Chapter One

Clang clang.

"Walter, what are you doing up so late?"

It was very early morning, be despite the fact, the Bishop household was lively. The elder Bishop was in the kitchen, being rather laud as he was making a late night snack. The younger Bishop, however, was up against his will. The noisy clanging had woken him, and he was groggily wandering down the stairs to check on his father.

"Oh, good morning son!" Walter grinned, looking up from spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread. "I'm simply making a snack. Did I wake you?"

"Actually, you did, Walter," Peter Bishop replied. "You really don't have to be so loud."

"My apologies," his father said, and then licked a peanut butter-covered finger. "But you simply must come try these sandwiches I've made! Agent Farnsworth got this special peanut butter, and it's fantastic!"

"I'll try it later," Peter replied with a smile. "I'm going to go back to bed for now. You should probably go to bed soon too. 'Night, Walter." He then turned back around and began going back to his room.

Before he could move up the first few stairs, he heard his cell phone start to vibrate on the counter. Peter sighed, but quickly made his way over to his phone, pushed a button, and brought it to his ear.

"Bishops 24 Hour Deli, how may I help you?" the younger Bishop said into the phone.

"Good morning to you too, Peter," a female voice replied on the other line. "Is your father awake?"

"Yeah 'Liv, Walter's awake. Making sandwiches, too."

"Good. I'll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes," Olivia instructed.

"Oh ho, man," Peter said with a smirk. "I didn't sign up for this. See ya in a bit."

He then closed his phone shut and the call ended. "Walter, go get your kit ready," he said to his father. "Olivia is going to pick us up soon. We've got an early morning case on our hands."

"Oh, how exciting!" Walter grinned, dropping his knife. "I'll go get ready." Then, he shuffled off upstairs, his son following close behind him.

"So, what kind of case do we have this time?" Peter Bishop asked as he hopped into the passenger's seat of his partner's black SUV. "Disease? Monsters? Aliens? Everything's more exciting at two in the morning, wouldn't you say?"

Olivia Dunham smiled as she buckled her seat belt and started her car. "I haven't been given the exact details yet, but all I know now is that we've got two suspects in custody and that there is a police box involved."

"A police box?" Walter questioned from the back seat. "Like those ones from the 60s? Oh how marvelous! I have a wonderful memory with one, where your mother and I--"

"You can stop there Walter," Peter said with a frown.

But his father continued on. The rest of the car rid consisted of Walter giving full details on a few memories he had involving the boxes, and Peter constantly trying to get him to stop. He felt almost relieved when they arrived at the scene of the crime, but the feeling soon vanished as he remembered that they were there for work. And work often meant gruesome things.

Phillip Broyles filled them in on the story soon after the trio arrived. Witnesses said that they saw a blue police box appear out of no where, followed by a good-sized flying saucer that flew off. A few people reported two figures jumping out of the police box with guns, which led to them being held in custody.

"We've got a team out searching for the saucer now," Broyles told the gang.

"So when you say flying saucer, you mean like a sort of UFO, right?" Peter asked.

"It appears so."

"I was hoping you'd say no. I'd also say you're crazy, but this job has opened my mind up to many things…"

"Oh my, this is fantastic!" Walter exclaimed as he approached the police box. "yes yes, I do remember these. Especially when--"

"So how does a police box just appear from thin air?" Peter asked, cutting his father off.

"That's not the only strange thing," Broyles replied. "You might want to take a look inside."

Olivia looked at Broyles for a moment, but then slowly pushed the door open. The four stepped inside, Walter eagerly barging in first.

Inside the police box, there was almost a whole other world. The room inside was not small and square like they had expected. It was huge, with a large console and hundreds of different gadgets. There were even doorways branching off into other rooms.

"My word…" Walter muttered as he frantically looked around. "This is… I've never seen anything like this before."

"We were quite shocked when we saw it too," Broyles stated. "We're going to haul it back to headquarters with us. Then we'll question the suspects. Doctor Bishop can look at the box more while you're questioning them, Agent Dunham."

Olivia nodded. The group then left the mysterious police box, though Peter had to pull Walter out himself.

"Can I get a look at the suspects?" Olivia asked Broyles. He nodded and pointed over to a police car that sat a few yards away. As Peter assisted his father, the agent made her way over to the car.

Olivia was able to get a better view of the two people in the backseat as she approached. The first was a rather tall male. He was wearing a suit, a long brown coat, and his hair was sticking up in an interesting fashion. The second suspect was female, with long orange hair and a light jacket. Olivia opened the passenger seat door and sat down.

"Doctor, how are we--" the female was saying, but stopped when she saw Olivia get into the car. "Are they going to let us go?" she asked eagerly with a thick British accent.

"Uh, no," Olivia said, turning around to face them. "I just wanted to tell you that we're bringing you in for questioning, and that we'll be taking your police box too."

"Don't hurt 'er", the male said. He was also British. "Geez, you Americans are rought!" he muttered under his breath.

Olivia smiled and then left the car. Broyles motioned to her that the team was ready to leave and she made her way back to her SUV. After settling into her car with the Bishops once again, the Fringe Division agents made their way back to the federal building in the heart of Boston.