"Olivia?"

"Fin! Get me out of here!"

"Step back," he tells her.

She takes a few steps back. He steps back, but finds at hand on his shoulder. He turns around, and finds Nick.

"I'll kick it," he tells him.

Fin nods, and steps out of the pantry. Nick kicks the door, twice, and finally it flies open. Olivia comes up the stairs. Nick reaches for her hand. He leads her out of the pantry. She looks at him, graciously.

"Nick, I don't think I was the only one down there."

He furrows his brow, "What do you mean?"

"There are two cells."

He nods. "I'll take her to the ambulance," he insists, as Nick heads down the stairs, with a crew of FBI agents.

Fin leads her out of the house. She leans on him, to steady her balance. She carefully walks down the stairs, of the porch. He leads her to the awaiting ambulance. She stops, when she reaches it, and looks at it.

"No," she tells him.

"Olivia we have to get you checked out."

"Not here. I don't know how far his reach goes," she tells him.

"Ok," he nods, leading her past the ambulance, to one of the black SUV's.

She climbs into the passenger's seat. She leaves the door open. She sits on the side of the seat, looking around at her surroundings. She sits in silence. Fin stand next to the vehicle. He tries not to stare at her. It proves to be difficult. She's wearing an orange jumpsuit, but that is the least disturbing thing, by far. Her face, neck, chest, and both arms are covered in contusions, and abrasions. She's pale, and appears dehydrated. She has heavy dark circles under her eyes. He can tell that one of her eyes is still healing from a pretty serious blow. The most disturbing thing is her emaciated appearance. Her collar bones, and cheek bones stick out.

"When was the last time that you had a good meal?" he wonders, aloud.

She shrugs, "I couldn't tell you."

"Where do you want to go, to get checked out?"

"I just want to go home."

"We still haven't found him," he reminds her.

"Please just take me home," she begs.

Nick stays behind, to locate the perp. Fin, and Olivia head back to New York, on a plane. Olivia refuses to go to the hospital. They climb into the squad car, that is parked at the airport. Fin looks over at her.

"Olivia, you don't have to be this tough."

"This isn't about being tough," she argues.

"What do you mean?"

"It's survival mode."

"Olivia someone has to examine you. You know that."

"I..."

"I am not even talking about criminal proceedings. Olivia, please. I want to make sure that you're alright."

"I just want to..."

He cuts her off, "Not an option."

"I don't want to go to the hospital. Nick hasn't found him, and he won't."

"No one is going to let him hurt you, again."

"You can't promise me that."

"I will be your personal guard," he vows.

"Even you have to sleep, sometime."

"Olivia, please."

"Fine," she agrees.

He shakes his head, in disbelief, as he opens the door for her. The walk down the hallway.

"Are you sure about this?" Fin questions.

"Yes," she insists.

"You want to be examined, in the morgue?"

"Melinda is beyond qualified."

"Ok," he relents. She stops in front of the autopsy room doors. She turns, and looks at him.

"You can wait out here."

"Ok," he nods, in agreement.

Olivia pushes the doors open. She steps inside the room. She finds Melinda standing in front of her, with her back turned towards the door. She looks into the microscope examining a piece of evidence. The cold metal table in the center of the room is void of a body.

"Give me a minute," Melinda insists, upon hearing footsteps.

"Take your time."

Melinda takes her eyes off what she's looking at in the microscope. She turns around, and looks at the person standing there, before her. Her lips curl into a smile. "Olivia."

Melinda moves forward for a hug. Olivia extends her arm, preventing her from hugging her.

"Don't you'll contaminate evidence," Olivia insists.

Melinda studies Olivia's orange jumpsuit. "What do you mean contaminate evidence?"

"I didn't want to go to the hospital. I am not a very trusting individual right now," she admits.

"So you came to me?"

Olivia nods.

"I am just glad that you're finally home."

"Me too."

Melinda grabs a bottle of disinfectant, and a rag. She thoroughly cleans the exam table.

"There are some things that I need to get."

"I'm not going anywhere," Olivia points out.

"Are you sure that you want me to do this? You really want to do this here? I mean..."

"I'm sure."

"It's going to get pretty personal."

"I know. I would just feel more comfortable if you did it. I trust you."

"Ok."