He looks at her, and he can feel his heart breaking as he thinks of the question he is forced to ask. He swallows hard, and asks in a quiet, understanding tone, "Liv I need you to tell me."

"I..." she clenches her jaw, trying to stave off tears. She avoids eye contact at all costs.

"I'm your partner," he reminds her, "If we are going to get through this I need you to let me know everything. I need to see all of the broken pieces. Olivia I know how much this job has meant to you. I know how much you want this job. We both know for you to be able to help anyone you have to help yourself, first. You have to give yourself time to heal. It starts with admitting the truth, all of it, even the ugliest parts."

She blinks, and a single tear falls from her eye and begins to roll down her cheek. She nods, subtly, and he waits patiently for her to begin. Finally, after exhaling she begins to speak.

"I want so badly for things to go back to normal. Everyday I ask myself how things are going to go back to normal when all I want to feel is, nothing."

"You have to feel it to overcome it," he reminds her.

"I know that, but I don't want to."

"Olivia it's just the two of us here. It's just you, and me. I'm your partner. You trust me, right?"

"Implicitly."

"I know that we have had our differences, but I don't think that either of us have ever doubted that the other always has our back. Liv I have your back. I am in your corner. I need you to trust me. I need you to tell me what it is that you're so afraid to say."

"I was in that basement for six months, and every day felt more like hell, especially the last month."

"Why?"

"I woke up from a nightmare, only to realize that I was still in one. As reality set in I realized that my nightmare was only just beginning. If I left there, alive, a part of me would always be..." she chokes up.

"Say it," he begs.

"A part of me would always, will always be missing."

"Tell me about that night."

"It had been raining."

"I thought you couldn't hear anything."

"I couldn't. I could tell because my broken bones would always ache when it rained."

"I see."

"I got the calendar off the wall, and I flipped through it one page at a time. As I looked at each day it really set in how long I had been there. By the time I got to the right month I was in tears. I just wanted to come home. I wanted all of it to be behind me."

"You wanted to pretend like none of it ever happened?"

"I can't, not matter how much I wanted to."

"After that I kept thinking if I could just ignore it that it wouldn't be real. I thought I was being paranoid. Maybe it was all in my head. I hoped that none of it was real. I pretended that it wasn't, even when there was evidence that it was."

"What do you mean?"

"I had been there for five months by then."

"I know."

She swallows hard, "And I didn't know. I guess I didn't want to know. I didn't want to consider that could happen... not to me."

"But it did," he reminds her.

"The appointment at the clinic confirmed my worst fear."

"Say it," he begs.

"The last month that I was in that basement, every day I prayed that I was wrong, but I it was difficult to deny the truth."

"Because?"

"I lied there in bed that night, wide awake. All I wanted was to feel nothing, and then..." she stops.

"And then?"

"I felt the last thing I wanted to feel."

"Which was what?"

"The reason the clinic wouldn't do anything was because it was too late."

"What do you mean by too late?"

She blinks away tears, "It's too late because it started six and a half months ago."

"What?!"

"I was only there for two weeks. If you had found me any time after that, it wouldn't have changed the outcome."

"Something could have been done."

"It's too late, now."

"You're sure?"

"Unfortunately."

"Olivia..."

"I wanted the nightmare to be over, and it just kept getting worse. I didn't want to admit to myself that I was..." she stops, and shudders at the thought.

"Liv you can say it," he reassures her.

"Saying it makes it real."

"It's real whether you say it, or not."

"Don't you think that I know that?"

"Say it," he implores her.

"How was I supposed to pretend that it wasn't happening, when I could feel it move?"

"I don't know."

"I wanted so badly to be wrong."

"But you weren't."

"Then I finally made it home. I tried so hard just to feel numb. I didn't want to feel anything."

"And Melinda called you into her office."

"She said the one thing I didn't want to hear. The look of pity, and sorrow didn't dissipate after she said it. I knew she wasn't done. She confirmed what I refused to believe."

"Not only were you pregnant, but you were pretty far along?"

"The bastard who did this is still out there somewhere. I barely sleep between the thought of him coming back, and the thought of..." she trails off, and is overcome by emotion. The tears fall freely now.

"Not wanting the one thing you always wanted?"

"This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to be possible."

"I know."

"And not like this," she cries.

He reaches out, and wraps his arms around her. She presses her head into his shoulder. He can feel her warm wet tears against his shirt. He holds her tight, afraid to let her go.