"I thought that you didn't want me in here. Are you indisposed?"
"You are not the only cop in the scenario."
"I know that."
"I have spent a lot of nights lying in bed thinking about all of the details. When I woke up earlier, for some reason I kept thinking about that calendar. I suddenly realized that he didn't always use the same color ink. He would get angry at me, if I marked off the days."
"I should go. I need to figure out where he is, and where they are. Will you be okay if I go?"
"I will be fine."
"How do I know that he's not on the other side of the curtain right now, with a gun to your head?"
"You don't. I told you that I'm indisposed right now."
"Are you on the bedpan or something," he jokes.
"Yeah, or something."
He hears her covers rustling, and he can't stand it any longer. He pulls back the curtain to look at her. She rolls her eyes at him, as he nearly trips over the basinet between him, and the bed. Her lower half is covered with a white hospital blanket. Her top half is covered with a receiving blanket. He can see bare feet sticking out from under the blanket.
"Does this mean that you've made a decision?"
"I have dedicated my life to serving, and protecting."
"Are you worried he is going to show up here?"
"He won't."
"How do you know?"
She lies wide awake, in for another sleepless night in her own personal prison. She can hear the floorboards above her head, creaking. She listens to the footsteps. She lies in silence as she listens to the movement. She identifies her tormenter's footsteps. Then she hears another set approach him. They are lighter, as if the person making the noise doesn't have shoes on. She rolls over, trying not to give it anymore thought. As she lies in the darkness with her eyes closed she hears what sounds like a baby crying. There is shuffling of feet, and loud voices. She can't make out what they're saying. The air kicks on, and a tiny vent in the corner of the room opens. The voices become clearer with the vent open.
"You have to go," he says.
"What about us?"
"There is no us," he argues.
"It's not just about us anymore," she argues.
"Take your abomination, and go."
His eyes widen, "He wouldn't have told one..."
She cuts him off, "I think it was his girlfriend."
"We didn't find anyone else's belongings in that house, and we tore it apart. Did you ever see her?"
"No. The basement door was always locked, and I don't think that she lived there."
"He wouldn't have let the women go."
"He wanted someone who might fight back."
"You think that he ended their lives before they were born? How would he know the difference?"
She shakes her head, "I don't know."
"He thought he could beat you until..." he trails off.
"I don't want to think about it," she admits.
He heads towards the precinct entrance. He finds Amanda standing out front, with a cigarette in her hand. She takes a drag, and watches him as he approaches. She doesn't extinguish the butt, she just takes another drag. Fin stops in front of her.
"That bad, huh?"
"Fin I don't know where he went. I know how to fix this. I don't know how to help her. I am just so tired of fighting this battle that we're never going to win."
"I know 'Manda."
"How is she?"
"Hanging in there."
"What if he shows up at the hospital? What if he goes to finish the job that he started?"
"She can take care of herself."
"What if she can't?"
"We have to believe that she can."
"He already won. He has made her question everything. He has made her feel so small, and worthless. She's here, but I feel like we haven't gotten her back."
She hears the door open. She sits up in the bed. She listens as the footsteps move towards her. She can see ceil blue scrubs on the other side of the curtain. She takes a deep breath, and thinks about a pair of babies in the nursery. She exhales, and waits for him to step on the other side of the curtain. The footsteps hesitate for a moment. She feels her pulse quicken as the figure appears at the end of the bed.
He studies her facial expression, and realizes that she isn't surprised to see him. He flashes a reptilian grin.
"Olivia," he grips the foot of the bed.
She doesn't flinch.
"I stopped by the nursery, but my girls weren't there," he comments, moving towards the head of the bed. He stops in front of the basinet next to her bed. He realizes that the basinet is empty. The babies aren't in her arms.
"You must have realized what a shame it is that they're girls."
She doesn't respond.
"You know that I already saw them. I don't know why you think that you can hide them, but you can't. I'll find them wherever they are. I would recognize them anywhere. How could I not recognize two little girls with this face," he points to himself.
"You don't know anything," she insists.
"I know that I came to finish this. You have caused too many problems."
"So finish it," she dares him.
"I know that you believe I want them dead. You think that I believe girls are weak. You're not wrong. Most are. You aren't, if they are anything like you they won't be. They will be tenacious. I have bigger plans for them. I'm going to leave here with both of them today. Don't worry though, you won't have to think about it. I don't want you to ruin my plans for them. I am going to put you out of your misery."
"Go ahead," she insists, staring fear in the eyes.
He pulls the black sig sauer out of his pocket, and presses it to her head. He grins. She pulls her hands out from under the sheet, before he can rack his weapon. She points, and shoots without any hesitation, or any fear.