Hello. I had this idea during school. (I really hate standardized tests, they suck!) So, all of this is in Olivia's office at the lab, and please see my profile for a disclaimer of all kinds. I love Bolivia, but can't help it but have lots of Pachel stories in my head from my own experiences. Enjoy my new story before to nights new episode (THE ROAD NOT TAKEN YAAAAY!!!), "FBI Blues."

There it was. A safe drive. Peaceful. Yet what she saw was not. A car accident. Dead bodies. Danger. It was basically her story of what she called a job. She was sick of it too. All she saw was dead bodies, and herself risking her life each and everyday. Her job as an FBI agent was not as exciting as it sounds. Because you have no social life, plus having so many rules, it sucks. Don't forget the fun of confusing all of the languages you need to speak and screwing Agent Harris. And living a total lies in front of strangers. Acting is what you could call it. Almost dieing everyday. One person always calmed her down somehow. Peter was, arguably, her best friend. Ever since she found him in Iraq, she has grown fonder and fonder of him every single day. She was upset, however, due to the fact that he was find of her sister, Rachel. She easily understood why. She had platinum blond hair, an adorable child, and going through a bad divorce made her oh so vulnerable and needs a "friend." Jealousy. She can't help it, knowing how Rachel has gotten the guy she wants the second she lays her eyes on him. Olivia just has to damn her sister's good looks.

While thinking up all of this up, she didn't know that she was staring into space and that Peter saw it. Knowing the only coffee machine was in her office, he faked the coffee and went right in.

"Liv, I think you something's up, but I do not know what. Tell me." Peter just had to state.

Woken from her trance, Olivia stated that "Nothing's wrong. I would tell you if there was." Her mind was screaming at her, "You got it all wrong, Liv. You should have said "Nothing much, I am just in love with you, but you are in love with my sister." Yet you didn't Liv."

"You sure about that?"

"Maybe not. Can you be a psychiatrist for a few minutes? I need one." Olivia begged.

"Kay then, sit and tell me what's wrong."

"Okay, so I know this guy, he is going out with my sister. I know, except, I like this guy. More than just friends. My sister is so happy, but she always gets the guy. You could say I am a little upset knowing I am left in the dust." a depressed Olivia stated.

"You have a diagnosis, and it must be bad if it won't help." Peter said, giving her a very big hug. Kissing on the top of her head made her smile, hoping he knew it was him she was talking about.

Seeing her eyes, suddenly giddy, he said. "I know you were talking a bout me. Just relax. You know I love you. Your sister was a ploy. I thought you were smart, Liv. I really did."

All Olivia wanted was to stay in his arms, and that is exactly what she did, and all Peter wanted was Olivia in his arms, and he did not have to worry. Later that day, at Olivia's house. Rachel threw a tantrum because she wanted Peter. "Drama queen" Olivia muttered at one point. She heard a gunshot, saw a dead Rachel, (A/N: YAY! GET AWAY RACHEL, CUZ I AM SEMI-COMNVINCED YOU ARE NOT DEAD!!), and a crying Ella. Peter just saw Olivia cradling Ella, and went to go hug Olivia, after convincing Walter that he was house-hunting. He helped put Ella to bed, then went to fall asleep with the best girl in the world in his arms.

How was it? Would you like more? JT4Life is amazing for keeping me going.