I do not own Fringe or any of the characters. This is just a story for enjoyment and fun, and I don't make any money off this story.

Edited by my friend Cheysuli, Thanks for reading over my stories… or I'd never post them!

Enjoy!

-Pipp

I'll let you down

Chapter 1: Disappointment

Blue eyes stared at the blank white walls inside the small room that he had called his home for less than a week. The medication in his system may have calmed his body, but it left his mind racing. The silence in his small cell forced his mind to wonder into places it hadn't been in years. Dark places, Peter Bishop would never tell others about. His pale wrists pulled on the restraints that bound him to his bed. The leaned his head back and let out a very loud and deep laugh. This was going to drive him mad! Peter's laugh soon turned into a scream as tears fell down his unshaven face. It wasn't sadness that caused these tears to fall, it was rage and anger. More of it was the disappointment that he felt in himself for being weak enough to turn to the evils of drugs and liquor. Peter kicked his bare feet up and down on the bed as he dug his palms into his eyes trying to hide his tears. Had Walter or Olivia known of his secret habit? Had they both planned that he would volunteer for this case?

No! No! They would never do such a thing and he hid his habit too well.

Peter's eyes turned to the door as he heard it being unlocked. A white clad nurse stood in the doorway, her long red hair up in a bun, no makeup and a nametag that said 'Lucy'. "Mr. Bishop you have a guest." She said as she walked toward the bed and unlocked his restraints. She put her hand on his back helping him stand. Hold onto his arm, she lead peter to the visitor's room. Peter noticed the red circles under his eyes as he walked past a couple of window, and tried to wipe the evidence of his crying away.

Opening the door to the closed off room he sat down on the ugly green chair inside, "Please behave Mr. Bishop or we'll have to disallow the right for visitors."

The door closed and Peter turned his head to see Olivia Dunham's blue eyes staring at him. Peter's shaky hand picked up the phone on the wall inside the room and put his other hand on the glass between them. "Olivia. Get me out of here, now."

Her eyes blinked unemotionally. "Have you located Wesley Winchester?" she asked.

His own blue eyes closed tightly. He'd forgotten his purpose for being here in the first place. To busy wallowing in his own self pity and hate. The case, it was all that mattered. Nodding he opened his eyes again.

"Yes. It's going to be a little tricky to get to him."

"But can you get to him?"

"I said tricky, not impossible." Peter said smirking but it soon faded when he noticed no change in Olivia's face. There was some sort of hidden emotion in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked confused.

"Peter how could you?"

Raising an eyebrow at her he asked, "How could I what?"

"Hidden your problem from me… we're suppose to trust each other."

Suddenly the man understood the hidden emotion, it was disappointment in her eyes.

"You have no right to judge me sweetheart. You don't' have all the thoughts I have going through my head every day. Without the liquor or the drugs being a genius would drive me crazy, much like my father."

"Is that your excuse?"

"It seems to be better then suffering from madness."

In his heart Peter was trying to crush the rage that was welling up. How could she possibly understand what was going on in his head? There was no real way to explain it. The door opened behind him and the nurse walked in putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Time's up. Your visitor will have to leave now. You can speak with her again later in the week."

"Give me one more minute." He said raising a finger at her.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bishop. I can't."

No! He needed more time to explain himself to Olivia. Slamming the phone into the glass proved to be the wrong move. Two men grabbed Peter by his arms.

"Olivia! Get me out of here!" the man yelled as he was slammed face first into the glass as he fought against the two men trying to subdue him, in the process one of the arms of his aqua scrubs was ripped off.

The fight didn't last long as he felt the prick of a needle in his back. The last thing he saw before passing out into darkness was Olivia's eyes, which were full of terror, she was scared of him. Nurse Lucky stood with the empty needle in her hand. Olivia watched as Peter's unconscious body was pulled out of the room, the nurse following behind the two men, closing the door behind her.

Turning around to leave the room, she saw the head doctor looking at her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Agent Dunham, it seems we've underestimated Mr. Bishop's reliance on the drugs. It seems they've helped him hide some unwanted emotions."

She nodded. For the first time since the incident with the cup and the man's fingers, she was truly scared of Peter.

"Do what you can Doctor Mitchell." Olivia replied as she turned leaving the room. Walking down the hall she let her mind wander and think.

When she had asked Peter to volunteer for this case, she never imagined that he was hiding a very large heroin problem. Hidden under all his pride and genius was the mind of a very angry man. Maybe leaving him here for treatment wasn't the best choice, but was the only one the FBI agent could come up with. Walter asked everyday about the state of his son, and every day she lied to him. She didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. That his own son might be just as mad as he was himself. All Olivia could do was with Astrid's help was keep him busy with trying to figure out what exactly Wesley Winchester's experiments were for, just as a backup plane incase Peter failed.

When Peter's eyes opened, he quickly realized it wasn't his own cell that he was in. The walls were all padded, but it seemed they didn't' put him in that white coat. Peter pulled of the rest of his ripped sleeve throwing it on the floor. Scooting into the corner he dug his face into his palms. He'd aloud the emotions he'd kept in check get out of control. He'd scared the only person he cared about. It seemed he'd have to suffer the withdrawal to finish this case and prove to Olivia that he was in control of himself.