Quietly, their beautiful daughter lay in her bed, eyes closed and soundlessly asleep. Green eyes watched the girl from the doorway, her lengthy fingers caressing the wooden surface as she watched the small blonde child sleep. It had been hours since Peter left, off to the lab to try and track down Walter and who knew where else he had gone. The man she had chosen to spend her life with, have a child with, was nothing if not determined. Brushing her hair back, she carefully slid from the entryway to her child's bedroom and closed the door behind her. Etta wouldn't wake tonight, she had nothing to frighten her in her dreams. Making her way down the stairwell, she stopped as headlights split through the curtains of the front doorway.
As her fingers latched on to the smooth handle, she hoped silently that he found Walter. Life without the man would be difficult, coping with the loss. It would all be difficult. Olivia had returned to work only weeks prior, she was still getting used to the feel after nearly three years away from the FBI. Going back had been a decision all of its own, and it had taken much time to come to terms with. Peter ensured her that he would take care of Etta while she was gone, and jokes had been passed about how Olivia was to be the breadwinner of the household.
The moment the door opened and she saw his sullen blue eyes standing before her, she felt her heart sink. "Nothing?" she asked, brow knitting as she examined his face. Shaking his head, she moved aside to allow for her loved one to step into their home and put his things aside. "Was Astrid there? Did you get to talk to her?" Olivia questioned, earning yet another head shake.
"He wasn't there. Not there, not out getting milkshakes, he was just... Gone." Distress littered his facial features and Olivia reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek in the most comforting method should could think for that moment. Tenderly, she allowed her hand to drift to his shoulder and she pulled lightly forward, bringing him in for an embrace.
Pressing her lips against his shoulder, she exhaled and hoped to allow him solace with her for just a moment. "We'll try again tomorrow, I'll see if Broyles can help," she assured, looking up at him finally. The sea blue eyes were far away from her, hoping and worrying for a father who he had only recently had returned to him. "We'll find him, Peter," she added, conviction resting within her tone. "He can't have gone far."
Though truthfully, neither party knew how far Walter had gone. Years into the future, a blip in time. He was gone far away from them, and nothing they did would bring the man back.
A/N: Hopefully you enjoyed my little prologue. Chapter One coming soon! Reviews are appreciated! xox.