"Olivia." Dr. Huang smiled brightly as she sat down opposite him in the coffee shop. "It's so good to see you."

"You too." She hugged him and he was surprised but then returned the affectionate gesture quickly.

"How have you been?" They both asked at the same time and then laughed nervously.

"Good." He went first after she made an impatient gesture with her hand. "I moved to Oklahoma and I'm retired from the FBI. I still do consultant work every now and then."

There was a light in his eyes that she recognized. With a grin she nipped at her coffee.

"What's his name?"

Dr. Huang laughed and the blush spoke for itself. Her heart was over-joyed with the happiness radiating from him.

"Jonathan." He admitted and his soft voice made her heart melt.

How she missed being in love like that.

How she missed happiness in its purest form.

"So." George Huang said, leaning back against the cushioned couch. "I'm not going to lie, Olivia. I was very surprised to hear from you."

"I know." She said leaning forward. "I'm so sorry that I never got in touch. It was just too..." He saw the darkness that was hidden in the depths of her soul flare up in her eyes, the way only trauma could.

"It was too difficult." She finally admitted. "But it's time now." She took a deep breath and then announced:

"George, I want to go back to New York."

Three Years Earlier

Chapter 15: Happiness

I've been trying out this thing called happiness for a while

But I never truly cleared my cluttered mind.

"Happiness" - Deaf Havana [All These Countless Nights]

I was nervous.

I was more nervous than I had expected to be.

But that was because it wasn't just about me any more.

"Could you stop, detective?" Rafael Barba muttered beside me. "You're giving me a head ache."

"Sorry." I refrained from pacing up and down the small hallway.

I was too nervous to reprimand him for calling me detective.

"Olivia." He said now and looked up at me with an open expression I had seen only a few times. "The judge is going to say yes."

Vivian Arliss was a drug addict who had abandoned her son, leaving him in the temporary guardianship of an ADA who was not fit to be a father.

Said ADA had then used all of his contacts to transfer the legal guardianship.

To me.

I had spoken to judge Linden on the phone and she had agreed. Now in Seattle a different judge was talking to Calvin.

"It's because you left New York." Barba said. "That's all. They need to make sure Calvin is comfortable moving here."

Calvin was by all means comfortable here. He loved Seattle.

"I'm already looking for a bigger apartment." I whispered and Rafael leaned forward, pressing my arm gently.

"It will be fine." His green eyes were warm with emotion as he pulled back. He knew that I didn't like to be touched. "This is the best thing for Calvin, everyone can see that."

I didn't reply.

Unlike him I had lost all faith in the jurisdictional system.

We were silent and I gripped the coffee cup he had presented me with this morning. It was nice to have someone in this strange city who brought me coffee and knew what I liked.

We hadn't known each other very long, only a week. And most of that time we'd talked over the phone, getting everything in order for Calvin to come and stay with me.

"How's work?" He asked and I liked that he sounded genuinely interested.

"Slow." I admitted.

Working in a coffee shop / bookstore was still mind-blowing to me. There were no perps, no victims, no having to be available around the clock.

No partner.

Rafael smiled as he drank his own coffee.

I knew what he thought of my new work. But I didn't care. All I cared about was making sure Calvin felt safe and loved.

I wanted to give him stability.

The door opened and the little boy came out of the judge's chambers. He smiled when he saw me.

"Miss Benson?" The judge asked me. "May I have a word?"

"Come on Buddy, we'll wait outside." Rafael put his arm around Calvin's shoulders and led him out of the courthouse. "I think I saw a comic book store down the road."

He gave me an encouraging smile, but I still couldn't help but feel like I was being summoned into the principals office and was about to get into trouble.

The judge explained to me that I could lose my rights of guardianship any time a parent decided to evoke them. That if I had any trouble with the law I would loose Calvin immediately.

Then I signed the official papers and he shook my hand with a smile.

For now, Calvin was mine.

