I haven't written a story in awhile, but I got the itch and this 1st chapter came out. I'm by no means a "writer writer," but I enjoy creating stories the characters of Fringe.

Hopefully you'll enjoy this story. The story is T for now..however that might change...you never know.

The first section of this chapter introduces the case, but hang in there Olivia and Peter do make their appearance in this chapter.

As always I don't own Fringe...if I did it wouldn't be ending this season!

Worcester, Massachusetts

Optimum Nightclub

11:05pm

"Heather I can't believe I let you talk me into coming out with you. I've got a lot of studying to do!"

"Oh shut up Marcie! You've been studying for that statistics exam all week. One night out isn't gonna kill ya. Besides it's Thirsty Thursday! Oh and I heard James Byler is gonna be at the club tonight," Heather says while elbowing Marcie in the ribs and suggestively wiggling her eyebrows.

Marcie rolls her eyes and allows her friend to drag her across the street.

Heather and Marcie quickly show the man at the entrance their Ids and try to go in. The man stops them, takes their Ids and gives them a closer look.

After looking at the Ids for what seemed like forever for Heather and Marcie, he lets out a grunt, hands them back their Ids and lets them enter the club.

"Whoa! I thought he might've figured us out," Marcie says as she breathes a sigh of relief.

"Me too! I never seen that guy working here before. He must be new. Whatever, just like the others he can't tell the difference between a real Id and a fake one," Heather giggles.

The girls waste no time in heading over to the bar.

"I'll have a Miller Lite," Heather easily says to the bartender.

The bartender takes care of Heather and then turns his attention to Marcie.

"Whatta 'bout you, cutie?"

Marcie controls her urge to reply with a smartass comment and simply says, "Screwdriver."

Heather takes a healthy sip of her beer and as she turns around to check out the crowd…

"O.M.G. Marcie! Turn around slowly. James is on his way over with a friend who is pretty effin' hott!"

As Heather and Marcie anxiously wait for the guys to reach them, a somewhat inconspicuous man wearing a surgical mask breaks into the back door of the club and slips insides. No one really thinks to much about the guy with the mask on. They've seen stranger things.

He heads to the vents in the club where he releases a chemical into the air.

"We'll see how this works," he says quietly to himself as he moves back towards the back door while getting some strange looks from some club goers.

"What'cha lookin' at?" Damn Kids don't know what's about to happen to 'em. He thinks to himself with a sly smile on his face. Once out the door he quickly removes the mask and heads down a small alley to an awaiting van.

Heather and Marcie are talking with the guys by the bar when Heather leans over to Marcie and whispers, "See I told you a night out won't kill-"

"Heather are you ok?" Marcie ask as Heather starts to choke. Marcie doesn't know what to do except pat her hard on the back as she seen people do on T.V. somewhere.

Heather bends over and tries to grip the bar as she starts to vomit all over the floor. Marcie lets out a scream as she notices something long and bloody coming out of Heather's mouth and others standing around her.

Marcie looks around in horror. "What the hell-"

Marcie falls to the ground with her hands around her neck as she begins to vomit.

Within a minute everyone within the club is dead.

Boston, Massachusetts

A little after midnight

Olivia collapses on top of her lover exhausted.

"Whew, I'm tired," John says as he rubs his hands up and down Olivia's back.

Olivia lifts her head and looks at him incredulously.

"You're tired? I was on top the whole time. I did all the work!"

"Well, ya know my backs not what it used to be since I fell-"

"Oh don't give me that B.S. story about tripping over my shoes and falling hard on your back. I saw what happened the other day. You tripped over your own damn feet and didn't even hit the floor. I saw the whole thing from the kitchen," Olivia informs him with a knowing smile.

Having been caught in a lie, John flips them over so that he is on top and says sweetly, "You know, you're about the cutest thing in the world."

Olivia rolls her eyes as John leans down and kisses her. Just as Olivia is giving into the kiss, her cell phone's generic ring tone starts to sound.

Olivia releases an exasperated sigh as John rolls off her. She quickly reaches for her phone on the nightstand.

"Dunham," she answers.

"Agent Dunham I need you and the Bishops at the Optimum Nightclub in Worcester. Now."

He has to know that that's about an hour drive and there's no way she can get there "Now." She keeps quiet about that fact and instead ask "What's the address?"

As Broyles relays the address to Olivia, John is finding amusement at Olivia hopping around trying to get dressed and talk on the phone at the same time.

"You still find this funny? You should be used to it by now," Olivia says annoyed.

John chuckles at her. "It will never get old Olivia. Despite the fact that it happens about every other week."

"Oh stop complaining," she chastises him while grabbing her gun, badge, and keys. She does a double check of everything then heads out of the room.

"Well if you would just have a job with normal hours like mine. I wouldn't be complaining," He yells after her.

He sighs and closes his eyes when Olivia pops her head back in the room.

"There's no way I would want to be a boring ass lawyer like you! Bye John!"

Olivia hits speed dial on her phone as she heads to her SUV.

