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Notes: Story will dip more and more towards M as we go along. As always, reviews, comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated!
Chapter One
Olivia Dunham was tired, she's been sifting through file after file, box after box for hours; but it felt more like weeks.
She had a cramp in her neck; a knot between her shoulders, and a paper cut that stung like a bitch on her right index finger.
She was also pretty certain that her eyes might be crossing because the last few paragraphs she'd glanced over had been nothing but a blur.
She needed caffeine; she needed a break.
Hell, Olivia needed a vacation to some remote desert island where they'd never even heard of paper, or file folders, or mad scientists.
One big indiscernible mess that's what this was.
Olivia sighed heavily pulling her glasses from the bridge of her nose, pinching the sore spot where they had been sitting for over half the day between her index and thumb. She was going to have a headache tonight; she just knew it.
She closed her eyes inhaling again slowly only to let out another huff as Walter continued to babble on in a relentless stream of dialog two examination tables away.
"I know it must be here somewhere; I know we brought it up from Jacksonville; I just can't remember how I filed these boxes; I know it wasn't alphabetical because I believe I was tripping at the time and I thought I had found a better system for organizing them."
He paused for a moment to grin at her like this was something that she too should appreciate; the triumphs of a madman. When she didn't respond he continued on.
"Yes that was IT! It was simply ingenious, one that would be far more useful, and..and..faster…then numeric or alphabetical labeling yes! Much faster! More accessible…" His voice rose in pitch as he spoke, and then pausing he seemed to lose focus on the room for a moment before returning to the file in his hands, "I just can't remember what the system was now! Pity really because it really was quite brilliant!"
Olivia happened to open her eyes in time to see Peter, who had also been shuffling through box after box pause, glaring at Walter's backside like he was contemplating throwing the box in front of him at Walter's head. Another hour of this and he might actually do it.
Olivia was saved (at least she hoped she was) when her phone began to chirp in her pocket. She practically ripped the tiny trilling object that was quite possibly announcing her freedom from her inside pocket and answered with her curt and customary, "Dunham."
"Agent Dunham, I need you to report immediately with the rest of the team to SouthBend Square,"
"SouthBend? Down by the river? The industrial Park?" Olivia hadn't heard anything go out on the police band earlier that morning; and no one had mentioned anything at the office, so this must have just come up.
Not that she was going to complain if it got her out of these damn boxes.
"Yes, Bring the team and inform Walter that he'll be taking a body back to the lab on this one; you might want to prepare yourself Dunham; this one might be a little hard to stomach."
Olivia grimaced, her mouth forming a hard line eyebrows lowering as she unconsciously reacted to the mental images of what might possibly be so bad that Broyles would feel the need to warn them before their arrival; especially after everything they had seen already.
Turning instinctively to find Peter and his calm and reassuring gaze she replied. "Understood sir, we're on our way."