As with "Can't Stand In Our Way," this story starts out introducing the case, but Peter and Olivia do enter the picture.

This is a sequel, but if you haven't read the first story it should be fine. Though the first tells how Peter and Olivia got together :)

I do not own Fringe I just like using my fav characters to create fanfics that allow me to pretend to be a "writer." :P

All mistakes are mine.

SHOCK Shoe Company

Friday

12:35pm

"Oh Danielle, I'm am so scared!"

"There is nothing to be scared of Gail. Fear is just an illusion."

"Did your therapist tell you that load of shit?"

Danielle shrugs.

"Whether you agree with that or not it still doesn't change the fact that there's nothing to be scared of." Danielle reaches out and gives her friend's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"But you know how I hate needles. Maybe I should just take my chances and skip all of this."

Danielle shakes her head. "No way Gail! We work at the company daycare center. We get sneezed and coughed on all day long. Oh and lets not forget the lovely snot that the children like to share with us. We NEED these flu shots."

Gail lets out a sigh of resignation.

"I know. You're right. Lets just get this over with."

Gail and Danielle walk into the conference room where the flu shots are being given and approach the first desk.

"Name please?" The lady at the desk ask.

Gail pushes Danielle slightly in front of her.

Danielle rolls her eyes.

"Danielle Messing."

"Do you have your paperwork with you?"

"Yes. Right here." Danielle answers and hands her paperwork over.

The lady looks it over before saying, "Alright Ms. Messing you may head over to station three."

On her way over to the station Danielle turns around and gives Gail a thumbs up.

"Name please?"

"Uh, Gail…Michaels."

"Do you have your paperwork Ms. Michaels?"

"Oh yes." Gail answers and tries to steady her hand as she hands the paperwork over.

"Uh Ms. Michael's you forgot to sign this last page."

"Oh jeez! I'm so so sorry!"

"It's perfectly fine. You know there's nothing to be scared of. It doesn't take more than a few seconds," The lady informs her while handing her a pen.

Gail just nods her head and quickly signs her name.

"Ok Ms. Michael's you can head over to station four."

Danielle, who is already done, walks over to Gail and tells her, "Nothing to it. I'll wait for you outside…Ok?"

"Sure," Gail replies.

Station Four

Gail finds herself standing at station four.

Nothing to it. Over in a few seconds. Nothing to be scared of.

"Here Ma'am have a seat." A man with a sweet smile tells her.

"My my, scared energy is just radiating off of you."

"Yeah I know. It's just I hate shots."

"You know you don't have to get a shot. I can give you the flu nasal spray vaccine."

"Really? That'd be great!" Gail excitedly tells him.

"Though I recommend the shot."

Gail lets out a sigh of disappointment.

"Well, I guess I'll go with the shot then. You are the expert on this kind of thing."

The man gives her another sweet smile.

"Could you lift your sleeve up a little?"

"Oh yeah."

The man swabs the area, stretches the skin between his thumb and forefinger, and says "Here we go."

Gail closes her eyes as she feels a slight pinch.

"All done."

"Really?" Gail says in disbelief as she watches the man cover the area with a little gauze and a band aid.

"Yep. That's it Ma'am."

"Wow, Danielle and the lady at the desk weren't lying. That wasn't bad at all. Certainly nothing to be scared of."

Nothing yet. The man chuckles.

"Now you do know to call your doctor or go to the ER if you experience any numbness, severe swelling, or difficulty breathing?"

"Oh I know. I read it's uncommon so I'm sure I'll be fine," Gail says.

The man just gives her another sweet smile.

That's what you think. Just wait till your "flu shot" kicks in. The man thinks to himself.

"Well, thank you!"

"No problem. Just doing my job Ma'am."

She waves and he watches her walk away with a satisfied grin.

Outside the Conference Room

"Danielle! You were right! That was a breeze. All I felt was a little pinch."

"See, I told you! You should know to trust me. Now lets grab some lunch before we have to return to the little monsters."

Gail laughs. "Hey at least it's naptime."

"Yeah for your kids. My infants don't have a set nap time."

"That's right! That's why I work in the older toddler room," Gail chuckles as they head for the cafeteria.

Gail's Apartment

2:05pm

Gail walks into her apartment and drops her coat and bag at the door while simultaneously kicking off her shoes.

"Ugh! I don't feel good." Gail grumbles as she plops on the couch.

Thank goodness someone could cover for me at work.

She thinks as she feels herself drifting off to sleep.

5min Later

Gail shifts in her sleep.

"OOooooowwwwwww! What the hell?"

