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Chapter 22

Olivia's P.O.V

"He raped me. And he told me that if I told anyone he'd kill me. Then he knocked me out." I hear a woman tell Amanda.

"Jacey, I don't think that was a dream." Amanda tells the other woman.

"Where did those come from?" the woman named 'Jacey' asks. I hear a sob and then the words, "It wasn't a dream."

My body tenses and I suck in a breath of air. I feel someone take my hand and I squeeze it. My eyes open on their own accord. First thing I see: a white ceiling.

I look away from the ceiling and at Amanda. Her blonde hair is tied up and a look of relief crosses her face. "Liv." she says.

"Amanda." I whisper, sitting up. She pulls me to her and I hug her tightly.

"I love you." she whispers in my ear. I kiss her lips.

"I love you more." I reply.

"Impossible." she jokes. I pull away and look at the other woman. "Dr. Flanagan, this is Liv. One of the best detectives I know. She'll help you." Amanda says. I nod.

"Okay. First thing's first. I need to get out of this hospital bed." I tell her, looking at the calendar. I've been in the hospital for 2 months?!

Dr. Flanagan stands up and walks out, returning a minute later with a clipboard. "Just sign the forms and you can go." she says quietly. I sign the papers and stand up. I notice the bag of clothes on the floor and pick them up.

"They've been there since you first went into a coma. I never knew when you were going to wake up. So I just brought them here, incase you woke up." Amanda tells me. I turn around and look at her.

I smile at her. She smiles at me. I look down and brush my hair out of my face. "I'm gonna go and get dressed." I tell her.

I make my way into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I get dressed and quickly wash my face. "I can't wait till I get home." I mutter. I look at my unkempt hair, and pull it up into a ponytail.

Opening the door I look at Amanda. She smiles, "Ready?" I nod. Dr. Flanagan walks in wearing street clothes.

"Ready?" she asks. Amanda and I nod. We all walk out of the hospital room and get onto the elevator. "So how did you two meet?" Dr. Flanagan asks us.

"We are actually partners." I tell her. Amanda giggles.

"She's not telling you the whole story." Amanda tells her. I roll my eyes. "We've been partners for years. I've been in love with her for just as long as we've been partners. Then something happened and she had to live with me for a while. She fell in love with me. And then she almost resigned and I convinced her not to. Then we finally confessed our love to each other and the rest is history." Amanda tells the woman.

"If you don't mind me ask-what happened?" she asks.

"I will tell you when we get to the precinct." I tell her, looking around. "Amanda where's your handgun?" I ask. She leans over and pulls it out of her ankle holster.

"Here." she says, handing it to me. She knows not to ask questions. I hold the gun close to my thigh as Amanda leads us towards a black van. She opens the back door and climbs in.

I look inside before climbing in. "Liv?" I hear Nick's voice. I look to my left and see him sitting at a computer. I smile.

"Hey." I say. He stands up and hugs me.

"I thought we lost you Sarg." he says.

"You thought you could get rid of me that easily?" I joke. He laughs. "Okay. Get us to the precinct, I don't feel safe out in the open like a sitting duck." I tell them. Nick nods and climbs into the front.

He starts driving us to the precinct. "So what did I miss while I was in a coma?" I ask.

"The trial has been postponed until you are ready. Lindsey Olsen is pregnant, 3 and a half months. Cassidy escaped and that's why I was at the hospital. I usually visit you at night and stay the night before leaving in the morning and going to work to solve this case." Amanda tells me.

I nod. A thought comes to mind. "Who crashed into my car?" I ask. She pulls out her phone.

"A man named Jacob Winslow. He's 35 and he is single. He has no known aliases and he has no living family." she tells me and holds up her phone. I look at the man on the screen and I know exactly who he is.

"Jacob Winslow is an alias. His real name is Jacob White." I tell them. "He is married with two children. His wife's name is Maria White. His children's names are Kayla and Timothy White, a pair of 12 year old twins." I tell them.

"How do you know all of this?" Nick asks. I don't look at any of them.

"Because those kids of his, they're legally mine as well." I tell them.