"Wow." George said with a smile so large it lit up his entire face. "That's amazing, Olivia. I'm happy for you."

"It was all because of Barba." When she said his name the former FBI agent thought he detected some bitterness in her voice.

But he couldn't be sure.

He made a mental note of it and then encouraged her to continue. He had thought of her so often these past few years, hoping she had found happiness. Hoping she had found love.

"How did it go?" He asked with a smile. "As a single parent?"

Olivia gripped her mug. "We had our ups and downs." She admitted. "I didn't realise it at first." She looked up at him. "We were both traumatized."

Sleeping had been hard for me these past few months already.

The trial, Elliot, getting fired, the night of my rape...

Sleep did not come easy for me.

But lying on an uncomfortable pull-out-sofa in the middle of my two-room apartment was a new level of insomnia.

Sighing I rubbed my eyes.

I was cold.

But since I'd been raped I always felt cold.

Calvin was sleeping my bedroom. He had the large bed to himself, covered with two blankets and the last time I had checked he'd been sleeping soundlessly.

The thought of him being happy made me calm.

The same way that thinking of Elliot, laughing, loving his life helped me too.

Sometimes I got angry.

But I missed him too much to really be angry about his joy.

I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to have all that he had ever longed for in his life.

It was just so cruel that the one thing I had ever longed for in my life was Elliot himself. The one thing to make me truly happy was him.

Sighing I tried to rearrange myself on the small sofa again.

I needed to work tomorrow.

I needed to rest.

"Sleep." I muttered to myself. "Just sleep."

Sometimes I let my mind wander. I would picture the two days Elliot and I had shared. The way he had kissed me. The way I had melted beneath his fingertips. His arms around me, the safest I had ever felt.

But usually I only let my mind go there when I had to stop it from going to the darkest place it knew. The hands that had hurt me, the powerlessness I'd felt...

"Olivia?" It was Calvin and he was crying.

I shot up, immediately my thoughts calmed down.

"Yeah?" My voice was hoarse. "What's wrong?"

"I..." He sobbed. "I had a nightmare and I..." I heard his breath hitch then. "Can't breathe." He gasped.

"Come here." I gently led him to the couch. "Lean forward and put your head between your knees." I rubbed circles on his shaking back. "You're having a panic attack." I explained just as a life time ago Elliot had explained to me. "It's ok. Take your time and try to breathe."

The boy gasped and sobbed as I continued my best efforts to soothe him. Just as Elliot had done for me I encouraged him to take deep breaths, telling him that everything was ok.

It subsided and he looked up at me with a desperate look in his eyes.

I stood up to get him some water and he drank slowly.

"Do you want to talk about your nightmare?" I asked gently. "You don't have to, but it might help."

He sniffed and set the glass aside with shaking hands.

"I dreamed that you had a party out here." He whispered. "Like my mum used to. It was really loud and people were taking drugs." He looked pale, hugging himself. "She used to lock my bedroom door."

"Calvin, I don't take drugs." I said and draped my blanket around his shoulders. "I don't even drink alcohol. You will never experience something like that when you're living with me, do you understand?"

He nodded shakingly.

"If you like." I said. "We can leave the bedroom door open. Would that help you?"

The little boy nodded.

He was starting to look less pale and pulled the blankets around himself tighter.

"My socks got wet from the rain today." He muttered and I sat down beside him.

"Mine too." I said with a smile. "We can buy some new shoes after my shift tomorrow."

"But that's expensive."

"Let me worry about that." I said with a smile. "Ok so after work we'll get some shoes and a rain coat and then we can to the museum, what do you think?"

It was our first weekend together. I felt bad for taking him with me to work, but it was only for a few hours. On Monday Calvin would be starting school.

"That's expensive too."

"Let me worry about the money, Calvin." I smiled. "That's our deal, remember? What do you worry about?"

"Having a great time and being happy." He muttered. "I still think that's cheesy."

