'Well, that's not exactly out', Captain Lincoln Lee whined as Peter Bishop closed the door of the Bishops' house behind him. FBI Special Agent Lincoln Lee rolled his eyes at him.

'Did you get the beer?' he asked his double.

Captain Lee raised a six-bottle pack that was in his hand.

'That's it?' Peter shrieked. 'I though you said you were gonna get a lot?'

'Well, excuse me', Lincoln raised his voice, 'you know how many security check levels it takes to bring food over here?'

'Ok, ok, calm down', his nerdy-looking counterpart raised his hands in defense trying to end the upcoming fight before it began. 'It's the day off, we need to try and relax. They're testing the Amber Protocol tomorrow on this side, you wanna die knowing someone hates you because there was not enough beer?'

The other two looked at him first, then at each other, and laughed.

'Course not', Peter said taking the pack from Lee and inviting him in. 'I wonder that the girls are doing on a night like this though.'

'As long as they keep doing their girl stuff and don't interrupt, I don't really care', Captain Lee smirked as he sat down on the couch next to his double and took the beer bottle. 'I feel like the three of us just don't spend enough time together anymore.'

'Yeah, I love my family and work, but I'd like an evening without them every once in a while, cause, you know, they can be a little… bothersome', Peter sighed as he walked up to a bookcase, the shelf with the DVDs on it specifically, and started picking out a movie.

'Yeah, like at your bachelor party…' Captain Lee nudged the other Lincoln and they both sniggered, looking at Peter sideways.

'Okay, okay, haha, that's funny', Peter said without even trying to make it sound like he was laughing. 'So my father decided to cut the cake without knowing you jerks called a stripper…'

Lincolns started laughing hysterically, both unable to suppress the memories.

'Cut it out, bitches', Peter couldn't help but start laughing, too, as he finally made his choice and took the DVD case from the shelf. 'May I remind you we're here for a reason.'

'What are we watching today?' the Fringe agent asked curiously.

'Star Wars, episode four, the original version', Peter said proudly, waving the DVD, and wriggled his eyebrows.

'The… um… the original?' Captain Lee frowned. 'Are there other versions?'

Peter and the other Lincoln exchanged bewildered glances.

'They didn't do it over there, oh… my… God', Lincoln simply said, grin spreading across his face as Peter put the disk in.

'Didn't do what?' the other agent was getting impatient.

'I'll explain later, ok?' Peter laughed sitting down next to the man from New York. 'You're gonna have to brace yourself and, well, let's not ruin the moment.'

'Ok…'

'So…' Peter pressed the remote control button, glimmer of excitement in his eyes. 'It begins.'

He set the remote down and they opened the bottles as the 20th Century logo appeared on the screen.

'God, it's like I'm watching it for the first time', the FBI Lincoln fidgeted a little in his seat.

'Why is it so blurry?' the other one screwed up his eyes a little. 'Is there something wrong with your TV?'

Peter looked a little confused and, well, hurt.

'No', he said, 'everything is fine. It's the movie.'

It was Captain Lee's turn to be confused.

'I still don't get what we're watching…'

'Shush…'

There was silence…

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…

'Duuun duuuuuun duh duh duh duuuuuun', all three of them suddenly began chanting as the words started scrolling up the starry sky and…

Riiiiinnnng.

'You have got to be kidding me!' Peter shouted as the phone in his pocket started ringing and vibrating. He pressed the Pause button. 'I swear if it's another case and it's not a murder, I'll make sure there is one.'

The two Lincolns looked at each other, both crossing their fingers.

'Bishop…'