"Oh damn! Not again Dunham. I was just getting used to getting some sleep in on back to back days! Can't you do this without me?" He baits her, wanting to hear her say that she can't."

"Good morning to you too Peter and to answer your question…unfortunately, no. Now get your ass up along with Walter's and I'll be out front in about 15min. Oh and please stop with the whining," she says and laughs as she quickly hangs up before he can respond.

I don't quite know why, but I'm feeling really excited to see Peter. It's been a few days. She thinks to herself.

Walter and Peter's House

Olivia pulls up in front of the Bishop's and is relieved to see them coming out of the house. Walter practically runs to the car.

"Good Morning Agent Dunham! It feels like it's been so long since I've seen you," Walter says with a slight frown on his face as he gets in the car.

Olivia notices Walter eating something out of an unmarked container with a spoon.

"Um Walter, what's that you're eating?" Concern lacing her voice.

"Oh it's a most delicious chocolate pudding I made with some special ingredients of mine." Taking in Olivia's concerned face he quickly adds, "Don't worry there should be no side effects. At least not immediately…"

Olivia groans inwardly.

Peter hops into the car having witnessed Olivia's reaction to Walter and lets out a laugh. When I Olivia glares up at him, he leans over and whispers in her ear, "Relax sweetheart," Olivia feels her heart start to pound faster when she hears him call her sweetheart. It used to drive her nuts, but she's beginning to like it more and more.

Peter continues, "I replaced Walter's concoction with regular Jell-O pudding."

Olivia lets out a relieved laugh, puts the car in gear, and pulls away from the house.

20min into the Drive

Walter has been talking nonstop.

I'm going to lose it in about 5 seconds. Olivia thinks to herself.

"…that worm gave it's life up for science. I'll always miss the little guy. I like to think he went peacefully…" Walter rambles on.

Peter, noticing Olivia's hands tightening around the wheel, cuts into Walters musing.

"Walter, how about we have 5min of silence in honor of Sammy the earthworm?"

"Oh yes! Brilliant idea son!"

Five minutes later all Peter and Olivia hear is Walter snoring in the back seat.

They drive in companionable silence until Peter, in a mock angry voice says, "Don't think I put aside the fact that you hung up on me!"

"Oops, did I do that? Complete accident," Olivia responds while batting her eyelashes at him. "Now be quiet. Walter's sleeping."

"Not gonna work Dunham."

"Well, maybe if you didn't whine like a little boy I wouldn't have done it," Olivia says with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Ouch, that really hurts," he says while looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

Olivia glances over and giggles. "Oh suck it up Bishop!"

I can't believe how much I've missed this bantering back and forth with Peter these last couple of days. If feels good to be with him.

Peter turns to the side to face her, gently places his hand on her thigh, and says "You know I'm gonna have to get back at you for that sweetheart…" Peter smiles inwardly at Olivia's "gasp" and squirmy reaction to his touching her thigh.

Well, she hasn't slapped my hand away. He tells himself.

Olivia finds that she's not uncomfortable with Peter touching her.

He's touched me before…on my arm, back, he's hugged me, but yet this is different.

Olivia realizes that she 's enjoying the feel of his hand there.

While at a stop light, she looks over at him taking in the hint of mischievousness in his eyes and that classic Peter Bishop grin, and returns that smile. She looks him straight in the eyes and says "Bring it on Bishop."

Peter lets out a laugh and removes his hand from her lap.

Olivia immediately misses the contact. She felt something when he touched her that she hasn't felt in a while. She can't put a name to it, but it gave her butterflies…in a good way. Confused by what she's feeling she quickly tries to explain it away.

Of course I feel good when Peter touches me…he's a friend. In fact he's become a very close friend, but just a friend. I mean I'm in a relationship and I…I like John, A lot though he's never made me feel that way before. Eh, it's probably a random, one time, kind of thing. I'm just tired is all.

They're about 20min away from the nightclub and silence has returned to the car.

Peter looks over and notices Olivia chewing on her bottom lip. He knows that she does that when she's thinking hard or conflicted about something. Peter's immediately curious.

I wonder what she's thinking about. Oh how I'd love to know what Olivia's thinking about at all times. It'd be nice if she were thinking about me. I really think she felt something when I touched her. Well, at least I know I felt something. And she let me touch her in this more intimate way.

Peter continues to be lost in thought as he looks out the window.

We've gotten so close these last few months. If she wasn't involved with John I know our relationship would be on a different level. At least with our unique often times bizarre job, I get to spend more time with her than John most weeks, but that's really not enough.

I'm no longer satisfied with just being friends. I want something more with Olivia and I'm going to try my damndest to show her what we could have together.

Look out John because you got some serious competition coming your way.

Peter smirks at that thought.

There's about 10min left till they reach the nightclub and unbeknownst to each other, Peter and Olivia are thinking about one another.

Meanwhile Walter peacefully snores away.

I'm not sure how long this story is going to be. There could be just be one more chapter or maybe a few chapters...I'm just going to go with the flow.

I hope you enjoyed the story so far :) Regardless thanks for reading!