Hola! Inspiration has struck!

So, it starts out kinda contemplative and sad-like, but I'm making this story kinda fluffy. Don't worry, It's going to be multiple chapters, yay!

(By the way, I wrote this and half the next chapter after taking some major pain killers for this toothache I've been having. So, sorry if a lot of it was dialoge haha. And kinda weird. I hope it wasn't.)

Enjoy!

Oh my gosh, I can't be-lieve we have to wait all the way till like April, is it?

Delicate fingers gently brushed the picture in an adoring way. Letting out a breath, she fell back to a sit on the floor, letting her back lean against the bed, never taking her eyes off the picture. She was just doing a little cleaning, sorting out all the pointless things in her bed side table drawer. She had completely forgotten that this picture was in there. A small, sad smile formed on her lips and she blinked away the tears. Handsome, frozen eyes stared back at her.

"John," she whispered quietly. As if she said his name louder, he'd appear like before. Before her mind pushed him away and destroyed him. Maybe she really did like the visions of him, the ghost kisses, and the terrified feeling of his eyes on hers. Had it really been almost two months since she went into the tank for the last time? Since he put that ring on her finger and she said goodbye? Was the reason why it seemed so long ago because she hardly thought about him since? When had she forgotten to miss him?

Sudden guilt washed over her. He should be constantly on her mind, right? Shouldn't she be faithful to him? Well, it wasn't like he didn't occupy a lot of her heart. Maybe she had grown another heart. It felt that way. One heart belonged to John, always, and the other... couldn't that just belong to her? Why did it have to belong to anyone? It wasn't like that was what hearts were for. Figuratively speaking, of course.

"I miss, missing you," she confessed to the picture of John. He was leaning against her SUV, that small smile on his face that she had grown used to referring to as, "The John Smile". His arms were crossed over his chest, and his had was tilted to the left. He really didn't understand why it was so important for her to get a picture of him. I guess it was for this exact reason. So I could stare at the picture after he's long gone, she thought to herself.

There was a shrill, loud noise that made Olivia jump and drop the picture to her lap. Snapping her head up, she saw her phone's glow as it rang. Sighing, letting her heart beat ease back to a normal pace, she reached over and pulled the phone off the bedside table. Not even bothering to check the caller ID, she answered, pressing it to her ear.

"Hello?" she answered. Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat to try again. "Um, Dunham."

"Liv? Are you okay?"

The warm voice of Peter sent a shiver down her spine. Pulling her knees to her chest, she picked up the picture of John and moved it to the floor like it was nothing. "Yes, I'm fine," she assured him. Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she regretted the moist feeling of tears building up. "I'm fine," she said again, this time trying to convince herself.

"Alright...are you sure?" he asked, and she chuckled.

"I'm sure, Peter." In no way did she not notice the way saying his name made her smile. Not too long ago that had happened with John. But, this was different, right? She was convinced it was. It just had to be. "Why aren't you calling my cell phone?"

"I did, no one answered," he replied. Reaching up, Olivia picked her cell phone from the bed, from behind her head. Six missed calls. She held back a small snort of amusement. With anyone else she might feel suffocated, or creeped out. With Peter she only felt the thrill of being worried about. It was just because they were friends.

"What's with all these excuses?" she whispered to herself. She sounded like a broken record.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Why did you call?" she asked him, furrowing her brow and glancing down at the picture of John.

"It's Walter's fault, actually. He's convinced you're still mad at him for yelling at you earlier today." There was dry humor in his voice, and she smiled weakly. It wasn't often that she drove Walter to snap at her. Most of the time he acted fond of her, or on occasion fatherly. But today everyone had been on edge. They were almost finished with a case. Cuffed the bad guys, stopped a major attack. All she needed was the antidote to give to the first victim, a sixteen year old girl who was dying in the hospital.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, once again. "I shouldn't have persisted him so much. Should of had faith in him."

"No, it wasn't your fault, 'Livia. He was just a little stressed. We all get stressed. He just happen to snap while you were there," he tried to assure her. "Anyways, since everything worked out today, and he's very sorry, he wants to make it up to you."

"What?" Olivia asked, uneasy.

"Well, you can put on your coat, and we can pick you up if you wanna find out," he replied lightly. Something in his voice made it sound like this was mostly his idea, rather than Walters. Sighing, she ran her hand over her forehead and looked around her bedroom. There was still papers and miscellaneous objects laying around from her "cleaning the bedside drawer" attempt. Then her eyes landed back on the picture of John, staring up at her.

