He finds her in the basement, quietly sitting at a table, with a box in front of her. She silently reads the file in front of her. She doesn't acknowledge Fin's presence though he is certain that she knows he is there. There is a chair at the table, perpendicular to Olivia. Without a word Fin pulls the chair out, and has a seat. He looks at her, but says nothing. She ignores him completely.

"He was wrong to send you down here," he breaks the silence.

She says nothing in response.

"I know that this job has been your life, but you have to take a step back. Your life..."

She shakes her head, and finally looks up at him. She stares at him, in frustration as she cuts him off, "This job is my life."

"Don't sell yourself short."

"I am not married. I have no family. This is all I have. Without this, I don't know who I am."

"You are the strongest person that I know," he admits.

"I don't want to talk anymore. I am tired of talking. I just want to work. Working is the only thing that helps me deal."

"That isn't true and you know it. You want an excuse to shut the world out. If you are working on a case you have a distraction. You have something to keep you from dealing with things. Olivia you can't skip the steps this time."

"What do you think will happen if I don't? I am lucky to be alive. I don't think anything worse can happen."

"Olivia while you were gone I kept having this recurring nightmare. I kept dreaming of you eating your gun. I don't want to have to live that."

"Fin..."

He cuts her off, "Don't brush me off. You just said yourself, work is your life. The events of the past months threaten that. If it goes away I am afraid that my dream will become a reality. I know that I can never understand what you have gone through. But I know you."

"Why are you here?"

"I wanted to apologize on behalf Cragen. It was a poor choice to send you down here."

"I am not that fragile."

"Really?" he cocks an eyebrow.

"It's quiet down here, and I don't have to deal with the looks, or the questions."

"And there is absolutely no security. I am worried about your safety. Grab you box, and come back upstairs."

"I can't."

"Can't, or won't?"

"This job has been my life for so long. I am not afraid someone is going to take it away from me."

"What are you afraid of?"

"That I can't do it anymore. I am afraid that I don't want to do it anymore."

"You do."

"How do you know?"

"Because I can still see the passion you have for this."

"What if that isn't enough?"

"It will have to be, for now."

"What if they never find him? That is a possibility."

"That isn't a question that I can answer, Liv. That is something for you to answer."

"Is this where you suggest that I go see a shrink?"

Fin doesn't answer.

"I am not ready to talk to anyone."

"Because?"

"I need to sort through some things on my own, before I can share them with others."

"Liv everyone has scars."

She shakes her head, "Not like these."

"Will you please come back upstairs?"

She finds a quiet place to work, with a balance of enough privacy, and eyes. She sits on a stool, and reads the case file to herself. She takes notes as she reads. She turns around, and finds Melinda working on an autopsy report.

"Can I interrupt for a minute?" Olivia questions, from her seat at the counter in the autopsy room.

"Yes," Melinda looks up.

Olivia looks at the piece of paper. "I worked this case, but I don't remember seeing this report."

Melinda joins her. Olivia hands her the sheet of paper. Melinda reads it, and then briefly reviews the file.

"We did an analysis of the hair. We were backlogged, and another case took precedence. By the time the results came it was probably just filed away. I never saw it."

"How do you know?"

"Because I never signed it," Melinda explains, "If I had been aware of it I would have signed it."

"So what does it mean?"

Melinda furrows her brow as she reads the report. She finishes reading, and looks at Olivia.

"Liv what year was this report from?"

"Two thousand. Why?"

"Where did they find this victim?"

"She washed up near a warehouse off the Hudson, why?"

"Did we ever identify her?"

"No. Why?"

"Olivia why did you choose this case to start with?"

She shakes her head, "I have a list I keep in my desk of cases I couldn't solve. This one was on the top of the list. Why are you asking?"

"You need to check the missing person's database from West Virginia, and surrounding states."

"Why?"

"Because the analysis of the hair is almost an identical match to the hair I found on you."

"Meaning that she was the same place he was?"

"Maybe she is a victim that we didn't know about."

"She was sixteen."

"How old would he have been at the time?"

"Seventeen."

"A seventeen year old is sloppy. He hadn't had any training then. We need to go back through the evidence."