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And onto the Chapter Two!

God Love your Soul

Peter did not sleep well that night, but he never intended too. From the moment he hit the covers in his motel room, his eyes remained open. The shadows on the walls changed, but his eyelids never moved, never shut for more than a mere second for blinking because if they did, something would capture his attention, and then he wouldn't be able to look away. He watched as the shadows changed and the light seeped in waking into the morning hours. Finally and begrudgingly, Peter rolled out of bed.

Olivia smiled at him from her spot in the café as he walked in. Cursing yet again how cold it was, his slid in the booth across from her and watched as the waitress poured him a cup of coffee. She was a pretty woman, with short black hair and she smiled at them as they sat there.

"What shall I get you?" she said with a smile. Peter looked ahead at Olivia, afraid that, if she saw him, she could recognize him, or worse, someone else could.

"Cheese omelet," he answered with a frown. Olivia ordered pancakes.

"Did you sleep well?" Olivia asked once the waitress was gone.

"As well as one could," he muttered, taking a long drawn out sip from his steaming mug. It tasted good to his parched throat, and the caffeine woke him slowly.

"What's on the agenda for the day?" Peter asked after he set down the coffee mug. Olivia was looking at her phone.

"Astrids sending over the reports as we speak. We're going to meet with the sheriff, um, Jason Macgroff as soon as we're done here."

"Macgroff?" Peter spluttered. Curse his luck.

"Do you know him?" Olivia asked, her emerald eyes narrowing at him. He blinked and shook his head.

"Yeah, we know each other."

"Do I want to know?" Olivia asked, just as the waitress returned with their food.

"I think maybe it's better if you don't."

"Peter," she said, throwing him a crooked unsteady smile.

"Liv," he said, reassuring her, "I know him because we worked together, all legal I swear."

Her head dipped to the side in only the way Olivia Dunham could, and his eyes sparkled at her. She smiled back, that shaking, I-don't-believe-you smile but returned to her food. And for good reason she shouldn't believe him, if he really told her what had happened between them, well she would probably have drawn her gun at him already and told him to leave. But he didn't want to do that, no, instead she'll just find out when the meet him.

Sheriff Macgroff's station was a little tiny place on the main street with a large cement crack running through the front of it. Peter would know, because he spent what felt like hours staring at the glass panel that was the window and the faded green paint that was written on it. The crack itself should have divided the window in half and at one time it looked like it had, but it was clearly fixed. Olivia had been on the phone for a good half hour now and she joined him, swinging her blonde hair over her shoulder and down her back, stuffing her phone in her pocket.

"All right," she said, looking at the window, "Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Peter muttered darkly. Olivia ignored the tone completely and pushed open the door. A red haired assistant greeted them.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Olivia Dunham, and this is Peter Bishop from the FBI," Olivia said, looking at the small red-haired teen behind the desk. Her bright green eyes scanned her and then Peter.

"How can I help you?" She asked in a bored tone.

"We're here to see Sheriff Macgroff," Olivia said with a smile, "Could you tell me where we could find him?"

"Agent Dunham?" came a voice from behind. Peter gritted his teeth as she turned around.

"Yes," she said, smiling. Peter remained facing the assistant.

"I'm Sheriff Macgroff," he said, reaching his hand out, "Pleasure to meet you."

Slowly and carefully Peter turned around and looked at the young sheriff with black hair and brown eyes. His square jaw was relaxed when he looked at Olivia, but as his eyes connected with Peter's his jaw tightened and eyes flare angrily.

"Peter," he said curtly, "Didn't think I'd be seeing you again."

"The feelings mutual Nick," he countered with the same identical icy tone. Olivia looked at the men for a brief moment.

"Sheriff Macgroff," Olivia said, trying to clear the tension between the men, "I'd like to ask you some questions, if that's all right with you."

"Oh yes, of course," he answered, "Right this way."

Olivia half-smiled and followed him down the hall, Peter on her tail. They entered the interrogation room and Peter took his seat, staring at the cool metallic table as he felt the Sheriff's eyes landing on him. This conversation was already heading south.

"How can I help?" the sheriff asked, sending her a charming smile.

"Sheriff, I was hoping you could tell me a little bit about the woods around here, have there ever been reports of mysterious disappearings?"

"Disappearings miss?" the sheriff scoffed, "Well your out in nature, we get our fair share, but nothing out of the ordinary if that's what your asking."

"I was hoping you could tell me about the hikers we found yesterday, Mr. Kyle Martin and Miss Sherri Longburn?"

"Kyle? Yeah I know him, trouble make he is," the sheriff said, "Caught him multiple times for violating and trespassing."

"Trespassing?"

"Yeah, he was always out at night in the woods on private property, said something about being on the verge of finding the devil or some biblical stuff like that."

