Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe or the characters. I just wanted to have some fun. Hope you enjoy.

Why is it we always get tasked to transport the cargo," the white male agent with brown hair and brown eyes asked to his African American partner sitting next to him.

"Because they hate us. I could use some action already. Why do they think I joined the FBI" the other agent responded which was acknowledged with a nod. They sat there driving in an unmarked van carrying there important cargo to another location. The streets were slightly populated as night began to fall; however parked cars lined both sides of the street.

"Another red light. We are going to hit every red light," the first agent said in frustration. Just then two men jumped out of a car near the corner of their intersection. They already had their guns drawn shooting into the cab. Before they could even draw their guns, they were hit multiple times. These unknown men went straight to the back of the van and forced the doors open.

"Let's go" he yelled at the familiar female figure in the orange jump suite with blond hair. Jumping out of the car she started to run toward the ideal car. One of the officers managed to exit the cab even though he had fatal wounds and started to fire in their direction.

"Watch out" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Twisting around a barrage of bullets finished the job. Getting into the car they sped off leaving the scene behind them, "Welcome back, Agent Dunham."

Local Bar

Peter and Olivia sat at a local bar. She wanted to drown herself in hard liquor. A deafening silence between them as the music played in the background. Who was going to speak first? That was anyone's guess. She kept avoiding the subject of their relationship partly due to not knowing what to say. She was so confused. It was only a week ago that she was pumped with drugs and living a life that was not hers. She had friends and a lover.

"Olivia, are you sure you are ok." Peter concernly asked.

She knew that looking at him would betray her true emotions, so she choose not to "I am fine, Peter." Part of her was annoyed at him constantly asking her that and another appreciated that someone cared.

"Olivia, look at me" Peter said gently touching her face making her look into his eyes, "Tell me the truth."

Her eyes showed the sadness, confusion, and hurt. It killed Peter to see it but he didn't know how to help her. "Let's dance" he said grabbing her hand and leading her to the small dance floor. She unexpectedly didn't fight cuddling her body into his as they swayed to the music.

"I am sorry. I am so sorry that I didn't know that she wasn't you," Peter said into her ear.

"Peter, Please don't" she stated knowing what he was going to say and not wanting to ruin the moment, the feeling of that she was safe.

"Ok," Peter replied just holding her when her phone rang. Pulling away, she collected herself "Agent Dunham, "What?"

"Olivia" Peter stated seeing the anger in her eyes.

"She escaped. That Bitch is out there," she angrily said before storming out of the bar. Peter quickly grabbed their coats and tossed some money on the bar to cover the tab.

"Where are you going?" Peter yelled at Olivia's fading figure.