A slight feeling of Uneasiness
Summary: Something is wrong. Olivia just can't put her finger on what it is... OneShot.
Warning: Old story. But I like it, I think.
Set: Somewhere during Season 2. Ah the memories.
Disclaimer: No copyrightinFringement intended.
Something was wrong.
Olivia pushed aside the feeling of uneasiness that was boiling beneath the normal feelings of anxiety and nervousness – the normal emotions to accompany her to a new scene of crime and horror she wasn't familiar with yet. Squaring her shoulders, she opened the car door and made a quick observation of her surroundings: She was standing in the middle of a park, on a rather bright summer's day, with everything a park needed: trees, flowers and a children's playground. The only things not fitting into the picture were the busy agents, running back and forth and generally doing everything to look busy and determined. A young man caught her eye – he was crouching on the ground, bend over his own knees, retching helplessly. Everyone tried hard not to look at him but everyone felt like he did.
Liv briskly strode over to the agent in charge. He gave a look at her and nodded over to the side. She nodded back and made her way to the area with the highest percentage of agents.
It wasn't a nice picture.
The hollow feeling in her stomach made her shudder slightly.
"You okay?" An older agent asked. She tried a smile.
"Yeah. Thanks."
He eyed her again and returned to his grisly job.
Something was missing. She just couldn't put her finger on it. There was something wrong in the way this day had started, and she couldn't tell what exactly she wasn't seeing. There was just the knowledge – the gut feeling – that something was wrong.
"Agent Dunham!"
Walter had arrived with Astrid, who was tagging along, carrying a large bag. Olivia raised her brows, looking at her. She received a shrug and decided not to ask.
"Walter," she greeted him and wondered whether she should ask him, but he was already totally emerged in the mystery of the scene of horror in front of his eyes. She let him do his work and waved aside a few scientists and forensics who were having a hard time identifying the remains. Walter was obviously enjoying himself, mumbling into his collar.
Liv shifted uncomfortably. She had no problem watching Walter – she had seen many things that were stuff for a million nightmares or more – but today, something felt odd. She made a few calls and talked to some agents and returned to Walter, who was – apparently – dancing on the spot, waving his arms as if he wanted to attract an UFO. Astrid was laughing.
She felt like she was missing something – but hadn't it been like that the whole day? She merely smiled and asked her colleagues whether they were finished. That same moment, a car pulled up beside them and Peter jumped out.
"Sorry," he breathed and tried to flatten his hair with one hand. He failed. "I overslept. And Walter didn't wake me when he left."
He threw his father a reproachful look.
"You looked tired yesterday," Walter answered dismissively. "I thought some sleep would do you some good."
"I'm not eight years old any longer, Walter!" Peter complained. Olivia watched them bickering while Astrid packed their equipment.
The uneasiness faded away slowly.
Suddenly, everything was alright.