He takes Melinda's advice. He waits for her to be ready to talk, but his patience grows thin. The days quickly turn into weeks. After two weeks he can't take it any longer. He can't sit idly by, and watch her be completely miserable. It's late one night, and they have just finished a particularly grueling case. He meets her by the elevator. They are the last two to finish their paperwork. The doors open, and they both step inside. She presses the button in silence. He looks over at her.

"Olivia I can't do this anymore."

"What are you talking about Fin? Do you mean the job?"

He shakes his head, "I can't pretend like you're okay, when you're not."

"I am fine."

"You're not fine. You have to deal with this."

"I am dealing with this the best way that I know how."

"By spending every waking moment you have here?"

"No."

"You need to talk to someone."

"I am!"

"I don't mean me."

"I know what you meant," she responds, defensively.

"You're seeing a professional?"

"I don't see that I have much of a choice, do I? I can let this thing consume me, or I can figure out a way to deal with it."

"I am glad that you have realized that."

"So are we done talking about this now?"

"No," he shakes his head.

"What is it that you want to talk about?"

"The day that you left, and your partner..." he trails off.

"Came after me as if he thought that I was going to do something stupid? I remember. What about it?"

"Where were you?"

She furrows her brow as the elevator doors open, "He didn't tell you?"

Fin follows her off the elevator. He shakes his head, "No."

"Oh," she heads for the exit.

"Olivia you should know by now that your partner has your back."

"I do know that."

"Do you?" he cocks an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she nods, "Now more than ever."

"Can we talk, please?"

She purses her lips, "Okay."

"I'll buy you dinner," he offers.

"I won't pass up dinner."

He smirks, "I heard your stomach growling earlier. When was the last time you ate?"

"About six o'clock this morning," she admits.

"That's thirteen hours ago."

"I didn't even realize that I missed lunch until a little while ago."

"What sounds good to you?"

"Whatever you want."

"Steak, and potatoes, and beer."

She grimaces, "You can have that, but I'll pass."

"What is with your sudden aversion to steak?"

"It makes me sick," she admits.

"So why don't we go to the diner across the street, then?"

"Okay."

He watches her as she sits in a booth, across the table from him, at the diner. The waitress has already taken their orders, and brought them their beverages. He cracks the silence.

"I need you to be straightforward with me. What is going on with you?"

"You mean other than the obvious?"

"We will catch them."

"There is no guarantee of that."

"You already knew that, so what happened the day that your partner chased you down?"

"I was just in a really bad place."

"Obviously. He said you won't talk to him about it."

"There are just some things that you don't want to talk about with your partner, or anyone for that matter."

"Olivia I respect the fact that it is going to take you time to heal, but you have to open up to someone. It doesn't have to be your partner. It doesn't have to be me. It just has to be someone."

"Some days I wonder why I'm here. I wonder if I'm helping anyone. Most days I don't know."

"Olivia you have helped so many people. Why would you ever question that?"

"Lately, I have begun to question everything."

"Maybe you should take some time off," he suggests.

"And do what? Go home, and be surrounded by the silence?"

"Something productive."

"Until recently I always thought that I would want to retire to a cabin in the woods, away from everything, and everyone. Now the last thing that I want to hear is silence. Despite the sounds of the city, sometimes when I'm at home, alone, it's still too quiet. I wake up in the middle of the night, and I'm right back there."

"Olivia I think that it's time we put this thing to bed," he suggests.

"I can't."

"I want to help you."

"No one can help me."

"I will take some time off. You can take some time off, too. You and I will search until we find these guys. If that is what it takes for you to sleep again, at night, that is what we will do."

"It is going to take more than some cold justice to get me to sleep through the night, again."

"Tell me what it will take."

"A miracle."

"Liv, help me, help you. Let me in."

"If I told you, you would never look at me the same, again."

"Try me."

"I don't want to do this. I don't want to face this."

"Facing it is the only way that you are ever going to get over it."

"Fin, there is no getting over it. For as long as I live what happened in that basement is always going to haunt me."