I couldn't help but laugh. He smiled at me and I returned it.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" I asked. "We have a long day tomorrow."

"Yeah." Calvin rubbed his eyes. "Can I leave the door open?"

"Sure."

"How did it make you feel?" Dr. Huang asked. "Being his legal guardian?"

He was on his second tea already, looking at Olivia with wide eyes. It was amazing for him to see her like this, after three years, to hear her continue her story. He had thought about her so much, wondered how things had changed for her.

He had heard the pain and loneliness so clearly in her voice when she had talked about having a family, of having a son. The jealousy when Elliot had cradled his little boy.

"I felt lost in Seattle." She admitted. "But Calvin made me feel whole again."

"What do you wanna eat? Cereal? Toast? Pancakes?"

Calvin looked at me with what I secretly called his sad eyes.

"I don't really eat breakfast."

"You have to eat breakfast." As I said it I remembered my morning with Elliot from another life. As usual I tried to push the memories as far away as I could.

They only hurt.

"It's the most important meal of the day." I looked at him trying to catch his eye. "So, what do you want?"

We looked at each other for a long time until he finally said:

"Cereal."

We ate in silence.

Those first few days in Seattle Rafael, Calvin and I had spent almost every minute together. We'd been to the park, to the movies. The little boy had slipped his hand in mine with such casualness I could physically feel my broken heart start to mend. It was as if it was the most normal thing to do for him. As if his hand had always been in mine.

Rafael and I had taken him to the hairdressers and almost got into a fight who would pay for it, until Calvin sighed and rolled his eyes which made us both laugh.

The only time I hadn't seen them was when I'd gone to the little café / book store I had applied for online. After my initial shock of meeting Hope there I had found myself excited to go to the hotel the two were staying at.

I had forgotten what excitement felt like.

The three of us had played Monopoly and and laughed so much until we cried.

When Calvin had fallen asleep the ADA had poured himself a drink and I had opted for coffee. When he asked me if I wanted to be Calvin's guardian I said yes.

I didn't ask how or if he could do it.

Rafael Barba didn't waste time on small-talk or on daydreams that led to nowhere. I knew he would make this possible.

"Olivia?" He asked and looked up from his bowl.

"Yeah, Calvin?"

"What if the kids are school at mean?"

I wasn't sure how to help him with this question, because honestly I was worried about it too.

"We'll deal with it then." I said. "Besides I used to be a cop. I'll handle the bullies for you."

Calvin smiled and my heart felt so full with love for him. He helped me clean up the dishes and watched in what looked like awe as I cleaned the table.

"My mum didn't clean so much." He admitted and looked ashamed.

"Neither did mine." I said. "Go and brush your teeth then we should get going."

For once it wasn't raining. The apartment was within walking distance of the book-store which was the main reason I had picked it.

I hadn't calculated on another person being here.

"After we buy the shoes can we look at the ferry boats again?" Calvin asked.

"Sure."

I had pictured myself standing at the railing looking at out the boats with Elliot by my side. But that dream had been gone and buried for a while now.

I carried it with me like an old friend.

Calvin slipped his hand in mine as we walked across the busy road.

"Do you miss being a police officer?"

I missed it the way a blind person misses colours. The way someone drowning struggles for air. The way someone standing outside in the drenching rain longed to be dry again.

"A bit." I pressed his hand. "But I'm excited to be here and start something new."

"Did you have a gun?"

I had to laugh because it was such a boy thing to ask. "Yes I had a gun."

"And was Hope a police officer too?"

He hadn't met her yet, but I had told him about my new job because honestly it was such a ridiculous coincidence.

"No. Hope was someone I met a few years ago when I was undercover." I still couldn't believe that not only had I met Hope and T-Bone again, but I was actually working for them in their little book-store.

"What does undercover mean?"

"I was pretending to be someone else." I explained and as I said the words out loud, walking through a strange and unfamiliar city with this child I wondered if that was what I was doing here in Seattle as well. "So I could gather information. The FBI thought this group I was staying with was a group of terrorists."

