"You can't think like that," he warns.

"I don't know where the monster who did this to me even is. I don't know if you will ever find him. There are two of them. You won't know which one is which. How am I supposed to help myself, when I can't even convince myself that it's ok to fall asleep?!"

He takes a seat on the arm of the couch.

"Olivia you don't have to stay here."

"I should feel safe in my own home, don't you think."

"After everything that has happened, I understand why you don't."

"I just want my life to go back to normal. I want to pretend that none of this ever happened."

"Olivia that is not a solution, and you know that."

"I don't want to have to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. I am always going to wonder."

"Liv we are going to find him," he promises.

"Don't make promises that you can't keep."

"You need to talk to someone," he insists.

"I am talking to you," she points out.

"A professional."

"I am not ready for that," she argues.

"You don't have much of a choice."

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to come back to work you need to at least go through the motions. You have to jump through the hoops if you ever hope to get back."

"And what if I do, and it isn't enough?"

He cocks an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"What if I can't pass my psych evaluation? What if I can never be a cop, again?"

"Just have some faith," he insists.

"That is easy for you to say. It is not easy for me to do. How am I supposed to have faith in anything, after everything that has happened in the past six months?"

"You trust me, you trust your partner, right?"

"Yeah," she nods in agreement.

"Then have some faith in us. Let us help you."

"I..." she trails off as her eyes well up with tears.

"Don't push us away, and shut us out all of the time. Let us in. Let us help you."

"The physical scars are not nearly as bad as the other scars he left."

"I know."

"And I don't want to go rehashing old wounds."

"Olivia sometimes you have to face things in order to deal with them. I know that none of this is easy, but you have to hold on."

Her chin quivers, as she does her best to maintain her composure, and keep from crying, "I don't know if I want to."

His heart sinks, "Liv, don't say that."

"I don't know if I can hold on anymore. I don't know if it is worth it anymore."

"You're telling me that you don't think you're worth it?"

"I..." she can't find the strength to answer him honestly.

"You may not believe in yourself. You might not have faith in me, but you have to hold on."

"Why? Give me one good reason."

"Because you listen when no one else will. You have helped so many people. You have given strength to so many women, who felt like they didn't have any."

She shakes her head, "I made them confront their attackers. I made them relive every single details of their attacks. Then I told them it was going to be ok. It just isn't enough. It will never be enough."

"You help them heal," he argues.

"I help them relive their living hell. I'm not there for them, in the middle of the night, when they are wide awake, because they're afraid he's coming back. I am not there when they wear their running shoes to bed. I don't know that I helped any of them."

"Olivia, trust me, you helped a lot of them."

"I don't know if any of it is worth it," she admits.

"Which part?" he queries.

"The system. Putting someone on trial, and having to fight just to prove that they are guilty of a crime that we know they committed. We put victims on the stand and make them look in the face of their attackers to testify. If that isn't cruelty I don't know what is. It is a twisted sense of justice."

"I don't think that we're getting anywhere here. I know that you're angry. I know that it is going to take a long time to heal. When you're ready I am here to help you."

"You're leaving?"

"No," he shakes his head, moving towards the door.

"Come on let's get something to eat. You have to be hungry."

"I'm fine."

"Olivia you don't have to lie to me. You can lie to yourself, if you want, but please don't lie to me."

"Fin..."

"Come on," he insists.

"I..."

"You need to get out of this apartment. We have to find you somewhere else to stay."

"Like where?"

"Anywhere but here."

"I can stay here."

"No," he shakes his head, "You can't stay here. I won't let you surround yourself with memories that you can't shake. I won't let you sit in this apartment, and be reminded of what happened every second that you're here. You've got to start over."

"But..." she tries to argue.

"No arguments."

"I should be able to stay in my own home."

"I agree, but you can't stay here. I think that you should start looking for a new place."

"I'm not ready to deal with anything else, right now," she admits.

"Then you'll stay with me, until you are."

"I don't want to put you out."

"Liv you would do the same for me."

"Fin I don't think that it is necessary for me to stay with you."

He nods, "If you don't want to stay with me, that is fine, but you have to choose someone to stay with."

"Why?"

"Because you don't need to be alone right now."

"How do you know what I need?"

"Because I know you, even when you don't want me to."