Just in time for Valentines day! I don't own Fringe, unlike Mr. Abrams...

If this gets a little Out of Character, then I apologize ahead of time. I wrote the entire story during a longer then planned car ride. Stay tuned for the next chapters which should pop up tomorrow.

Olivia Duhnam was sitting at her desk barely visible behind the stacks of case files. Olivia looked up at the perilous stack and sighed. She'd clocked in before the sun came up, and now, several hours later, it looked as though she hadn't made a dent. There was a knock on the door.

''Come in.'' Olivia didn't even bother to glance up. ''Just leave it on my desk. Oh, and please tell Agent Francis he owes me twenty cups of coffee for this.''

''It's alright. I've got this one.''

Olivia bit her lip to hide her smile, ''Peter, I didn't expect to see you here. Did Walter finally let you out of the lab?''

Peter set down the cup of coffee on her desk. ''I wouldn't say leave as much as escaped. Astrid took him shopping for chemicals. Needless to say he'll be preoccupied for hours. You know, Peter said gesturing to the case files, ''This is a very accurate model of Jenga. I'm impressed.''

Olivia rolled her eyes, ''If only I was playing Jenga right now. Charlie and his wife are going to visit his in-laws. I'm helping with a homicide investigation. The trouble is,'' She stood up and started packing the files away in boxes, ''The victim has the most common name imaginable-John Doe- and he was killed with an ordinary butcher knife. It's been a nightmare with research.''

Peter smirked, ''Wow, talk about a mundane murderer. It sounds like maybe you might need a break.''

Olivia stopped filing. ''Why...what are you saying?'' Peter just kept grinning. ''No wait, let me guess. You want me to go with you and Walter to do some...experimenting of some type?''

''Well you're half right. Walter won't be joining us. It'll be just be you and me. As for 'experimenting', I can't guarantee anything. Does this sound plausible, Agent Duhnam?''

She glanced back up to the remaining stacks of paperwork and back to Peter. His brow was furrowed in that curious way that never failed to break a smile from her.

''Sure, why not? Anyways, John Doe isn't going anywhere.''

Peter broke out into a grin again. ''Alright, I'll pick you up at seven at your place, '' He said over his shoulder.

''Wait! What should I wear?''

Peter stopped and turned around. With all seriousness he said, ''Wear that Northwestern shirt you're so fond of. It's college night.''

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