Ok guys, this is the sequel to High School! :D thank you so very much to Alyssa, Alex and Charlie who have encouraged me to continue this fic and been reading my chapters before hand, I love you guys! The first couple of chapter are a little shorter than what i would usually write, but they do get longer, so far most of around the 2700 word mark :)

I am having some issues at home that may impede on my updating for the next for weeks so I am sorry, but I will try and keep this going probably like High School, two updates a week or so. As always, please review and let me know what you all think!

Reference: "…I hate that…knocking and asking while you're coming in…" Broyles to Olivia (Bound), "…a slow day…" (Over There P1)

Chapter 1 - Beginnings

Special Agent Olivia Dunham stood in the middle of the landing, watching as FBI agent's came and went about their day, too worried about their own cases to worry about anything or anyone else, her tailored black suit sitting neatly on her body, the white shirt hugging her chest gently. Today was not much different from any other day over the last three years of being an agent. Work was hard, as it always was going to be as an FBI Agent, but it kept her on her toes and she was never bored, there was always something new to investigate or someone dangerous to hunt down. She glanced down at the letters and envelopes in her hand a voice pulling her back from her thoughts, "Hey, you alright?" she looked up to find her superior and partner looking back at her with the same smile he had given her so long ago. "Yeah, I'm good Charlie, just thinking…" she back looked down at the pile of letters in her hand. Some were addressed to her, some were addressed to others at the FBI, but the one she was expecting wasn't there, it hadn't come today. Sighing in relief a little, she dropped her arms to her side but raised one when Charlie handed her something.

"Hey, happy birthday kiddo." Charlie placed a small cupcake in her hands before moving away from her, it was a ritual they had gotten into from the first year that they realised they were going to be partnered together, he would bring her a cupcake on her birthday, hoping it would soften the blow of when the birthday card came in the mail, and it would always come, it still came, even after her stepfather was sentenced to jail, he would still send one, no matter what. Sighing, Olivia glanced up at the window, taking in the rain that was pelting down against the trees and the buildings across from theirs. So much had happened in the last 7 years, so much had changed but Olivia had stayed pretty much the same, closed off, quiet, never trusting too easily. She had her reasons and they were real and strong and hurtful, she had her reasons for not wanting to get close to anyone anymore, even going home at night to a not-so-empty house was hard, she was always being pushed to open up, asked question she either couldn't answer or didn't know how to answer. Some she could and would answer, some she honestly had no idea how to answer.

"Dunham!" a loud, booming voice caught her attention and she turned to find her boss jogging down the stairs to come to her side. "Sir?" She met him half way, looking up at him as he had a fair amount of height on her, his dark brown eyes, hard and cold, staring straight out in front of her. "Dunham, I need you and Francis to head up a new case file, I need my best on this one…" he handed her a file before moving away from her without a second look. Charlie had already come to her side, huffing, "Man, Broyles is in a mood today. Some day's I wonder why he didn't stay a school principle, would have been easier." Olivia smiled and glanced back up at him, "Guess he was bored of snot nosed children…" It really was strange, going from high school to college and then the Academy, just to be picked up by your old principle, who just happens to have the top job as FBI Special Agent. It was not what Olivia was expecting coming out of her second year at the Academy. "Come on, let's get this over with before he comes back…" Charlie grabbed her by the arm and almost dragged her to her office, closing the door and sitting across from her desk.

They often worked out of her office, Charlie said it was quieter but Olivia honestly just believed he liked to see if there was anything new on her desk. Every now and then she would bring something her sister would give her, photo's from Rachel's wedding, which Olivia was none to happy about, there was pictures of her and her mother and also some from when they were in high school together, her, Sonia and Charlie, all almost growing up together, those were the days when she was happy. "So what has Broyles given us today?" Charlie lifted his feet up to sit at the edge of her desk, leaning back in the chair and sighing. He was flipping through the pages and the photos until he came to the report, "Alright Livvy, three bank robberies in the last month, all in Philly but each time nothing has been damaged, no alarms have been set off and there is no actual evidence of a brake in, until you walk in and only one safety deposit box is missing. No records of what was stored in it and it seems that the name were all fake. So basically we have nothing."