Calvin's eyes grew big. "Were they?!"

"No." I had to laugh. "No they weren't and they didn't do anything even slightly illegal."

"If you pretended to be someone else did you have a different name?"

"I did."

"What was it?"

I looked at him with an amused smile. "Persephone Jones."

As I had expected Calvin giggled. "That's a silly name."

"I know." I rolled my eyes. "It sounds fake."

We almost missed our turn right but I remembered in time. It was so strange for me not to know every nook and corner of a city.

"Excuse me, do you have some spare change?"

Beside me Calvin flinched at the appearance of a haggered woman wearing torn clothing. There was a distant look in her eyes I knew all too well from drug-addicts and I realised that Calvin knew it too.

"No." I said clearly, pulling him away. "Sorry."

"No worries." She slurred as she moved on. "Have a nice day."

"Are you ok?" I asked as we moved on.

The boy didn't reply and I could tell he was thinking about what he wanted to say out loud very clearly.

"She could be my mum." He realised. "I think my mum is living on the streets. With Sara."

I could hear the jealousy in his voice.

"Calvin, I'm so sorry." I pressed his hand tightly.

He didn't respond and my heart sank. I would never be his real mother, never fill the gap she had left in his heart. I knew that, but I wanted this little boy to be happy so much it hurt.

Although the question shouldn't have surprised me because it was a valid one, it still caused me to flinch inwardly.

"Why did you stop being a cop?"

Calvin was a bright kid, he put two and two together faster than most adults did. He would see through me if I lied and I didn't want to lie to him. I wanted him to be open with me and to trust me. He wouldn't do that if I wasn't open with him.

I didn't want to build this life with him together on lies.

"Something bad happened to me in New York." I finally said and bent down so I could look at him. "And that's why I had to leave. And I can't be a cop any more because I hurt someone, because I was upset about the bad thing."

This was a disaster. It was too cryptic. And saying I had hurt someone made me sound dangerous.

I was not good at this.

"Ok." Calvin accepted this joke of an explanation without further comment. "Is that the bookstore?"

He pointed towards the little window that read Your Last Hope and I smiled.

"Yeah."

"I don't get it."

"She and her husband sell antique books that are hard to find." I explained. "And there's a small coffee shop inside."

The coffee she had designed herself and the two of them were extremely on top of their game when it came to writing puns concerning the word hope.

"Oh." Calvin said and then chuckled. "That's clever."

When we stepped inside a small bell announced our presence. On the right side the room was cramped with book-shelves filled with books of all sizes and colours.

They were all rare editions and single pieces. Hope hated common book stores with piles of the same books. She wanted uniqueness.

"Hi Olivia!" Hope appeared from the back room a large smile on her face. "You must be Calvin!"

"Yeah." He said.

"Do you like books?"

"I like comic books."

Hope laughed happily and pointed him to one of the back shelves.

"You have a 40% discount." She said. "But I think I already told you that."

"You did."

She grinned and handed me my apron.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit flustered." Her cheeks were flushed as she leaned forward and whispered: "T-Bone and I just had the most amazing morning, we had sex twice!"

"Oh! Wow." I almost dropped my apron and she laughed again.

"I'm sorry, that was TMI wasn't it? Sorry, it's so weird for me." She ran her fingers through her red hair. "I feel like I know you so well."

"Well you kind of do." I said as I tied my apron and went behind the counter to get the coffee machine running.

"No." She said clearly. "I know Persephone Jones. But you're someone else now."

"Olivia?" Calvin appeared at the counter with a stack of comic books. "Can I have these?"

"Sure." I said and turned around to make him some cocoa.