Gail tries to sit up but experiences more pain. She looks down at her arms and hands and notices large red blisters on them. She scrunches her face up when she realizes that some have popped leading to a yellow pus spreading on her skin.

"Ahhh, my arm feels like it's on fire. I need to get to my phone. Probably a reaction from that damn flu shot."

She puts her feet down on the ground and screams in pain.

Just need to make it to the phone. How the hell am I going to dial with all these blisters on my hands. I'll figure it out later…I just need to get to the phone.

Despite the pain Gail tries to make to it the phone, but with each movement there's more pain, more popping, and more burning.

Oh god! What is happening? Gail thinks as she falls to the ground.

She puts her hands to her face…more pain, more popping, more burning.

Suddenly there's knocking at the door.

Gail tries to yell "Help," but all that comes out is "Mmmmpphhh." She can no longer form words.

More pain. More popping. More burning.

The knocking at the door stops…the door opens.

The last thing Gail sees is her mother's horrified look.

The last thing Gail hears is her mother's terrified screams.

The last thing Gail feels is…agony.

Olivia's Apartment

2:30pm

"Peter, will you stop that!" Olivia demands as she shakes her feet out of Peter's grasp and puts her book down.

"What?" He ask with his eyes still focused on the T.V.

"You're digging your fingers into my feet again."

Peter turns to look at Olivia.

"I don't get it. Sometimes I give you a massage and I'm rewarded with hearing your sighs and moans of pleasure. Yet other times, like now, all I get is your complaining and occasionally whacked." Peter rubs the back of his head as he remembers one of those times.

Olivia rolls her eyes.

"Peter besides 'massaging' my feet what were you doing?"

"Watching T.V.," Peter answers.

"Now last night, what were you doing while giving me a massage?"

"Nothing…"

"There you have it," Olivia says simply.

"I still don't get it Liv."

"Peter when your concentration is on me your massages are wonderful, but when your focused on something else, such as the T.V., you forget what you're doing and the result is you painfully digging and digging and digging-"

"Ok! Ok! I get it now. I'm sorry. I'll stop. I just wish you would've told me that before. I've taken a lot of abuse over this." Peter rubs his side as he remembers another time.

Olivia laughs.

"I'm sorry."

"You can make it up to me later," Peter says with a mischievous grin.

"Oh that reminds me. Rachel's coming to visit with Ella, so you won't be able to stay the night."

Peter gives Olivia an incredulous look.

"You can't be serious Liv. Your sister knows we're together and anyways she's an adult."

Olivia sighs. "I know that Peter, but still. It's only for a couple of nights."

"A COUPLE OF NIGHTS! You do realize that for the month we've been together that we haven't spent a night apart. You're either at my place or I'm at yours."

"Then you really shouldn't be complaining. We both have been spoiled," Olivia tells him.

"Exactly! That's why you should be concerned. Honey this could lead to the death of me!'

Olivia laughs.

"You're so dramatic. Look, it'll be hard for me too, but I'm sure we'll both survive."

Peter grabs Olivia's legs and pulls her onto his lap.

"Well sweetheart we've got a lot to do before your sister arrives if I'm to survive."

Olivia gives Peter a soft kiss on the lips before getting up and taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom.

Just as they reach the door Olivia's cell phone goes off.

"Damn! Please don't let it be Broyles." Peter pleas to whatever possible higher being(s) there might be.

Olivia grabs her phone off of the coffee table.

"Dunham."

As Olivia listens she mouths to Peter that it is Broyles.

Peter groans.

"…Police have the other scenes cordoned off?…Ok…We'll head to the scene where the first call came from…Alright sir."

Olivia hangs up the phone.

"We've got a case."

"I figured as much. I'll call Walter while you get ready."

"Ok. Oh I better call Rachel and let her know-"

"That she needs to come at another time," Peter suggest with a hopeful smile.

"No, that I'm probably going to be home late."

Peter frowns.

"It's a couple of nights Peter. Think of it as a chance for you to bond more with Walter. You can play board games, bake goodies laced with LSD, and dance around the house naked. Oh and I think you should have a sleepover at the lab and spend some quality time with Gene. She's been giving me some not so nice "Moos" since we've gotten together."

"Ha Ha. Very funny Liv…"

"I thought so," Olivia laughs. "Now come on we have to get moving. There's at least a dozen scenes we have to investigate."

I know it was short, but that's all for this chapter. I don't know how long this story will be. I have a feeling either about as long as the first or shorter. Eh I really have no clue. Anywhoooo...

Thanks soo much for reading!