Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe. Just like playing with the characters and concept. The Italics symbolize Inner Thoughts of the characters.
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New York City
It is a cold chilly night in New York City with snow falling causing the landscape to turn white. There was only one brave soul out that night. The cold burning his throat as the steam flowed away from his face. You could see the impact of life's challenges on his face prematurely aging it. He wore a dirty used jacket with holes while carrying a backpack full of belongings. All he wanted to do was go home, home to his homeless shelter. So he continued to walk.
Olivia's Apartment
Olivia sat there on her couch watching another daytime talk show and sipping on some rum. Hey, it has got to be 5 pm somewhere. She never did like those shows or sitting still; however , it helped that she was desperately bored and somewhat intoxicated. It seemed like forever that she has been sitting at home, everybody catering to her as if she couldn't take care of herself. She had Rachel and Ella living with her. They moved in after she got out of the hospital. She didn't know how much Rachel knew and really didn't ask. It was nice to have Ella around to keep her mind off of this feeling inside of her, uselessness. Peter called her everyday to check on her. He would talk to her about anything except for work; which was hard to do since she tried her damndest to interrogate him. It was really annoying. But to be honest, she really did love talking to him anyways. She missed working with Peter, Astrid, and even 'mad scientist' Walter. She was going stir crazy, she needed to get back to work. There had to be a new case to solve.
Picking up the phone she was determined to make that happen, "Sir, This is Agent Dunham. I need to go back to work."
"Are you sure that you are ready?" the familiar voice of Agent Broyles came through the phone.
"Sir, I am tired of sitting on my hands. I need to come back," Agent Dunham candidly stated, "Anyways these talk shows are driving me crazy."
"Fine, come to the federal building tomorrow. You have to pass a mandatory psychological evaluation. If he agrees that you are ready to come back then I will re-instate you," Broyles stated flatly.
"Agreed, thank you sir," she said putting down the phone. Damn Psychological Examinations.
Just then Rachel walked into the apartment, "Olivia I am home."
"You don't have to yell, I am right here" Olivia responded as she got up to put away the partially drunk bottle of rum.
"Oh sorry… I went grocery shopping and thought that we would have spaghetti tonight," Rachel said.
"Rachel, I am going back to work tomorrow," Olivia stated.
"Are you sure that that is a good idea?" Rachel questioned her.
"I am going stir crazy. My wounds have healed, I need to work" Olivia responded.
"They have, huh. Why do you insist on doing this job even if it going to kill you," Rachel said annoyed.
"Why are you so mad. What I do is important. I can't just give up," Olivia countered her.
"How can you not know why I am so mad. Fine but know this, Ella and I are leaving to go back home," she said heading to the spare room to pack.
"Rachel," Olivia stated watching her pull cloths out of the dresser.
New York City
It was hard to believe that it was snowing the night before since the sun was shining and the temperature was rising. The city was coming to life as the traffic was building on the streets while a pair of joggers did their daily ritual in a city park. One jogger was a slender female with brown hair and eyes wearing a purple running suite. The second was a dark haired male wearing all black.
"Sue, hold up. I gotta make a pit stop," he said stopping and bending over with his hands on his legs.
"Again, every time we go jogging this happens," she stated almost giggling, "One of these days you are going to be busted for indecent exposure."
"I doubt that since I am a cop. It will only take a moment," he said running toward a set of trees and vanishing.
"That was fast," she responded to him almost immediately turning around and running toward her.
"I need your cell phone," he yelled in her direction.
"Why?" she questioned.
"Just do me a favor and call 911 to report a body in the bushes," he responded noticing the shocked look on her face.
Federal Building
Olivia was still sore from driving herself to the federal building when she walked into the Broyles office. There was pain radiating from the upper chest. Just ignore it.
All she could hope for was that Broyles couldn't see the pain reflected on her face.
"Sir, I am ready for the psychological examination," she said with a fake smile.
"Follow me," Broyles said heading out of the office. She could tell he wasn't convinced that she was ready to come back. Luckily, he wasn't the one she had to convince, it was the psychologist. It was time to put on her game face she took a deep breath before stepping into the room and meeting with the individual who would determine her future.