"I still can't believe you were a cop. No offence, you did feel like you didn't quite belong, but I'd never expected you to be a police officer!" Hope sighed dreamily. "It's so crazy! When you just left I wasn't sure what happened to you. I never forget about you though. Did you know that I used to be scared T-Bone liked you? And then when you left he told me he had a huge crush on me." She giggled. "Crazy that we wind up together now, huh?"

"Yeah." I admitted, because crazy summed it up pretty well.

"Did you get together with the guy you were dreaming about? What was his name?"

I almost dropped the mug with the hot chocolate.

Being asked about my past was defying the entire purpose of starting over in a new city.

"Do you know who I mean?" Hope said. "You were mumbling his name in your sleep when we in hospital?"

"Elliot." I said and felt his name pierce through me, echoing in my mind.

Elliot, Elliot, Elliot...my partner, my friend, the love of my life.

Picture him happy. I told myself. Picture him with his wife and kids in Italy.

Happiness was all had ever wanted from him.

"Right! Elliot!" She squealed not realising his name was like a knife to my gut. "So? Did that work out?"

"No." I said and tried to control the shaking of my hands. "No. He and uh...and his wife moved to Europe. With their kids."

"Shit." Hope muttered and then covered her mouth with her hand. "Fuck! I forgot there's a kid here, shit!"

I couldn't help but laugh and looked over at Calvin who was studying his comic books with a small smile.

"He's fine." I said.

"I'm still sorry." She lowered her voice. "About Elliot."

"It's fine." I lied.

"You know." She said now. "Maybe this is good. You have a new life here in Seattle. You might meet the man of your dreams here."

I rolled my eyes and brought Calvin his drink.

The idea of meeting anyone or finding love in this new city was ridiculous. At this point in my life, men and love were a chapter that was closed.

My shift was quiet, undisturbed.

In this job there were no crying victims, no aggressive perps. No over time. I gave Calvin cake for lunch and served a few people who were friendly and polite. Some of the customers knew Hope and chatted with her for a while.

When my shift ended, Calvin and I left to buy him some shoes he could wear in the wet weather. I also bought him a new jacket and then we ate ice-cream as we watched the ferry boats. Today was so sunny we decided to skip the museum.

"Who's Elliot?" He finally asked as we made our way back home.

I almost got lost, but Calvin pointed me in the right direction.

"He um...he was my best friend."

"Did he hurt you?" He asked in a matter-of-fact way. The concept of something bad happening to me and someone hurting me was completely normal for him.

"No." I said clearly. "No, Elliot didn't hurt me. He never would. Actually I hurt him."

Calvin studied me questioningly and then asked: "But someone did hurt you? In New York?"

I felt uncomfortable with this line of questioning, but I had gone into this relationship with him with an open and honest policy, so I had to deal with it.

"Yes."

"A man?"

"Yes."

"Is he in prison?"

"No." I whispered and for a moment I felt like I couldn't breathe. As if the pain I'd tried to run away from caught up with me. "No he's not."

Calvin pouted. "Why not?"

"Because the judge didn't believe me when I said what happened."

"My dad's in prison." Calvin said. "He tried to hurt my mum's friend called Sara." The little boy looked at me sadly. "My Mum ran away with Sarah and left me with Rafael."

My pain vanished as instantly as it had come and I crouched down in front of Calvin.

"I'm so sorry Calvin, that's terrible."

He shrugged and looked looked so pitiful that it seemed like an uncontrolled movement.

"Can I hug you?" I asked and he jumped into my arms immediately.

The hug lasted longer than I would have expected. It was nice to have him this close and to know that despite what had happened to him, he was healing now.

When we walked back to the apartment Calvin took my hand again.

"Can we go to the park tomorrow and play basketball?" He asked.

"Yeah sure." I was so glad he was actually asking for something now. "Whatever you want."

"What do you want for dinner?" I asked. "We can have pizza if you like."

There was the lost look in his eyes again and I almost felt like sighing. His next words didn't surprise me.

"We didn't really have dinner a lot. Not everyday."

