "That's what his doctor said. Were you there for his surgery?" she asked not understanding why she would be – one surgeon would've been more than enough to drain a hand of puss and to give him medicine.

But Olivia nodded offering a meek smile. "I'm at the end of my residency, as close as I am to being an attending I'm not quite there yet; so I have to have one in the O.R. with me."

"Oh," Molly said realizing that made sense, and she'd seen enough doctor shows to know that was true. "Can I ask what brought you out here?" she asked seeing the doctor's confusion. "We have an ongoing investigation with the suspect being someone from out of town, and you're from out of town," she added with an awkward smile, "so I kind of have ask, not that I think you had to anything to do with it. It's just, it's part of the job," she finished with a shrug.

Olivia nodded as though she understood. "Yeah of course. I had a patient in Maryland and we couldn't figure out what was going on, since his family was only visiting we sent them home. But the mother asked if I could come out and continue trying to find the cause of his illness, and I get it," Olivia told her easily, much more comfortable now that she was being honest. "I mean you're moved doctor to doctor depending on what you have and you have different nurses and so none of the faces are the same; both parents and children tend to get attached to one person and it's always hard to take that security blanket away cause they're already so worried and afraid. And to be honest, he's a beautiful little boy, and I got attached. So, now I'm now here."

Molly nodded surprised at the amount of compassion in all she'd said; wondering if it was even possible that she knew Malvo. "Well if I ever get sick I hope you're my doctor," she said sharing a short laugh with the other woman. "Are you closer to finding out what he has?" she asked.

Olivia might have been pleased at knowing she once more had the deputy's suspicions put to rest, but the look on her face faltered and she shook her head. "I'm 95% sure I know what he has, but since it's rare we have to wait for the test results to come back before we tell the mother; and then we get to tell her that the monster of a medical bill we wracked up with all the tests has been," she broke off shaking her head feeling her eyes burning, "it's all been for nothing because he was gonna die the moment he got it."

Molly looked at the doctor sadly, seeing she was taking this little's boy dying hard; though Olivia hadn't planned it, she was only giving Molly more proof she was innocent. "I'm so sorry."

She nodded trying to shake it off. "You know, he's supposed to be turning seven next week," she said quietly, "now he's gonna be laying in the morgue." She held a hand over her mouth as she took a breath, pushing her tears down until she could breathe calmly. "I'm sorry," she said trying to excuse herself, usually reigning in her emotions while she was at work – she only let herself cry at home or in the locker room.

"No," Molly said shaking her head, seeing there was no way this woman was connected to Lorne Malvo; a woman who got attached to a patient and came with them halfway across the country, and now stood heartbroken over the thought of losing them, would end up being the victim not an accomplice. Beside there being no other evidence than a lost strand of hair tying her to the car that may or may not have had her in it; and Lorne Malvo had been a busy man, but there was no other proof that he might know her. Molly wondered if their being here around the same time was actually just a coincidence, which was ironic because she didn't very much like coincidences.

"Dr. Anderson to the E.R."

Olivia looked up at the sound of her name over the intercom again. "I have to go, were there any other questions you wanted to ask?"

Molly shook her head giving a quaint smile. "No, that was it. It was like I said, I didn't really think you were involved."

She nodded before walking down the hall back to the E.R. with her emotions in check and a tired smile ready for the next person she would see. She took the chart to the room she was directed to finding a broad-shouldered man with impressive sideburns sitting on the table. "Hello Mr. Wrench," she said pausing at his last name. "How did you hurt your hand?" She looked up from his chart when he didn't answer and saw him looking behind her. "Mr. Numbers," she said at seeing the familiar man, catching sight of his hand movements and realizing the man on the table was deaf. "Can you read lips?" she asked when she was sure Mr. Wrench was looking at her. She smiled when he nodded and motioned for the other man to come in the room. "So, what'd he do to make you punch him?" she asked seeing the man's mouth twitch as though to smile.

"How do you know I did something?" Numbers asked from behind her.