Charlie threw the file towards Olivia, who was sitting at her side of the desk, flicking screens on the computer, smiled at her partner's obvious distain for the case. "Come now Charlie, you and I both know we need to look deeper to find the answers, isn't that what you told me on my first case?" raising an eyebrow at him, he smirked back. She reminded him so much of Peter Bishop doing that, that cheeky smile and raised eye brow but there was no way in hell he would even dare to tell her that. "Liv, I don't know. I just don't think this is FBI-" he stopped when he got to a set of photos, the main reason why the FBI had been called in on the case, "Well now this is just gruesome!" He leaned forward and flipped the page around for Olivia to see. The guy was sticking half in the vault door and half out, definitely not the best way to die. "Well I guess we know how they are getting in and out. Maybe we should go and speak to Broyles, see if we can get the body from Philly PD and bring it over here. We should be able to get our guys to check it out and go from there. They might have left some other things there, fibres or something."

Olivia nodded, moving away from her desk she sought out Broyles, who had found his way back to his office. Knocking on the door, she walked in, "Can I come in sir?" Broyles looked up annoyed, "You know I hate that…knocking and asking while you are coming in…" his statement was lost on Olivia as she came to stand at the edge of his desk, not hearing the comment at all. "Sir, the case you have given me and Charlie, it says there is a body, I was wondering if we could get it transferred up from Philly and have our guys take a look at it." Broyles leaned back in his seat, this was something he knew she was going to ask. "Dunham, I have already sent that request through but it seems that Philly PD don't want to share. You and Francis are going to have to go to Philly and retrieve the body yourselves. I'll be sending an ambulance over with you so you can just go and come back." Olivia nodded before leaving Broyles office, giving Charlie a sharp nod on her way to the locker room she heard him sigh, "and here I thought it was going to be a slow day…" laughing Olivia kept walking, thinking about the small details of the case that were standing out to her.

"Oh, come on Charlie, what's life without a little bit of fun and adventure? You know the things you used to do before you became boss-man?" Olivia laughed as she opened her locker and pulled out her coat, the wind had picked up and she sure wasn't going to go out in the cold without a coat in a Boston winter. Charlie followed her into the locker room, not far behind her but already dressed warmly, "Oh you think you're so funny, don't ya?" A small giggle came from Olivia's lips, something that was very rare and something he hadn't heard in a long time.

Opening up her front door, Olivia dropped her keys and looked around. The TV was on softly, letting her know that someone was actually home, her keys and phone landed next to his and the smell of dinner came wafting through the kitchen and towards her. "Wow, that smells so good…" her voice carried through the apartment, finding the other occupant stand at the stove, a small smile gracing his lips. Feeling her hands on his shoulders he leaned back, allowing her to place a small on his cheek. "Anything for you, sweetheart…" his voice was deep, causing a smile to find her lips, "Come on! I have asked you not to call me that." She felt him nod against her before she moved away, towards the bedroom. "Oh me and Charlie have to go to Philly tonight, so I won't be home until tomorrow night, sorry. I know we were planning on spending tonight together." Her voice echoed through the apartment as she packed an over night bag, mostly of her FBI gear, but still it needed some thought.

"Hey that's ok, I know your job is important and if I haven't known Charlie this long I would be worried about you two spending time away from home…together…" his insinuations were not lost of Olivia and she laughed, the joke was never lost on her. "Come now, you have known him a long time, and you know he is like my brother, he is my best friend…OK?" walking back to him in the kitchen, Olivia dropped her bag and gave him another kiss on the cheek, "Thanks for this, its smell great." The rest of dinner went smoothly, Olivia laughed and joked, smiled and giggled, the night was perfect, it wasn't long until Charlie had called, telling her he was outside and she had to leave.

Walking back towards the lounge room Olivia picked up the newspaper that had been abandoned on the couch that morning, something had caught her attention, as she flicked through it, she stopped at the obituaries, a name popping out at her like blinking red light.

Beloved wife and mother of one.

Elizabeth Ann Bishop will be sorely missed by those who love you

And sitting just underneath her name was three black and white tulips and a recent picture, showing Olivia that it was exactly who she thought it was. Olivia stared at the name and then the photo, her heart breaking in a second as she read the obituary again and again, she even had to blink a few times, not to let the tears fall from her eyes. She never noticed when two strong hands found their way onto her shoulders, getting her attention, but the impatient honking of the horn was more important. "Hey, that must be Charlie, I really need to go. I'll see you tomorrow night." She turned her body to his and placed a gently kiss on the side of his mouth, whispering a "Good night." As she moved to the door, she picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulder and made a move to open the door. "Hey Liv! Stay safe ok?" she smiled, he was always so protective of her even though he knew she hated it, turning back to face him she smiled. "Always am Frank, always am." Turning away from him, she closed the door, and met Charlie in the car, waiting for her to load up her bag so they could be off to Philly.

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