So I am on holiday visiting rellies, but I have an internet stick (hooray!) –I wanted to take a break from my other fic 'In 10 Months' to do a fic about how Lincoln Lee had kissed Bolivia not knowing that she had a boyfriend. This is all before the events in Over There and is a Christmas fic.

This is how Christmas is for me in Australia with all our local shops decorated and everyone going really over board. Now, I've heard that it may snow during the Christmas season in America, so I'll write what I can, from what I've seen in movies and TV shows, so any mistakes are my own fault.

Merry Christmas.

NOTE: Very small similarity to 3x02 The Box (restaurant scene w/Peter talking about other couples)

Sunday 19th December

Lincoln watched as Olivia slowly, no, extremely slowly got dressed. Charlie had already dressed, leaving only Olivia and Lincoln in the locker room.

The locker room had been decorated by other fringe agents in the holiday spirit. Tinsel, Santa stickers, and decorations had been put everywhere, decorating the lockers, the small plastic tree in the centre of the room.

Olivia had given up on Christmas when she was 5 and she caught her father putting presents under the tree. She couldn't catch her sister stealing her toys but her father she catches.

Lincoln and Charlie had brought in eggnog today and Santa hats for everyone, on Monday, in an effort to get everyone into the Christmassy spirit. Olivia hadn't worn hers, instead it had been left in her locker for the last three days.

A chemical explosion case had resulted in Charlie, Olivia and Lincoln having a decontamination shower, several painful needles and tests and their clothes being destroyed. The explosion site was ambered and all was well in the world, except Lincoln had noticed a solemn sadness had hung itself above Olivia's long auburn haired head. She had carried it around with her for several weeks now, but Charlie hadn't seemed to notice, if he had, he hadn't told Lincoln.

He continued to watch as Olivia shrugged on her leather jacket, pulling her hair to one side and she tied up the shoe laces on her black boots.

Sitting on the bench, Olivia let out a deep sigh, her head hung low, phone in hand. She was stalling, prolonging the inevitable - going home.

"Frank?" Lincoln guessed. It was always Frank.

Looked up at him, Lincoln's eyes gazed overhear soft pink lips, up to her eyes, watching the emotions play across her face.

Their first kiss wasn't what Lincoln had expected. Sure, he enjoyed it, and Olivia had definitely kissed him back, but he didn't know she had a boyfriend. He had wanted her for so long, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to be the one to make her laugh at terrible jokes, he so badly wanted to her to curl up next to him at night, say she loved him, but it was always Frank.

He would watch as Olivia came into work every day, happy or sad about something Frank had done. To Lincoln, she wasn't happy in her relationship with Frank, she wasn't fully satisfied. It only added to Lincoln's burning desire for her.

"Yeah. He had to go off again, some big emergency that demanded Frank's time." she answered, "And I, his girlfriend, can't even get five minutes with him." she turned and looked up at him, "I mean, there's a lot of things two people can do in five minutes," nervous laughter escaped her pink lips.

Lincoln smiled down at her. "Come on, first rounds on me." he offered her his arm which she linked with hers. They walked out of the change rooms.

They drove to the bar across town. They had been there hundreds of times, but neither could remember the name of the place. Charlie had taken them there after their first successful case as a team. It had become a tradition after cases which had turned into 'I want to get smashed' nights out when Olivia or Lincoln's love lives began to suck. Charlie seemed to be the only one who was doing right, juggling his personal and professional lives with no overlapping consequences.

The bar music blared and groups crowded the bar as the night drew on. It was a week before Christmas, and everywhere they'd look, tinsel and bright lights decorated the streets and houses. Apartment buildings had lights wrapped around the stair railings and draped over balconies. Couples wore matching Christmas hats, children dressed in red and green. Everyone had someone to celebrate the holiday season with. Frank didn't even tell her when he'd get back for Christmas.

Lincoln and Olivia sat at their usual booth, in the far back corner where they could watch everyone inside the bar while keeping their privacy.

Olivia always found it fascinating watching the couples, trying to figure out how they knew each other and how far they'd go together. Whether or not they were co-workers out for a drink, siblings, dating couples or strangers who had just met and were hoping to get lucky. Each pair had a different story.

Olivia wasn't the one to admit it, but she wondered, would her life be any different if she hadn't met Frank?

-Meeting Frank-

Olivia, Lincoln and Charlie had been caught in an amber quarantine and were trying to outrun it before it encased them. As they neared the exit, Charlie dove for the doorway, skidding across the threshold to safety, but Olivia had tripped over a floor board in the house, crashing into Lincoln in front of her. They both fell to the floor, knocking their heads together, rendering them both unconscious.

Olivia and Lincoln later woke in the hospital. They lay over two white sheeted beds. Feeling a sharp, freezing pain in her lower half Olivia had been mortified to see that they had indeed been ambered, together. Lincoln lay flat against the bed, one of Olivia's legs stuck between his thighs in a rather embarrassing position and her left hand plastered to his lower stomach. Her right hand was free of the amber, as were both of Lincoln's.

Frank her been the doctor on their case. There was no actual way to remove a whole person from the amber, but doctors had perfected a way to remove amber from people who, like Lincoln and Olivia had gotten trapped, only partially covered. A strong acid solution, but it took hours because the closer the doctors got to their flesh, the more diluted the acid had to become as not to burn them. The more dilute it got, the longer it took. It took several antagonizing hour before Olivia had her leg free from Lincoln's thighs. But with their limited mobility, she couldn't move it to a less awkward position.

Charlie made mind to visit every few hours, one, to check on them for Broyles, and two, to laugh and make comments about their positioning.

Frank had started chatting up Olivia while they were trapped. Olivia wasn't usually attracted to doctors, they always had strange fetishes, but Frank seemed normal to her. So she accepted when he offered to buy her dinner once they were free. Lincoln didn't like it, telling Olivia his dislike and disapproval as not only her friend but as her boss. Olivia just laughed it off as jealousy. That was partially true. Lincoln had been jealous. Olivia had accepted a date while he lay there, helpless to intervene without looking like a random person ambered to a beautiful women being a cock-block.

For the next eight hours, Frank kept chatting her up, talking about their jobs, Olivia obviously keeping things classified, need to know.

Weeks later, Olivia had told Lincoln she hadn't seen Frank after their date. And after a stressful case, Lincoln kissed her. The truth about her relationship with Frank became known to Lincoln when Frank's fist collided with Lincoln's jaw. Olivia claimed to not have told him because it is none of his business and he'd only make a big deal out of it like in the hospital.

Thinking back now, Lincoln had been the one who was always there for her. Always caring, wanting to know what bothered her. She saw Lincoln more then she saw Frank.

Olivia was pulled from her trance of memories by the sound of Lincoln's voice.

"What?" she asked hoping he say whatever he said the first time again.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he half yelled over the music. As always, Lincoln saw through whatever mask she put on, hiding behind. He knew something bothered her and he was determined to fix it.

Paying their small tab, they left, arms linked, disappearing into the night.

A/N: Would you prefer for me to make this fic 'M' rated or keep it 'T'?

So I'm kinda a fan of Lincoln Lee, I love his story, and from the looks of it, there are a few Lincoln fans out there too. So hope you enjoy, these will be short stories, building to their Christmas day, but I'll write them two at a time.

:)