She looked over her shoulder at him smiling before turning so Mr. Wrench could still see her mouth. "He's deaf, you're obviously at fault," she said before grabbing a pair of gloves and sitting on a stool and taking his hand to inspect it.

Numbers gave Wrench a look, seeing he was smiling, and shook his head; she was too likeable, it'd make their job difficult.

She looked up at the man sitting on the table and waited for him to look down at her before speaking. "You guys aren't planning to fight again are you?" She waited patiently as he signed to the man behind her, and then waited still looking at Mr. Wrench as Mr. Numbers translated.

"He said it's rare a person who isn't deaf knows how to speak to someone who is."

She half turned to Mr. Numbers confused. "What do you mean?"

He motioned to her. "Well like that, you're talking to me but you're making sure he can still read your lips. And you look at him when he signs, and then keep looking at him when I translate."

"I hadn't thought about that," she said not realizing she'd even done it until he'd told her.

She didn't see Numbers behind her shaking his head unhappily as he looked down at the counter he was leaning on.

"The good news," she said looking up at Mr. Wrench, "is I looked at your x-ray and there's nothing broken. The unfortunate news is you need surgical glue as well," she said before standing and going to the cabinet.

"What glue?" Wrench signed and nodded when Numbers signed surgical, having not read that word clearly from her mouth.

She returned to the stool taking his hand again as she began applying the glue, not hearing the man moving silently behind her as he opened drawers and cabinets – not knowing they had come specifically for her.

"You know a friend told us to request you," Numbers said from behind her, his hand reaching for a needle, "said you were a great doctor."

She smiled briefly as she held the lacerated skin together – finding it strange no bruise had formed on either Number's cheek or Wrench's hand, and they were both clean cuts as well. "And who was that?"

He nodded to Wrench to watch her face closely before he answered. "Lester Nygaard." Wrench saw her eyes move from his hand, could feel that she was unconsciously holding her breath as that information settled; he looked up at Numbers and nodded. With a sigh Numbers stepped forward silently. "You know, I could hardly believe when he said there was a woman attached to Lorne Malvo."

He caught her around the waist as she lunged for the door, his hand clamping over her mouth as he stabbed the needle in her neck. "Shh, shh, it's okay," he said softly, his hand tightening around her mouth as she struggled, his other arm coming around her to press her against his chest as she began to sag. "We're not gonna hurt you," he said in her ear, feeling her grow heavier as her struggles weakened, "you're just the bait."

Wrench sat staring at her terrified eyes pleading silently with him as she sank lower in Numbers' arms, her eyes beginning to flutter rapidly as the sedative began taking effect; he wasn't any happier about this than Numbers, knowing they'd take her back to Fargo to be questioned on what all she knew, and then she'd be killed.

Numbers held her as her head fell forward and her eyes shut losing consciousness. "I got her," he said shaking his head when Wrench stepped forward to carry her, but Numbers lifted her in his arms and jerked his head so Wrench would see if they were clear to leave. And after a few moments he followed Wrench out the door and down the hall toward the back exit where their car was parked, laying her in the backseat before they headed for Duluth.

I thought I should probably explain how I depicted Wrench and Numbers - in my opinion I don't think they're necessarily bad people, I won't say they're good but I don't think they're the "bad guys". I think they're just doing their job and hunting Malvo - other than that one guy they mistook for him they haven't hurt anyone else, minus Lester but he's very suspicious and he knew something. Also with the way I made Olivia, she's what a doctor is supposed to be when they're seeing patients; she's nice and personable and tries to make her patients comfortable. So it doesn't make sense for her to be attached to Lorne Malvo, so it kind of caught them off guard. And when you're job is to kill people, who probably deserve it, I don't think they would be fine taking someone who was very kind and pleasant; so they kind of regret that she's gonna have to die. Anyways, sorry for the long spiel, I just wanted to explain what I did in case there's anyone who doesn't agree with my opinion on them possibly being, relatively speaking, 'okay' guys, and that way everyone can see what I'm going for in my portrayal of them.

Also, this is basically the end of the fifth episode.