I pressed his hand and tried to tell myself that hating Calvin's mother for abandoning and neglecting him was not the answer. That wouldn't help anyone.

"It wasn't always that bad." He continued. "She used to love me before the police officer came."

"What police officer?"

His stories were making me nervous, but I had wanted to respect his privacy. When Barba had started to show me the file of Vivian Arliss I had told him to leave it closed.

It was a need-to-know basis for me and whatever Calvin felt comfortable sharing with me.

"Well a police officer had a ring that belonged to my grandma. And he brought it back. It was stolen years and years ago before my mum was born."

I nodded. "What happened then?"

"The police officer told my mum that a man had raped my grandma?" It was clear that he did not know what this meant, struggled with the word that sent a wave of shock through my entire body. "I don't know, I was hiding, I wasn't supposed to hear, I think. And my mum got really upset. And then she stopped taking care of me and started hanging out with Sara and they took pills together." Calvin looked at me wide-eyed.

It all made sense to me in that moment.

Her mother had been raped and she was a product of that rape and she hated herself.

Oh Vivian, I thought. My hatred for her vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. I'm so sorry.

"Calvin, your mum is very sick." I said and ran my hand through his hair. "And that's why she takes the pills, not because she doesn't love you."

He didn't reply and we walked back to the apartment in silence, each of us thinking about the conversation we'd just had.

I let him watch TV while I cooked the pasta. Although I would never tell him I was nervous about him starting school as well. I wanted him to find friends and be happy here. I wanted to be able to give him stability long enough that it would have an impact on his life.

"You put him first." Dr. Huang said with a knowing smile.

He had seen her heart, had seen the love she was ready to give. The selflessness that lived inside of her.

"Yeah." She laughed now nervously. "It was just so crazy, I mean I wanted a new life and it was delivered to me."

"You deserved it." Her old friend said and reached out to touch her hand gently. "You deserve this happiness Olivia. After everything that happened."

She nodded and he knew that she disagreed. Knew that there was still blame inside of her. That she still felt guilty about what had happened with Elliot. Still blamed herself for her rape.

"Calvin deserves it too." She said. "And that's why I was so nervous about his first day."

"What if the other kids bully me?" Calvin asked as we made our way outside.

"We'll deal with it then." I tried to give him an encouraging smile, but honestly I was just as nervous as he was.

He was starting school today.

This was my first real task a his legal guardian. The first real test to see if Rafael Barba's hunch had turned out to be right or not.

"Why do you they would bully you?" I asked. "You're a great kid, Calvin."

I almost expected him to roll his eyes, but he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"Were you bullied back in New York?" I asked and he looked away.

It took him a moment to collect himself and then he said:

"Because of my hair and my clothes were dirty. And sometimes I smelled funny."

I nodded, because this was what I'd expected.

"Well, honey, your clothes are clean, you don't smell and you have a great new hair cut."

There was a shy smile on his face again. The kind that broke my heart because it was like he was trying to get used to being happy. As if he didn't know what that felt like.

And I knew that feeling.

"Look." I finally said. "If you're unhappy in this school, we'll find a new one. But I think it will be great, really."

"Ok." He muttered.

"We'll talk to your new teacher together." I said. "And if you absolutely hate it, you say..." I tried to think of a word that would make him laugh. "...butter-squash and that will be our code word and we'll leave."

Calvin giggled.

As we crossed the road he took my hand in his again and I realized I would never get tired of this. Of being here for him. Of making life easier for him.

We walked to the school in silence and he let go of my hand as we approached the large building.

Vivid flashbacks of Elliot telling me about his kids appeared before my eyes.

My old life had an annoying habit of sneaking up on me out of the blue. Fin and I talking, laughing at something John said, Elliot and I looking at each other and communicating wordlessly. Cragen reprimanding us, but secretly being our biggest fan.

As usual I pushed it aside and tried to focus on the present again.

Calvin and I followed the signs to the secretary's office where a young woman with a kind smile that reminded me of Hope.

