"Have a seat," she says, solemnly, pointing to her couch.

He nods, and complies with her request. She takes a seat on the arm of the couch. He watches her closely, but she refuses to make eye contact.

"Olivia," he says her name.

She doesn't turn to look at him, she remains frozen.

"Olivia," he repeats.

"Nick there are six months of my life that I can't get back. Six months of my life are gone, and I don't know if I can ever undo the damage that was done. I can't un-see the things that I saw. I can't un-feel the pain that I felt. I just want this nightmare to end, but every single day it gets worse. It never gets better. It plays in my mind all of the time. I try to forget it, and nothing that I do works. I want to put all of it behind me, but I don't even know where to start."

"Is this about catching them?"

"Part of it," she nods.

"And the other part?"

"Everything I thought that I knew... is gone. I hide behind a badge, because I am afraid that I am nothing without it. I honestly don't know who I am anymore. Without that badge, I am just broken. Being a detective is the only thing that keeps me going sometimes. Knowing that I might be able to save someone from what I felt, that is the only solace that I can find. Sometimes I don't know if that is going to be enough. Is it ever really going to be enough?"

"I can't tell you that I know what you're going through, because I don't. I have never been in your shoes. All I know is that I can see you drowning, and you won't reach out for help. I am trying to throw you a life preserver, but sometimes it seems like you would rather drown."

"I don't know if I am ever going to come back from this."

"I want to talk about it."

"I never want to talk about it."

"Olivia I am your partner. Everyday that you were gone was like an eternity. Just when we got to a place where we finally trusted each other, you were gone. My partner was gone in the blink of the eye, and there was absolutely nothing that I could do. I couldn't find you. I needed my partner. I needed someone to have my back, and you were gone. I didn't know if I would ever see you again. Every single, damn day I wondered. I wondered if I would ever find you. I was so afraid that I would find you in a hole somewhere. I blamed myself, because I should have stopped it. I should have found you sooner."

"Nick none of this is your fault."

"So why don't I believe that?"

She shrugs, "I don't know."

"I missed you. I need you to know that. I need you to know I didn't know how to go on without you. I don't know what that means for us, for our partnership, but I know that I need you to fix whatever it is inside of you that is broken, because I need my partner back."

"I don't know if I can be your partner anymore."

"Olivia don't say that," he pleads.

"I don't know if I can be a cop anymore. I don't think that I can do this job anymore."

"You are a hell of a cop."

"I have done this for so long, and I still question if what I do makes a difference. Every single day, I question that. I shouldn't feel this way."

"What can I do to help you?"

"Just let me go."

"No. I am not going to let you go. I am not going to let you climb into a hole so dark, and deep that you can't ever coming back. I won't let you do that, I'm sorry."

"Nick, you shouldn't be here."

"We need to talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about," she argues.

"Dammit! Olivia, stop shutting me out! Let someone in."

"What is it that you want me to say?"

"Anything that means something. The truth would be a good place to start."

She nods, on the verge of tears, "Okay. You want me to open up? I will," she says, angrily.

"Good."

"Every single day for six months I was treated like a prisoner. I had to fight to simply stay alive. I was starved, I was beaten, I was raped. Every single day for six months that was my living hell. Every day I prayed to die, and then..." the tears begin to fall.

"And then what?"

"And then I would see your face."

He furrows his brow, "What?!"

"I would see your face, and I knew that I couldn't let you find my dead body in that basement. I knew that you would find me, one day, no matter how long it took. I didn't want you to see that. I knew that you would blame yourself, and it wasn't your fault. I knew that you would blame yourself, and I couldn't let you live with guilt like that."

"Olivia."

"Now, I am not sure that living was worth it."

"How can you even say that?"

"Because right now I don't want to be here. I am in such a dark place all of the time that sometimes I think dying would have been better. I am afraid that it is always going to be like this. What if it never gets better? What if it never gets any easier? I can't handle much more of it."

"We need to talk about the other thing," he adds.

"No."

"Olivia, please."

"What other thing?"

"The other elephant in the room. It is time."

"No," she shakes her head.

"I need to hear it from you. I need you to tell me."

"I can't."

"You can."

"I don't want to. I don't even want to think about it."

"I don't think that you have a choice."

"If I tell you then it makes it real."

"It is real, anyway."

Her chin quivers, "But I don't want it to be."

"I wasn't the only reason that you were fighting to stay alive."

"No," she admits.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"Was there another reason?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Don't lie to me," he insists.