After it's over Fin is waiting for her outside the morgue. Melinda exits the room. Fin hands her a pair of grey sweatpants, and a matching NYPD t-shirt. She goes into the other room, and hands it to Olivia. Olivia gets dressed, and heads for the door.
"Olivia?"
Olivia turns, and looks at her, "Yeah?"
"I'll call you with your lab results, ok?"
"Ok," she nods.
She exits the room. She finds Fin waiting on her.
"What do you want to eat?"
She shakes her head, "I just want to sleep. I don't think that I've slept in six months."
"Ok. You want me to take you to..."
She cuts him off, "I can sleep in the cribs."
"But, Liv..." he tries to reason with her.
"I'll be fine."
When they get to the cribs he flips on the light. She heads to a bunk, the one she always chooses to sleep on. She climbs under the covers, and her head hits the pillow.
"You know the bed at my place is much more comfortable."
"This will be fine," she insists, laying on her side, facing the door.
"Do you need anything?"
"No."
"Do you want the light on?"
"I am not afraid of the dark," she yawns.
"I know, but..."
"You can turn it off," she tells him.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asks, lingering by the doorway.
"You don't have to," she answers.
He takes a seat, on the bunk nearest the door. He knows that she won't ask him to stay, even in her weakest moment. He also knows she doesn't want him to go. He watches her, until she falls asleep. She's been asleep for fifteen minutes when his phone rings. He takes it outside the room. Elliot appears in the hallway. He insists on sitting with her. Fin heads to the morgue.
When he arrives in the basement Melinda is waiting on him. He pushes through the autopsy doors.
"What's going on? What did you need to tell me in person?"
"Fin we have a problem."
"What kind of a problem?"
"A big one."
"The DNA isn't a match to the other victims?"
"Not that."
"Then what?"
"I don't think that Olivia knows."
"Knows what?"
Nick shakes his head, in disbelief. The state highway patrolman looks at him. Nick grits his teeth, as he speaks, "You are telling me that you saw his vehicle go by, three hours ago, and you didn't stop him?"
"I didn't. You have the wrong guy. Job is a good guy."
"Did you miss the BOLO we had out?"
"No, sir."
"Then why did you let him go?"
"We've worked together for ten years. Job would never do anything like that."
"Obviously you don't know him very well then."
"I know he didn't do it."
"That isn't your call. It is a jury's. He could be anywhere now. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir."
"He abducted several women, and held them captive. He tortured them."
"I don't believe it."
"You don't believe it?" Nick raises an eyebrow, "He abducted my partner. She called, from his house. You think that is just coincidence?"
"If she was there it was on her own freewill."
"Maybe I should take you into custody."
"For what?"
"Obstruction, to begin with."
"It will never stick. Everyone in this town has my back."
"That is all about to change. Everything you know is about to change."
"You will never make charges stick," the patrolman argues.
"You're going to be charged as an accessory, too."
"You can't do that. I didn't do anything wrong. Wouldn't you help your buddy, too?"
"I wouldn't let them get away. I would call a lawyer for them. I would try to prove them innocent, but I wouldn't just give them a three hour head start on the cops."
"You won't find him."
"You better hope that I do," Nick tells him, "Because if I don't, I am going to have your head, instead. Is that understood?"
"Yeah."
Nick steps back, and an FBI agent comes to put the patrolman in cuffs.
She's been asleep for an hour when her nightmares bring her back to reality. She opens her eyes, and is relieved to find that she's at the precinct, instead of her own personal hell. She opens her eyes, and sits up. Her former partner sits nearby. She blinks, when she sees him, considering for a moment the possibility that she's hallucinating.
"Elliot?"He smiles widely, and approaches her, "Olivia."
"You look like hell," she comments.
"It's nice to see you too," he responds.
"When was the last time you shaved?" she questions.
"It's been a while. I have had more important things to attend to."
"Like what?"
"Trying to find you," he answers.
"Here I am."
He squats next to the bunk. He leans forward, and wraps his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. She hugs him back, not letting him go. She tries her best not to cry, but the tears come anyway. He brushes the hair out of her face.
"You're safe now," he tells her, completely unaware of the fact that her hell is yet to be over.