I am so sorry you haven't seen anything from me for awhile. After a 10-day vacation in November I came home and plugged in my computer and it was dead!

Now weeks later it's back, fixed. Here's a fluffy little Bolivia holiday one-shot. May you and yours also find peace this Christmas.

I don't own it. Just play with it. Enjoy!(Oh and "Activated" will be updated soon.)

It was after 8PM on Christmas Eve. The make-shift Christmas party put together mostly by Astrid had barely gotten underway when Broyles stopped in and told the four of them that sadly there was a new local case on which to get started. The laughter and the music died down, as Astrid got settled with her computer and Peter, Olivia, and Walter followed Broyles to the crime scene.

Three and a half hours later after everything had been examined and the melted bodies were being black-bagged for travel to the lab, Broyles said good-bye taking Walter with him to drop off at the lab, and Peter and Olivia were left standing together out in the cold near Coplay Place.

"Well, the Christmas spirit was good while it lasted," Olivia said sadly, staring at her shoes.

Peter Bishop watched her a moment, reading her body language. He knew the gruesomeness of the case had affected her, and she had no one to go home to. He remembered her telling him that Rachel and Ella were away visiting friends in Philadelphia for the week.

Then he remembered something Olivia had shared with him months ago while relaying details about the time she shot her step-father. How and where she found solace after that.

Peter looked around them and recognized where they were. He remembered there were several churches within walking distance, including the really popular one he knew of from his MIT days.

He grabbed Olivia's arm gently. "Hey, who says the Christmas spirit has to end already?"

Peter waited until she looked up and locked eyes with him. He smiled at her.

"C'mon. I know a place you might find comforting right now." He started walking slowly pulling her with him and he was pleased that she didn't fight him.

They walked in comfortable silence for the next two blocks. Then they saw the illustrious entrance to the famous Park Street Church. Olivia looked up and gave a little gasp of surprise.

Peter watched recognition dawn on her. "Uh-huh. I remember what you said."

Olivia gave Peter a little smile and hand in hand they walked up the front steps and into the church.

The sanctuary was lavishly decorated with candles and poinsettias everywhere. And lots of people. It really was quite a breathtaking view.

Peter pulled Olivia into a pew in the middle and they just looked around them. Peter had never been to too many church services as a boy and didn't consider himself religious. He did, however, feel an inner peace at that moment being there with Olivia. He hoped she felt it too, in this place. He knew he would do anything to make her happy.

Just then the loud church bell rang twelve times and then stopped. The enormous organ on the wall began to play.

Olivia laughed a little, looking better than she had for the last several hours, the sadness leaving her face.

Peter bent down and said in her ear, "Merry Christmas, Livia."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Peter," she said back. Standing on her tiptoes she gave him a gentle kiss on the mouth.