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This is my first fan-fiction here and I hope everyone who reads it will enjoy it. I will say that I have added an OC in the story and most of the time I don't do that. I not a fan of OC's in fan-fictions but I don't mind reading about them as long as they aren't going to be a main installment into the story. My OC is just there to help move along the story and after the last half of chapter one and some in chapter two she'll likely not be seen again. Anyway, I hope that, whoever you are, will read the story and love it – I hope.

Oh, I realize that I am not very good at punctuation and grammar sometimes. I try but I'm only so good. So, that being said, constructive criticism and critiques are more than welcome. I ask that you be nice to me though – I try.

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January 14TH – 3:50 PM

The clack of her shoes meeting the linoleum floor of the old school was muted to to Olivia as she briskly walked to Walter Bishop's lab. Her focus was on the file she held before her. She turned a page in the folder and studied the text and images it had to offer noting the crime scenes and their frozen state. Walter would love this. They had dealt with fire before but not ice. What more was the prospect of finding someone with the cryokinesis ability and Olivia was sure that Walter would love that even more. She smiled and stopped before the door of the lab and opened it. She stepped into the large area just in time to see Gene, untied and free, amble across the room. Her bell clanked with each step she took. Confused, Olivia looked around for Astrid and Walter. "Hello?" she called and stepped deeper into the lab, placing her folder on the first counter she walked by. She headed toward Gene who had stopped and was silently chewing her cud. Olivia placed a hand on her side once she reached her. It was oddly quiet and she wasn't sure that she liked that. The lab this quiet usually meant something was wrong. Olivia reached out to Gene's halter and took hold of it and guided the cow back to her pen. The bovine sauntered over to her feed bucket and stuck her nose in it content to eat what had been given to her earlier that morning. Olivia stepped out of the small pin and walked back to the center of the room.

"What do you mean, he never came back?" came a muffled voice from beyond the entrance door. Olivia identified it as Astrid and took a step toward the door that the lab assistant stood behind.

"Exactly what I said… he never came back. How much more clear can I be?" said Walter as he stepped through the threshold behind Astrid who had opened the door before Olivia had the chance to do so. The younger woman looked irked and worried.

"How can you not know where he went?" she said.

"He may be my son, but he's old enough to take care of himself!" Walter snapped back, glancing at Olivia.

"Peter is missing?" said Olivia but it came out as more of a statement than a question. The last time something like this had happened it had almost ended on a deadly note.

"I was about to say the same thing," came a voice from the open doorway. A young, curly-haired, blond stood in the entryway. Her frame clad in Levi jeans, Wrangler pearl-button button-up shirt, a Bit and Bridle tank, a Carhartt coat, Road Wolf cowboy boots, and her FBI badge that sat neatly on her Tony Lama leather belt. She didn't look happy. Olivia recognized her in almost an instant as agent Stephanie McCoun. Someone she had just recently been acquainted with. Olivia didn't know her that well only knowing what her file had mentioned and in several brief words that had been exchanged in the office. She seemed rough and curt on the outside, any good officer would be, but from what she heard around the office she was a great person and an even better FBI agent. She was married to a Navy officer, had a daughter, and a deep love for anything horses, a degree from MIT, and a passion for weapons. Why she had joined the FBI and had clearance to know about the Fringe division was beyond any reason Olivia could fathom.

McCoun stepped forward and lifted the folder she had in hand toward Dunham. Olivia stepped forward, took it, and opened it. "It would seem that Peter Bishop has made a name for himself." She said and watched as Dunham looked through the folder. She didn't understand the powerful truth behind her statement. Olivia was surprised to see countless pictures of Peter in various places and she could feel her heart sink to her gut. This was not good at all. "These pictures were taken by this dead man," she said and reached over to grab the folder Olivia had sat down only minutes before. McCoun had noted the file name and she flipped to the second page and showed Dunham the man she was talking about. "Last night we tracked him down only hours before he was killed. Anyone want to guess where he was found before his icy murder?" she said and looked over the small group. "In front of the Bishop's home. He had come onto our radar about a month ago when some odd, but petty, theft had been conducted. Some fertilizers where stolen from a local gardening store along with an entire shipment of mercury thermometers." She said and shifted her weight in an almost uncomfortable manner. "Last night he left his position outside of the house before Peter left the building. The FBI followed him for sometime but when he pulled into a truckers stop and bedded down for the night they left. That's where the mistake was made. Another hour later he was moving again but before we could move in to get him he had already taken Peter, made a drop, and was found dead along with his car."

"A drop?" Walter asked and stepped forward with worry.

"Yes, we assume that Peter was the drop. He wasn't found in the car but his coat was along with his cell phone." The last bit of information seemed to make things worse. Without a cell phone there didn't seem like there would have been any way to track him. "Oh, and before I forget," McCoun said and took the folder from Olivia and flipped to the last page. There was a picture with the words "be a better man than your father I wa-" written hastily on the pavement in the grime and mud of the ally street, frozen over and well preserved. However, it looked unfinished with an unfinished word and a drag mark from what seemed to be a finger. Olivia swallowed hard and looked up to agent McCoun.

"Is that all?" she whispered knowing that if she spoke any louder her voice would give away how unraveled she was becoming.

"Yes, that's all that Broyles told me. You might want to call him." She said before she turned away from them and headed for the door. "I'd stay and help but I was strictly informed to not intervene. Good luck Dunham." She said before she finally disappeared from the doorway and made her way down the hall back to her truck with a prayer on her lips for Peter, Olivia, Walter, and Astrid. They would need all the help they could get.