So I was sitting here, itching to write something, when out of no where this idea comes to me. I had to write it. I think it would be pretty fun to see this on the show. So, here it is. I hope you enjoy it.

They were running. Wind was pulling at his clothes and willing him to stop, but he kept running. She needed him to. He would do anything to make her smile. God knows she doesn't enough. The air is becoming thinner and his lungs are screaming. But he can see the man they're chasing ahead of him. Wasn't ten minutes ago they had been breaking into what was supposed to be an abandoned house. Surprise when they found it wasn't.

Olivia thinks the man they're chasing will help her with her case. Something about people exploding from the inside. It always had something to do with gruesome deaths by paranormal means. She's in running beside him now. His eyes are locked onto the light-haired man in front of them, maybe nine yards away give or take, although the space between them is closing. But he takes a peek at her. She looks so determined, the way she runs. No doubt she runs like an agent. Her ponytail whipping behind her, threatening to loosen. And the way the right shoulder of her jacket is being tugged off, her blouse shoulder being tugged back as well, may be one of the sexiest things he has seen with her.

Distracted, he's starting to fall behind her. He shakes the thought from his mind. She notices and glances at him. But her attention soon snaps back to the man. He focuses on nothing but the sound of his shoes hitting the cement, along with the beautiful girls beside him. And the burn in his lungs to push his legs faster.

The man leads him around yet another turn, this time leading into a dark alley. Peter's already pushed a few strides ahead of Olivia, and charges into the alley first. Five yards...he can count the inches their gaining. Already a form was accumulating in his mind. If he could just get a little closer...he can disarm the man...throw a few punches for making him run this much...and let Olivia cuff him. Peter can already see it happening in his mind. If only he could get his legs to run a little faster...

But then he feels Olivia catching up behind him. He glances over to see her coming up to his side. He's still glancing at her when she yells. "Peter! Watch out!" Her eyes are wide and her face shocked as she pulls her gun out from its holster. Snapping his head in the direction of the man, he sees him aiming his gun right at Olivia's heart. But she's too determined to jump out the way, she's trying to aim at him. By the time she pulls the trigger it'll be too late.

He can feel the fear pushing him into Olivia just as a gunshot sounds off. His arms wrap around her waist and when her back hits the brick wall, she lets her breath out just by his ear. His head ducks into her neck as a second shot rings out and he holds her head protectively to him. Even when the footsteps of the man have died out he stays there, panting hard and trying to get his breath. After a moment he realizes they're still in what could be perceived as an embrace. His hand falls to her shoulder as he takes a step back. But only a small step.

"Are you okay?" He gasps, still trying to retrieve his breath.

"Yeah, but he got away." She mutters, her eyes scanning the way he had been running.

Peter chuckles dryly. "Olivia, you could have been shot!" He reminds her, looking at her incredulously.

"That doesn't matter." She answers bitterly, still not looking at him.

"Liv." He says, but she doesn't look at him. "Liv." He repeats, this time moving his hand from her shoulder to her cheek. She looks at him now, and he uses his fingers on his other hand to gently brush her other cheek before letting it fall. "You're safety-" He pauses for a moment. "It does matter. Don't ever think it couldn't."

Her mouth opens like she wants to say something but nothing comes out. His hand is still on her cheek and he can feel her face growing hot. Chucking, he caresses her warm cheek, moving and pushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. She drops her eyes for a moment and when they meet his they're blocked of emotion. "I should call Broyles and let him know what we found."

"Right. You do that." Peter answers after a moment and drops his hand, stepping back, away from her and nodding. "I'll just be over here trying to get my lungs to stop burning." She turns away from him and puts her gun back in her holster, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket. He listens gingerly as she calls Broyles, pacing in front of him as she explains the contents in the house. Her voice becomes laced with disappointment as she explains they lost the man they had been chasing and Peter feels disappointed in himself for not running faster. If only he had caught the guy she would have been happy.

She slaps her cell phone shut and shoves it back in her pocket. "Broyles is sending a group down to check out the house. He wants me to confirm a visual on the man."

"Our friend trigger-happy. Right." Peter says, trying to joke his way into her smile. It doesn't work, and instead she rubs her forward frustratingly before turning to walk away. "Hey, Livia!" He calls, grabbing her wrist and pulling her around. He underestimated their distance and she turned around, stopping just inches from his face. Already he can feel her tension radiating off of her as he stares into her eyes for a moment. His eyes slowly glance down at her lips for a moment before moving back to her eyes. Slowly, and unwillingly, he pulls back a little and tries to smile reassuringly. "We'll catch him, Liv. Don't worry."

"Peter-" She starts and he cuts her off.

"No, listen. I promise, at the end of the day, we'll get the bad guys. Even if I have to go tackle 'em myself." At this she smiles. The word 'finally' almost slips from his mouth but he stops it.

"I didn't know you were so...justified." She smirks.

"I'm not. But I'll do this for you." He says with one of his award winning smiles. "I'll always be there for you to catch them, Liv. I know it's what you want." He knows that if she was a normal girl this would be the part where he melts her heart and kisses her passionately. But she's not and he knows this. He doesn't want her to be.

She gives him a small nod and smiles, most likely to herself. "Thank you." She says, glancing at him. He lets her step back, his fingers gently brushing her hand as he lets go of her wrist. And as she turns around to walk back, he has to keep himself from standing there, watching her go. Yes, she is not like the other girls. But she's Olivia. And he just made her a big promise, and it's one (maybe even the only one) he intends to keep.

So if you liked it, REVIEW! If you didn't, I still want to know what I can improve on. Well, what more can I say?