A/N: My first fic in two years! I just had to get this out of my system, and since I actually finished it, I thought why not publish it? I wrote this pretty quickly last night, but I had the idea in my head for a while and I edited it today. Please review :)

It took Olivia forever to find Miranda's number. No one knew where she worked, let alone how to contact her. Olivia had to resort to speaking to one of her old clients.

She dialed the number and waited anxiously. The phone rang four times before finally being picked up.

"Hello?" It was a man's voice. He sounded English like Pond.

"May I speak with Attorney Pond please?"

"Attorney Pond? My wife's not an attorney. Or maybe she was or will become one?" He muttered the last sentence.

Olivia furrowed her brows in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

She heard a woman in the background. "Oi, Rory, who is it?" She was Scottish, and clearly not who Olivia was looking for.

"I don't know, but I think she wants you." He then said to Olivia, "sorry, what was your name?"

"Just give it here!" Olivia heard a soft fumble as the phone was passed - or grabbed - from Rory. "Hello?" the woman said once she had the phone.

"Hi, may I speak with Attorney Miranda Pond?"

"Miranda Pond?"

The man spoke, "she could mean River."

"yeah, but why would she be an attorney?"

Olivia was ready to give up. "Don't worry about it, I probably dialed the wrong number."

"No," The women said slowly, "this is definitely the best number to reach her. It's sort of a shared line. Just tell me, does Miranda have big hair?"

"I guess so - don't tell me she goes by an alias." Was she even a licensed Attorney? Did her clients always reach her at this number? If so, how did these people never find out?

Before the woman could reply, a third voice was heard. "Sorry about that. We should be good to fly now. Who're you talking to?" Olivia closed her eyes.

"Some one looking for River. Sorry, what was your name?"

"Detective Benson. I'm with the NYPD. Who am I speaking with?" Olivia was hopeful that she would finally get somewhere.

"I'm River's - Miranda's, sorry - friend. Is she in trouble?"

"No, no trouble. I just need to speak with her." But she was again feeling doubtful that she would ever reach Miranda.

"Hm." There was a pause. "What's the date?"

The question took Olivia by surprise. "Uh, it's February 22, about...11:26 am. Are you in England?" They must be in a different timezone.

"What ye-"

The second man spoke, "no need to ask, I've traced the call."

Olivia's confusion increased. Was Amy about to ask what the year was? Why were they tracing her call? This didn't feel right. Maybe she called the wrong number after all. Maybe they were all messing with her.

"Can we trust her?" It was Rory.

"Let's go ask River." There was a thump.

"Hello?" No reply. The woman must've dropped the phone. There was some whirring and someone was fumbling around. They must've reached the phone, as the next sounds were a click and a dial tone.

Well that was odd, Olivia thought. She stared at the phone for a minute before putting it down. She guessed she wasn't going to speak to Miranda any time soon.

"You wanted to see me?" Olivia looked up. It was Miranda.