"Peter..." Olivia sighed.

"Come on, Liv. I promise, it's harmless. Plus, it'll finally shut him up about those onion rings he's just been dying to have."

"Okay," she agreed, trying to hide the smile from her voice.

"Great, pick you up in a half an hour?"

"Sure."

..

"Should I be afraid to ask why there's a bale of hay in the back seat?"

Peter smiled as he got out of the station wagon, tossing a glance at Walter who was sitting in the passenger seat. "Cow's gotta eat," he answered simply, shrugging. Olivia nervously walked over to the car, placing her house key in her jean pocket. He stepped back, holding the drivers door open for her. "Hope you don't mind being squeezed between Walter and I."

"Do I have a choice?" Olivia asked as she stepped up to him. He gave her his charming smile, and she blinked. There was a moment of silence as they just stood there, staring at each other. It occurred to her that she had hardly talked to him at all today. There had been a lot of running around, almost literally, and chaos. Luckily, with this case, she didn't need to ask him for any "weird connections".

"Hello Olivia!" she heard Walter call from the inside of the car and she instantly pulled out of the trance. Taking a breath, she turned back to the car and got in it, scooting towards the middle. Peter promptly followed, coming in a little too enthusiastically. Bumping his elbow on her shoulder and sitting on her scarf, causing her to jerk forward, hitting her forehead on his own shoulder.

"Sorry," Peter mumbled, shifting to allow her to pull her scarf onto her lap. He moved to put on his seatbelt, and she leaned back against Walter to give him space. "Told you it was going to be a squeeze."

"It's fine," she assured him, sitting back as he started to drive. "Hey, where's my seatbelt?" she questioned, not seeing it, but not willing to go searching for it blindly.

"Oh there isn't one," Peter said. "Don't worry, I drive safe."

"It's true, he does," Walter quickly agreed, and Olivia glanced at him nodding slowly. "You look very nice, tonight, Olivia. Peter, doesn't Olivia look nice?" Walter asked, looking around Olivia to peer at Peter. It amazed Olivia how reversed their roles were. Walter was always looking up to Peter, looking for approval and attention. While Peter was the one taking care of Walter, lecturing him or rewarding him for good behavior.

"Yes, Walter... Olivia looks very nice tonight," Peter said dully, rolling his eyes playfully at Olivia, who smiled and looked out the window.

"Thank you, Walter," she said and he beamed, nodding enthusiastically. As Peter took a right turn, Olivia unwillingly leaned into his shoulder, placing a hand on his arm to keep her from sliding closer to him. Even though she really couldn't get any closer. One more inch and she'd be creeping onto his lap. He looked down at her and smiled, and she wondered if he purposely left the bale of hay in the back seat instead of taking it to the lab before getting her. "So, where are we going?"

"Peter promised me onion rings," Walter informed her. "So unless he was lying, which I haven't cancelled as a possibility, someplace that serves onion rings. And maybe a cheeseburger? Peter, could I get a cheeseburger as well?"

"Yes, Walter. Generally that's the idea," Peter assured him, yet again giving her a playful roll of his eyes and a smile that she was forced to return. Sighing, she focused on ignoring the part of her mind that was screaming at how close her and Peter were. But every turn they took, and every time Walter moved, she found herself leaning into him. But she didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. That's why she was trying to forget it. Because she knew she should.

"We're here!" Walter cheered as Peter pulled into an old-fashioned looking diner parking lot.

Peter parked the car, and Walter was out before Peter could even cut the engine. "He's really hungry," Peter defended him when Olivia chuckled. He got out of the car, and why was it the way he held the car door open for her gave her butterflies? "Come on, sweetheart, let's get inside before Walter scares the waitresses away," he joked.

"Sweetheart?" Olivia asked, sliding over and getting out of the car.

"Sorry," he apologized, closing the car door and locking it. "Force of habit. Cause you've just got such a sweet heart." He smiled teasingly as he turned, walking towards the diner. Olivia shook her head to herself and followed him, but not too closely. She stopped short when he held the door open for her. "What?"

"You're such a gentleman," she said, and it came out accusing. He shrugged, winking at her. Swallowing, she forced herself to look away and walk through the doors, him following her in.

"Over here! I saved us a booth!"

Obviously, Peter's feeling sorta flirty tonight. Which I love. Next chapter should be up soon sometime this week, if not as soon as tomorrow. Yaaaay!