He knocked on the door, awaiting an answer. He'd gotten a call from her earlier, shockingly. She asked him if he could go out and get her some Ginger Ale because she wasn't feeling well. All in all, he was just glad that she called him in general. It was nice to hear his partner's voice even though it sounded so weak and defeated. He wanted to do so much to help her, but, he could only do as much as she would allow them. And until she was able to let those walls down, there wasn't a damn thing anyone can do.

"Liv, it's me, Nick,"He called out after figuring she wasn't going to answer unless he addresses himself. He waited for a moment longer before pounding on the door again.

"Olivia, I got your Ginger Ale, you can let me in,"He called out again. He was starting to get worried now because she would've answered the door by now.

He grabbed the doorknob to see if her door was locked, but it opened. Inside it looked the same only darker. He put his hand on his gun because his gut was telling him that something was very wrong. He drew his gun as he entered her quiet apartment.

"Liv, you ok," He called out seeing no immediate danger. He looked around, waiting for a response. He began to worry even more when he didn't get one. He walked around her apartment with his gun still drawn. He inspected her living room until his eye caught something very strange on the table. He walked over to her table and picked up the object. He gaped at it once his eyes let him register what it was.

He inhaled loudly. "She's pregnant?" He told himself in complete disbelief. "Olivia!"

He tossed the test on the floor and ran toward her bedroom. He rammed through the door and stopped in his tracks. She was lying on the bed with an empty pill bottle at her side and a note on the other. Nick didn't want to believe his eyes and his body was to frozen to move. He just stared at her body closely, looking for some indication that she was still alive. An arm twitch, a mumble, a chest rise, something that'll show him that she was still here with him. Once he didn't see any of those actions from her, he burst into tears.

He dragged his body to hers. He felt his warm fingers make contact with her neck. He knew he wouldn't find any sign of a pulse, but he just needed to feel that it was the truth. She was dead and it was his fault. He let her commit suicide. He wasn't there enough for her. She needed him and he wasn't there for her. He knew her reason to commit suicide was partly because of her untimely pregnancy, but he couldn't help but blame himself.

He didn't even go for the pill bottle as his eyes fixated on the note. His shaking hands picked it up and he began to read.

Nick,

I'm pretty sure this is you reading this and I'm pretty sure you know why I really called you. If you are reading this, that means you've already found my body. I just couldn't do it anymore, living in darkness. The constant worrying, pain, scars, the sleepless nights, ongoing nightmares and pregnancy. I'm sure you seen the test when you barged yourself in. I didn't want to be my mother. I couldn't do it. I couldn't handle being trapped anymore by my own fears, Nick. And please don't blame yourself, please. It isn't your fault, it's mine. You've carried your fair share of my pain on your shoulder and you don't have to do that anymore, no one does. Live your life with your family because mine ended a long time ago. I have no family to pass on anything to, so I'm leaving everything up to you and I trust you to do the right thing. And when you see Brian, tell him this isn't his fault either. By now, I'm guessing you're confused and I would be too, but you'll get through it. And always remember, Nick, you've been a good partner.

-Olivia

His vision was blurred with tears as he read the last sentence of the note.

He looked up. "You're not trapped anymore Liv, you're free now."