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Repercussions

Olivia was skeptical about tonight. Several times over the past months the phrase 'Forgive and Forget' popped into her head. It came to mind every time she thought of Peter lately. She wanted so much to forgive him. To get past the riff that had formed between them. She felt she was finally ready to forgive, but she would never forget. That's what continually held them apart. She couldn't forget. Olivia cursed her photographic memory in the back of her mind as the day Peter told her everything replayed in her head, killing any ambitions she had of the night going well.

Olivia Pulled up in front of the Kresge building and saw that Peter was already standing outside, bouncing his wait from one foot to the other to stay warm. He didn't come to her car so she got out and walked over to meet him, her arms wrapped tight around her, holding her coat closed.

"Why are you waiting out here?" She asked, having to shout a little bit over the wind.

Peter just smiled politely without giving her an answer, "Do you mind if I drive?"

Olivia nodded and followed Peter to where his car was parked just around the corner. Broyles had finally issued him a Federal issue black SUV, and Olivia was a tad annoyed at Peter's ignorance of the speed limit since he'd gotten it.

"So, where do you wanna go?" Peter inquired after the turned the corner.

Olivia looked out the window into the blackness mixed with gray flecks of snow. The rare hint of a smile shown on the corners of her lips, "Somewhere with decent alcohol." She joked.

Peter laughed, "Good idea. I have a feeling we're going to need it," he mumbled the last part.

Olivia whipped around to look at him, "Excuse me?"

"Nothing," He had a ridiculous smile on his face that Olivia knew he had when he was hiding something.

"You are such a liar," She joked.

"Now you know that's not true. I'm a con-man, but not a liar."

Olivia's mood suddenly turned sour. She knew his words were true. He wasn't a liar. If he was he wouldn't have told her. No, he definitely wasn't a liar.

Peter sensed Olivia's mood change, and he fell quiet. Several minutes late, they pulled up in front of a Rock Bottom Brewery in the center of town. It was a Thursday night, and it wasn't busy. Peter came around to open Olivia's door, but took a step back when she almost hit him in the face with it. She gave him an apologetic smile and they went inside.

They sat down at the bar, and the first round of beers went down without a word. As the bar tender set down the second round in front of them Peter took a strong pull of his, Olivia turned to look at him.

"Peter," She said, and he put his drink down to look at her, "I have to tell you something. These past few months, I've been thinking about something. The phrase 'Forgive and forget' comes to mind. Again and again, and I can't stop thinking about it!"

"Olivia," Peter sighed. He knew where she was going with this, but Olivia stopped him.

"Peter just listen, please," She stopped to make sure he wouldn't interrupt and took a deep breath, "I'm ready to forgive Peter. I've screwed up too many relationships in my life. I need to forgive. But I can't forget."

"Olivia, I understand. Its been nine months. Honest to god, I don't care if you forgive me. As long as I still get to see you, I don't care. And I can't expect you to forget. Too many people have hurt you, have betrayed you. I could never expect you of forget." His eyes locked with her and she nodded. He sat up straight and took another sip, "And with your memory, how was I ever supposed to expect you to just forget."

"Hey!" She said reproachfully, but she laughed, and Peter smiled."

"Hey, Bartender!" He said waving to the girl behind the counter, "I think we're going to need something a little stronger." The bartender smiled and turned to get two glasses of scotch.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Bishop?" Olivia joked.

"No, I just know you always preferred something a little stronger," he laughed, coughing just a little bit as the drink burned his throat.

"You know, she didn't drink at all, that should've been your first clue," Olivia said, downing the whole glass in one gulp, and for the first time in nine months, it didn't hurt to talk about her.

An hour later Olivia was a little flushed from all the alcohol and a waitress was setting food down at their table. Olivia smiled at the food and gave a thankful nod to the waitress before she walked away.

"I forgot what a picky eater you were," Peter said, nodding to her plate, "Here we are at a three star restaurant with amazing seafood and pastas, and you order a burger, plain."

Olivia smiled a little unselfconsciously, "I guess I'm a little burnt out on the adventurous after these past three years."

"I guess so," Peter smiled. He was about to say something else, but Olivia's phone rang. Olivia put up a finger, telling Peter to hold his thought and answered her phone.

"Dunham."

"Agent Dunham, Its Nina Sharp."

Olivia's face went blank, "Olivia who is it?" Peter asked, leaning across the table. She put her finger up again.

"Miss Sharp. Why are you calling?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you dinner, but we need you and Peter in New York. Immediately."

Olivia got s suspicious crease between her brows at Nina's knowledge of her whereabouts, but let it slide, "What's happening?"

"Someone's come over from the other side," Nina informed her.

Olivia perked up, "A shapeshifter?"

"No. When shapeshifters cross over. Its almost impossible to detect. Its why we're so unable to track them. This is definitely a person."

"Who? Do you know?" Olivia asked, standing up and grabbing her coat.

"Olivia, I think you should see this for yourself. Me and Broyles are waiting for you at Massive Dynamic Headquarters in New York. Meet us here and then a car will pick the four of us up to take us to the New York Federal building. Goodbye Miss Dunham."

"Federal Buildi-" The call cut off and Olivia frustratedly shoved her phone in her pocket as she put her jacket on, "Come on Peter. We have to go to New York."

Chapter By: Caithrine