Ok, I would like to point out that for the purposes of this fic Olivia and Peter are only about 26 years old.

Innocence

Chapter 1

Sitting in her office it had come down to actually searching through old case's to find something new. Nothing had happened that morning, no cases no phone calls and so here they sat. Peter leaning back in his chair with his feet on her edge of her desk while Olivia sat slumped in her chair, glasses sitting on the end of her nose and pen in her hand.

Peter had almost forgotten that they were supposed to be looking for something new because he had become completely preoccupied with Olivia. He watched as she reached for the buzzing phone next to her without lifting her eyes from the notes in front of her. Knowing what was coming Peter dropped his feet from the desk and leaned forward in his seat.

But Olivia wouldn't look up at him. Her voice was hushed and eyes downcast. He couldn't tell if she was trying to keep her conversation out of his ears or if she was actually scared but when her eyes lifted to meet his he could see the flash of fear and wondered what was wrong. Reaching forward with his left hand he rested it on her hand, waiting for her to hang up.

Olivia watched as Peter made his way to her but at this moment she couldn't deal with him being so close to her and so she pulled her hand away from him and pushed her chair away from the desk. Rushing passed Peter, Olivia made her way to the door and never stopped before making her way out of the lab.

Peter sat stunded for a moment before turning in the chair in time to see a wisp of blonde hair leaving the lab. Rubbing his hand over his face he wondered what the phone call was about.

Olivia

"But Sir, I don't understand why you need me to…yes I understand, but…yes Sir, I'll be there in 30 minutes…no sir he doesn't know…" Broyles cut the phone call short by hanging up on her. Olivia sighed, she looked around the courtyard and found it was empty save for her. Turning her head she found that there was a small window that faced into the lab, just above Gene's stall. She wondered if Peter was angry, but saddly she didn't have time to find out. She was needed at Boston General Hospital, something about a kidnapping victim was found.

Traffic was crazy driving from Harvard to the hospital. TV crew surrounded the entrance to the hopsital and Olivia could see Broyles pushing his way passed the crews, she could tell that he was trying to ignore the reporters. When he spotted Olivia he was able to push his way passed them all and came to stand by her side. Taking her arm in his hand he led her through the masses and waited until they were inside before bombarding her with information.

"Tayla Nikols, 8 years old, was taken from her family house two weeks ago. I'm sure you would have heard about it." Broyles turned to face Olivia, she realised that he had pulled her infront of a doorway.

"Yes of cource, she has been the fourth 5 year old to be taken, but isn't she the only one who been found?" Olivia swallowed, this case was not going to sit well with her, she could tell already. "Sir, I still don't understand why I am needed though. It didn't really seem like a Fringe case." Broyles only stepped inside the door to reveal the small child sitting up in the bed. Taking in her suroundings, Olivia noted that nothing seemed out of the ordaniry except for the girl. Soft blonde hair covered a small face and in a moment Olivia paniced, it wasn't until the child turned towards them did she relax a bit.

"What makes this your case Dunhman is that all the parents heard the same nursery rhyme coming from the child's room, so when they went to investigate, the clocks and radio's sparked at exactly 8.18pm and the child was then gone." Broyles had been facing Olivia after walking into the room. The child's parents sat at the side of her bed and just waited. Broyles handed her a piece of paper. Olivia scanned it over.

5 young children sitting on the swing

Hear the cow bell, here come's the ring-a-ding ding

5 younge children in their bed at night

Hear the clock chime, suddenly out of sight.

Scrunching up her nose slightly Olivia tried to place where she had heard the rhyme before but just couldn't. Looking back at the scared child and her heart broke. Was she going to be able to do this without having to tell a well kept secret?

Ok, I know this was supposed to be the next part of 'You Would Think' but it didn't make sense considering the type of story it was and so I decided to make this a new story altogether.

Feedback appreciated! :D

Ash