She asked us to wait for a Mr. Clare, who was Calvin's class teacher and also the school's guidance counsellor.

When we waited in the hallway Calvin sat on a chair and stared at his shoes.

"She was nice."

"She has to be nice." He muttered. "That's her job."

I rolled my eyes as I sat beside him. "The secretary at my school was really mean. So, it's not part of her job."

He looked up at me with a sad smile and then a voice called:

"Calvin Arliss and Olivia Benson?"

I looked up and my heart stopped. My mind stopped. Everything stopped.

The man was tall, with shaggy blond hair, blue blazing eyes and the warmest smile I had ever seen. When he saw me he smiled too. As if he was experiencing the same sensation I was.

"Yes." Calvin replied and he sounded annoyed. "That's us."

The boy's voice ripped me from my trance and I stood up.

"Olivia Benson." I said and for the first time in a long time I physically felt the loss of the word detective like a physical pain.

"Matthew Clare." The man said, still smiling. "Or just Matt." He looked at Calvin. "That's Mr. Clare to you." He said it in such a friendly way that Calvin immediately smiled too.

Mr. Clare led us to his office. He asked Calvin questions about what he liked to do, what kind of sports he liked to play, what kind of music he liked to listen to and what he thought of Seattle.

I was amazed.

This man had figured out more about my legal guardian in 10 minutes than I had in my first half an hour with him.

Before he escorted Calvin to his first class he asked me to wait in his office so he and I could talk privately.

Left alone I couldn't help but look around.

There was a painted picture hanging on the wall, a world's best teachers mug and something looking like an old cheap hat. I looked at it with a frown and almost had a heart attack when I heard his voice:

"It's the sorting hat from Harry Potter. The kids love it."

"Sorry." I said turning around with a blush. "I didn't mean to snoop."

"Nah, snooping would be going through my drawers." He chuckled and I smiled sitting back down.

"So, you're Calvin's legal guardian because his mother abandoned him?" Mr. Clare got straight to the point.

"Yes." I said flicked my hair back. I was new to this role, but it was my role 100% I knew that.

"Are there any triggering points we the teaching staff should look out for?"

I shook my head. "No, but I'm sure Calvin doesn't want the kids here to know his back story. He's nervous about being bullied."

"We have a zero bullying policy." He promised in a certain tone. "Any offences brought to us are handled respectfully and immediately. Full involvement of the kids and the parents."

"Wow." I said. "Ok. Good."

"So." He leaned back in his chair and gave me a smile that made my heart skip a beat. "What do you think about Seattle? Been to the space needle yet?"

I had to laugh. "Yes, twice."

"Great." He smiled as he stood up and held out his hand for me to shale. "Well, Miss Benson, I look forward to seeing you again."

I actually blushed as I shook his warm hand. "Me too."

Dr. Huang was grinning and Olivia was blushing. He hadn't expected this and by the flustered way she was telling this story neither had she.

"He was invested in making Calvin happy." She said almost defensively. "I had to like him."

He laughed now. "And he was handsome."

"And he was handsome." She agreed blushing furiously, but then her tone became more serious. "It was the first time I felt something like that since..." She swallowed finding it hard to put into words what she had felt and experienced, even now, three years later. "Well since everything that had happened."

"I understand." Dr. Huang said. He looked at her with an open and loving gaze. "I am here for you Olivia, take your time and tell me whatever you feel comfortable sharing."

Hello everyone! I wish you the best of Mondays. This chapter was about to become the death of me. I had NINE different versions, until I was finally happy with it. Speaking of of happiness, Deaf Havana has been my most heard band while writing this fanfiction. I highly recommend them :) Anyway! Tell me what you think! How do you guys feel about Hope and T-Bone reappearing? I really liked them on the show in season 8 and always imagined they'd have gotten together at some point. What do you think of Olivia and Calvin and of Huang returning for the flashbacks?