Disclaimer 1: I do not own Fringe, any characters, or pretty much anything you recognize here…

Disclaimer 2: I write what I know and that is mental health. Much of the science presented here is based in actual fact and I have carried it out to the Fringe-y extreme for the purpose of this story. Does anyone know if I can/should post the names for the actual researchers/books/brand name drugs or if that has to stay out of the fic?

A/N: This casefic story is set post-Jacksonville and picks up just after Far, Far Away from my Heart (feel free to read it first). It can stand alone though and presupposes that Peter already knows about his origins and is still working on dealing with that. My goal is to have this completed before the show returns on April 1. Enjoy!

Logan International Airport

Terminal E: International flights

The bomb exploded outside Gate 12, where boarding for Oceanic Air 815 was set to begin. The terminal had been unusually still, exceptionally quiet for a busy international airport filled with irritated travelers that had just suffered though stringent security checks. Then the terminal was rocked by the blast, sound booming off the walls, debris flying and smoke filling the air. One sound was noted only for its absence: There was no screaming of frightened or injured passengers.

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Olivia reached the terminal approximately one hour after the detonation, with Peter Bishop in tow. Once on site, they met with Broyles to be briefed on the case.

"Dunham, Bishop." Broyles nodded sharply at them. "What we know is this. There was a small ordinance detonated near Gate 12. Forensics is evaluating the ordinance now but nothing unusual has been found. What is unusual is that this individual sailed through all the security checks for international flights, moved all the passengers to the other end of the terminal, and appears to have detonated a bomb with the intent to spare all human lives."

"Are those the passengers down there?" Peter asked, noting that the group was sitting in near silence and in perfect stillness. "What's with them?"

"Yes. The passengers are being held there for individual questioning and debriefing. It has been noted that they are all calm, perfectly relaxed, and almost unaware that this situation should be extremely stressful. Between them and the complete absence of security protocol, it appears to be a Fringe Division case." Broyles handed over the case file, nodded to them and walked away.

"Ok. Sounds interesting," Peter commented, looking over the silent crowd. "I am sure Walter will want blood work, MRIs and CT scans on anyone that will consent. Well, knowing Walter, he would want them on everyone, consent or not."

"Ok," she responded. "We'll make consent for testing part of the debriefing."

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With the number of passengers and employees involved in the incident numbering in the hundreds and not being allowed to leave the premises, the airport had redirected all flights to other terminals. That left the Fringe Division to start questioning and debriefing procedures there. Key witnesses would be taken back to video-monitored rooms for full interviews. Blood was drawn on-site once the phlebotomy techs arrived; the first group of witnesses went to Mass General for scans after an hour.

It was almost two hours into the debriefing process before any of the witnesses started to become anything less than perfectly tranquil. It started with a physical restlessness, then it moved into anxious uncertainty before developing into the full-fledged distress one would expect to see after a bombing.

Olivia was set up at a makeshift desk at the one of the gates, organizing information on the witnesses while other agents were conducting the preliminary interviews. She was sorting lists of employees, flight manifests, names of witnesses taken to Mass General, and witnesses tapped for full interviews when Peter wandered up to her side.

"Walter is going to be pissed…"

"What? Why?" She was startled from her lists by the comment, then caught the sarcastic tone in his voice. She might enjoy Walter being irked but not at the expense of the case.

"Look at the passengers. They're getting agitated, so whatever happened is wearing off. I sure hope the techs are time-stamping all the blood they draw."

"Don't worry, they are." She smiled before taking a breath and continuing the update. "So far, we've gotten preliminary reports from all the Oceanic passengers who were actually moved out of the area and most of the TSA security guys from this area. No one can say for certain what this person looked like, how he was dressed, even if it was a 'he' and not a 'she'. No one can even say why they complied. But look at this…"

She flipped open her laptop and pulled up security video. It showed a figure in a long gray coat carrying a bag and walking confidently through the airport. The suspect jostled through the security lines for international flights and sailed through the metal detectors without drawing anything more than a smile from the TSA agent standing there. The video feed then changed cameras, showing the terminal. The suspect moved down the corridor purposefully, set his bag down at the gate and turned, at which point he gestured toward the end of the terminal. Moments later, all passengers and staff simply gathered up their belongings and went.

"It's too small to see faces clearly on this video, but the body language is totally relaxed," she said. "No one upset, no one concerned, no one anything but perfectly compliant."

"Creepy, all right," he mused. "Right up our alley."

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