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Olivia sat on her couch nursing the whiskey. She couldn't remember the last time she had this much to drink. Peter had run off 3 weeks ago and no matter how much time she spent looking through passenger lists, looking at hospital surveillance, and just not sleeping she couldn't find him. She had never felt so utterly useless. She had failed. She had failed before, but never had she failed at something so important. Peter had kept the entire team together. Now that Peter was gone the FBI had been forced to put Walter back into the mental institution. The look on Walter's face when he found out was enough to make Olivia sick. He already looked so defeated when he learned Peter had run off. Olivia knew it was Walter's fault, but Peter didn't know the whole story. She didn't regret not telling him. Okay, there were still times she questioned herself, but she knew it had been Walter's story to tell. She regretted not reminding and not pushing Walter more to tell Peter the truth. She knew how Walter could be. She never should have dropped it. No matter how bad her fear of being abandoned had been she should have done what was right and not what was easy.
Broyles had informed her only an hour later that she was being tasked into Criminal Investigative Division. She had the training and there was a spot open in Boston for her. Poor Astrid was being sent to the New York office. Broyles didn't have any more information for either of them as to what Astrid's job would pertain and that worried all three of them. Olivia prayed that Astrid would get the recognition she deserved. Astrid would make an excellent agent. She just needed her chance to shine. Olivia felt like she had failed Astrid as well. Now that the team was split up she would never get the chance to tell Broyles about all the things Astrid could do. Astrid was her partner and she took her for granted just like she did with Peter. He held them all together and without him everything was changing.