A/N: Okay, so this is my first Lemony smut stuff, so bear with me here!

WARNING! THE FIRST 2 OR 3 CHAPTERS WILL BE HELATIOUSLY BORING BUT AFTER I GET PAST THE OBNOXIOUS TASK OF PLOT AND SETTING THERE WILL BE SOOOOO MUCH GOOD STUFF YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO CONTROL YOURSELF! So just sit night and let the excitement build... ;)

I do not own Fringe or any of it's characters

Day 1: The Relatively Boring Day...

Preface

"Dunham," I picked up my cell phone and pressed the receiver to my ear, groggily trying to focus my eyes on the clock. 4:30 AM. Just great. Why did these pattern maniacs have to pull all their stunts under the cover of night? I would understand if these were normal criminals we were talking about here, who needed the veil of darkness to pull of their racketeering, but this crap was creepy enough in broad daylight.

Plus, these late night calls were driving me to burn the candle at both ends. I don't think I've gotten more than a wink of shut eye in a week. If it's not paper work in the office til one in the morning or Broyles ringing my cell at the crack ass of dawn, then it's the countless nightmares rousing me with my own screams of horror in the witching hours. Lately, the dreams have seem to have taken aim at a different side of my emotional spectrum; I watch in terror, unable to look away as people die. Let me correct myself: Not people in general, more like one specific person. Peter. I didn't realize how much of an impact his death would have on me until I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror every morning when I face the day ahead after a night of pacing. But why does his death seem to bother me so much more than all the others had, even more so than Rachel and Ella? My brain has been far too fried to piece together an answer...

I met Peter, Astrid, and Walter in the lab, the entire ride over was something of a haze of Daft Punk and French roast coffee. When I got there, ever Gene the fat lard cow was asleep. Don't they get up at the crack of dawn to be milked or something? (or so says my limited knowledge of Little House on the Prairie living) Shows you just how early we're all up.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart," Peter seemed a little overly chipper this morning. "No use delaying the inevitable. You're already here after-"

Peter was interrupted by the sudden wheezing and hacking of Walter, finished off with the unmistakable splashing noise of...

"Oh no..." Astrid groaned. I turned around and looked at the cause of her distress; the color drained from my face slightly. After all the things I've seen here, the sight of Walter's up-chucked dinner was still enough to turn anyone green.

"So That's where the rest the the cherry pie went! Walter, you do realize that expired two weeks ago right?" He grabbed some paper towels and helped Astrid wipe up the mess.

"Oh nonsense, Son, they only put those dates on there so they can cheat stores into having to restock more often! It's a conspiracy!" His last comment was topped off by yet another violent spell of regurgitating cherry pie and bile.

"The bodies of the case are in a rather... run down area of Atlantic City. If we're going to get any leads on this case of what appears to be, in the words of one witness, 'spontaneous combustion' we're going to need to drive out there," I said, remembering again why I had gotten up at this ungodly hour in the first place.

"Well Walter certainly can't go in this condition," Peter stated, sighing.

"Yes I can-" Walter retorted before Astrid cut in with, "No, Walter, you really can't."

"I guess I'll stay back with Walter then. Astrid and Olivia can go get the bodies," Peter said, appearing to be rather depressed over the whole idea.

"Really, Peter? You're going to send two girls to an Atlantic City ghetto to fetch two char-boiled hooker's bodies?" Astrid said in disbelief. "I don't think so. You go with Olivia, I'll stay here with Walter."

Peter nodded in agreement, "Well, then I guess we better get packing. Sin City, here we come."

Is it just me, or did peter agree to that a little... too easily...?

A/N: Okay so the next chapter will probably be uber-plot heavy like this one, but please don't shoot me! The smut will come people, the smut will come in good time...

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