Newton's words tore at me. Infuriated me.

At continuing to try to convince yourself that you don't care, but you do care, don't you? Your emotions betray you, and you question your ability to pull this off. You are not fully committed to the task, and because of that, you will fail.

I swallowed hard, but choked back to threatening emotions.

Screw you, Newton. You're dead anyway.

This was my mission and that bastard wasn't going to unravel it with his snide remarks. He didn't know me. He had no Idea just how capable of pulling this off I was.

A smirk crossed my lips as another voice drifted through my mind.

She gets security, he gets her. You can always tell when a relationship is about to take that next step.

And I wasn't afraid to take it. Whatever it took to prove Newton wrong.

Peter is smarter than you were, Newton. I get security, he gets me. Or her. Who cares what he thinks. As long as it stays on track, and after tonight, I have no doubt that it will.

I let out a small laugh and reached to grab my phone from the table, then crossed my legs and settled back into the cushions.

Peter POV

I sat at the bar, staring at the TV even though I didn't really care what was on it. Something was still bothering me about Olivia. There was something ticking away at the edge of my consciousness.

She must have noticed something different… Maybe she did notice. She just made excuses for herself not to have to deal with it... Kinda like I been doing with you.

With me?

Why had she smiled when she asked that? Why didn't it seem to bother her…?

"Here you go," The bartender said placing my drink on the bar. I had to admit, I was happier to see that drink than I had been to see anything all day.

I picked up the glass, just as my phone rang. I picked up the phone and took a hearty sip of the beer. I put it down as I read the message:

From: Olivia

Just Finished briefing Broyles. Can you come over? We need to talk.

I looked over the text in confusion. I was concerned. It had seemed like Olivia had been putting off anything painful since we got back. Had she finally snapped? Was the Olivia I knew finally coming back?

Alt-Livia POV

I imagine it requires you to gain Peter Bishop's complete trust.

What makes you think that I don't already have it?

Oh, Maybe its because I'm looking in from the outside, but, I'm willing to wager that somewhere, deep inside his brain, Peter Bishop senses that there's something not quite right with you. That something has changed. That your not his Olivia…

Peter's knock broke me out of my reverie. I could feel my panicked expression on my face.

Newton didn't know what he was talking about.

I stopped at the door and took a deep breath, opening it with a smile.

As soon as I saw his eyes, my assurance dropped. I could feel my features becoming more sheepish as I stared into his face. It was blank with hidden concern under the surface that he would never really let show. Neither of us said anything.

I let my expression drop and finally spoke, "I lied to you."

"About what?"

My smirk returned to my lips and I took a step closer, flirting with my eyes, "Uh… I don't wanna talk," I stepped forward and grabbed his jacket, pulling him in.

It didn't take long before he had his hands on my waist and was pushing my gently back. I felt my back hit the picture on the wall, and looked down. I met his eyes again as I went up on my toes to meet him.

I could tell he was turned on as he kissed me. I could tell this was going to be fun.

I put my arm around him and he came closer. I smiled under his lips against mine as his hands tightened around my waist and kicked the door shut. I melted into his chest, pushing his jacket off his broad shoulders.

I could feel him start to pull away, and pulled him closer, but his lips left mine as he kissed his way down my neck. My head fell to my shoulder as he hit my sweet spot.

Yes, this was definitely going to be fun. It was a game. A game where every piece moved to my advantage, and I could play around with them as much as I wished.

I pushed him away so I could see his face, and bit my lip playfully. I slipped my finger through his waist band and lured him gently towards her room. He kept his hands tight on my hips and smiled back, his eyes full with hunger.

He stopped me in the middle of the room, and pulled my lips back to his. He kissed my cheek again, and then farther down, and stopped to whisper in my ear as he unbuttoned my shirt, "I've never seen you like this."

It reminded me of one card I had to play, but of course it would only make the game more interesting.

I felt his lips graze my ear, and turned away shyly, closing my eyes innocently as he slid my shirt off my shoulders. As it fell to the floor, I turned my head back slowly and wrapped my arms around him neck. He started to back towards the bed, and I moved with him, pushing his shoulders down, and climbing further on top of him, without our lips parting…