A/N: Welcome to my second Fringe fic, and second crossover! For anyone who hasn't seen Batman Begins (I would recommend it, it's a pretty good movie), don't worry because it'll be pretty easy to follow along. I blend the two universes of Batman Begins and Fringe, so I'm taking characters and plots from each. Enjoy, and please review!

"How'd it go? I heard Jones isn't known for being exactly forthcoming."

"It's hard to interrogate him. He has a way of making you feel like you're being interrogated instead."

"Did you get what you needed?"

"In a way. GPD is making me come back, at any rate. My contacts can only get me so far, and even though we connected Jones to some of the attacks a couple years ago, he's not in Gotham right now."

"Gordon's only interested in protecting Gotham. When are you leaving Hamburg?"

"I managed to get a last minute flight out - 627. I should be back tonight."

"Good. Take a cab to my apartment; I'll have a surprise waiting for you."

"I can't wait. I've got to go now; we're starting to board the plane. I'll see you later."

"I'll see you tonight."

"I miss you, Olivia."

"…I miss you too. Bye, John."

Dressing up wasn't usually part of her job as a Gotham Police Department detective, so when Olivia Dunham had the opportunity, she took it, even if it was just to welcome back her partner and secret lover, John Scott (the department wasn't a massive fan of office romance). A half hour before John's plane was supposed to land at the Archie Goodwin International Airport, Olivia was spruced up in a slim black dress and searching in closets for a candle to go with the bottle of wine and two wine glasses standing on her table. Normally she and John would share some harder liquor, but this was a special occasion.

After finding a spare candle in a box in her coat closet, Olivia lit it and set it next to the wine. Settling down into one of the two chairs at the table, she took a moment to catch her breath and relax. It had been a long week, made even more lonely by John's absence. He'd gone to Hamburg to interrogate a criminal who had still-unproven connections to a series of attacks that had happened in Gotham a few years ago. Usually a Gotham detective wouldn't have the resources to go abroad for that kind of case, but John had a slew of contacts that he'd made over the years. It was almost a skill, the way he met the right people and got the right opportunities. He was charming, clever, efficient, and determined – all qualities that were helping him rise in the ranks of the GPD. He was a detective, but only at the moment.

Olivia was practically his opposite. Her previous position as an investigator for the FBI was not doing her any favors in the Gotham Police Department. Most of the cops there thought she was some kind of spy from the FBI, come to keep an eye on one of the nation's most corrupt city law enforcement departments, or maybe report on its failings. They treated her half-warily, half-contemptuously, as if expecting her to look down on them for their lower budget and quality of officers. Lieutenant James Gordon certainly thought so. It made her job all the more difficult.

Sighing, Olivia fingered one of the wineglasses, idly wishing she could just open the bottle and start at it right away. But no – she was going to wait for John, who was now supposed to land at any minute. A ten minute ride, and he'd be at the door. They'd share the bottle of wine, talk, make up for the time that they lost while he was away-

Her phone rang.

Getting to her feet, Olivia crossed the kitchen with a few steps and picked up her phone, which was lying next to her badge and gun on the counter.

"Dunham."

"Detective." It was Gordon, sounding as unhappy to talk to her as he always did. "I hope you didn't have any plans for tonight."

Olivia glanced over her shoulder at the candle, wine bottle, and glasses on the kitchen table.

"Not anymore," she replied.

"Good. There's been an incident at Archie Goodwin, an international flight. Meet me on the tarmac in ten minutes."

Something in Olivia's chest tightened at the words 'international flight'. But there were many international flights that were always coming in at the airport. It didn't necessarily mean anything. Then again, she didn't solve some of her cases by ignoring her hunches.

Somehow, her voice remained calm.

"Yes sir. I'm on my way."