Title: In Perfect Harmony
Rated: T
Summary: Alter-Olivia investigates the disappearance of Peter Bishop.
A/N: So I had this idea that I wondered what would have happened, had Olivia accepted the offer to work for Massive Dynamic. Of course that got me thinking about P/O and I figured Alter-Olivia would be better fitted for the job. This is still a P/O fic, just a bit different than what I'm used to writing. Feedback is always appreciated.
Chapter 1:
"Agent Olivia Dunham, currently with the FBI Joint Terrorism Task Force. Received a degree with honors from Northwestern and served as an investigative officer with the Marine Corp." He read over her file, analyzing every detail as the picture stared back on top. It was all familiar to him. Her eyes were dark, sullen. "It says she killed her step-father when she was nine. In self-defense," he scoffed at the idea. The pictures in the report showed her mother battered and beaten. Olivia was untouched, physically at least. He could only imagine the emotional scars she harbored. "She uses liquor as an escape from cases but has never sought treatment. Genetically she's a match," William Bell shook his head, "but she's not the one I tested on. She's not the Olivia."
"Does it matter, Sir?" The younger associate sat across from his supervisor, doing all that he'd been asked to do.
"You're too young to understand what you've brought me," Bell shook his head. "She can't fix things. She's not capable."
"She could be, Sir." The associate was eager, hopeful, trying to make a name for himself and climb the corporate ladder at Massive Dynamic. "We could put her on the Bishop case."
"A 24 year old investigation," Bell stared at the young boy, "it's all been dead ends. The FBI turned over the file to us decades ago when they gave up looking." William Bell knew all about what happened to the Bishop's boy, it had been kept a secret through Massive Dynamic. Only a select few knew the truth and one of those was on the other side now, Nina Sharp. This boy, the one giving him the file, not more than twenty-two years old, had no idea what happened. It was before he was born.
"I think she has the ability to find out what happened, Sir." The young man smiled enthusiastically, "what harm can come of it? From what I hear she's after you anyhow, seeking you out as a terrorist," he laughed at the absurdity. "At least if you have her on your side, it's better."
Bell nodded slowly, it wasn't as though the thought hadn't crossed his mind. In fact he kept tabs on many individuals he knew were important in one world, may very well be in the other. Though he knew it was his Cortexiphan trials with Olivia in his world that made her special. "So you're suggesting we toss her a two-decade old case just to have her chasing her tail in circles?"
The boy nodded, "again it would keep her off you."
Bell sighed, thinking it over. It was doubtful she'd come to any conclusion on her own regarding the Bishop's boy. If she did, he would be ready for the next step, the next line of defense in saving the world. Eventually the time would come when he'd need to seek her out, to take the next step. He'd been waiting for the right time, when Peter and Olivia trusted each other implicitly before he could take that next step. It was coming, soon. "Set it up," Bell answered. "I want a car at her house with the expressed notion that she will be seeing me if she gets in."
The boy scribbled down notes, "yes, Sir." He stood up, heading out of William Bells office and down the hallway making the arrangements. He was young, bright, and incredibly astute. It was no wonder he was the younger Bishop, the one Peter had never met.