"So he wasn't just a hiker?" Olivia asked, writing in her notepad.

"No, but he did like to go for walks."

"And what about Miss Longburn?" Peter piped finally able to find his voice. Nick's warm eyes faded to cold as he looked at him.

"Never heard of her," he answered with ice.

"Well, thank you Sheriff," Olivia said standing, "Thank you for your time."

"Anytime," he answered, standing, "You can call me Nick."

Olivia looked uneasily at Peter and then at the sheriff before smiling, "Nick."

"Agent Dunham. Peter."

"Nick," Peter answered. He held the door open as Olivia walked out and then Peter, but as he left, Nick grasped his arm.

"Don't think he won't find out your back," He whispered harshly

"I didn't," Peter answered with venom, "In fact, I hope he does."

Outside, Olivia was on the phone, talking to Astrid. Tucking his chin in his coat, he glanced down the street. By now, Nick had probably told him, and they'd be looking for him in a few hours.

"Astrid, it turns out that those hikers weren't just hikers," she said, "Sheriff Macgroff said that Kyle was arrested a few times for trespassing. But there was nothing on Sherri. Could you look into it for me? Yeah, that's great. Thanks, how's Walter? Oh really, really? Great. Yeah thanks, I'll tell him, yeah, all right bye."

She clicked the phone off and looked at Peter who was leaning against the wall. There was an amused smile on her lips, one that he knew so well. It was one that she placed on after Walter said something funny.

"All right, what?" he asked, pushing off the wall and following her down the street.

"Walter pulled some material out of one of the hikers," she said, still smiling.

"And?" Peter asked, glancing into the coffee shop as he passed.

"He says it some kind of material he's never seen before. Some kind of skin or piece of claw."

"What was it made of?" Peter asked, looking down the alley as they rounded the corner. The car was in sight.

"He wasn't sure," Olivia said, watching Peter. His behavior seemed odd, but if she said anything she was sure he wouldn't be happy.

"Hmm," Peter said, speeding up.

"He's running more tests and Astrid is looking into the background of the hikers. She said that they were scientists and theological theorists. She's going to see what they studied."

"So," Peter said, looking around again, "What was that look for?"

"What look?" she asked, unlocking the door.

"That one," he answered, his eyes with a twinkle. He stared at her directly in her eyes.

That mere second he looked away from looking around a single shot rang out. The shot missed his head by inches and shattered the glass. Olivia dropped to the ground and he followed, sinking to the cement. Another shot rang out into the air and there was a loud scream from a passerby. Then there was another shot, followed by another and the blood began to fill his ears, adrenaile coursing in his veins. He tried to look around to see who it was, but everything became a blur. He didn't know if Olivia was hurt or fine, or whether she was shooting back, but by the sound of it, she wasn't.

As the next shot filled the air, Peter got a grip on where they were coming from. To his horror, the gunshot came from Olivia's side of the car. That meant she unprotected from the fire. Peter moved on instinct, to protect her with his body, and came around the car. But instead of her being hurt or scared, her gun was up and searching for the shooter. The sound of gunfire stopped.

"Olivia!" he called out between panting breaths, "Olivia!"

"Peter, Peter are you all right?" she said, looking for him.

"I'm fine, Liv, how about you?"

"Yeah, yeah, where are you?"

"Here," he answered, peering out from behind the corner. A single bullet pierced the side of the car, and he didn't know where it came from.

"Olivia, watch out!" he shouted, rolling away from the sound. He knew that the shooter was aiming at him. Olivia searched with her gun, but as silent bullets hit the car, her mind panicked and she began to shake.

"Peter!" she called, her voice on edge, "I can't see him, Peter!"

The terrible sound of her voice screeching out his name would haunt him for the rest of his life, but now he wouldn't know. For now, he was going to play hero, although he was far from it. Rolling from his spot, he took her gun and looked around, scanning the windows. As soon as he held the gun, the firing stopped and did not return.

Olivia was shaking, her hands curled tightly into balls and she sat behind Peter. He turned and saw her frazzled look and dropped down to his knees, taking her in his arms. It was strange with her, how she could withstand traveling dimensions and gruesome monsters, but when she was face with gunfire her mind would freeze back on the time she had shot Charlie. He remembered so clearly her telling him everything, how she felt. He cradled her close to his chest, nuzzling his nose in her hair in a protective manner and she clung to his shirt. He knew she would dream of Charlie tonight, and he wanted so much to push them away. This time, those terrible dreams would be his fault because they were after him. Hadn't she figured it out? If not, she would be dead.

"Olivia, I've got you," he murmured into her hair, "You're all right, it's all right."

"Peter," she mumbled into his skin, vibrating his chest with her voice, "Peter why were they shooting at you?"

Peter froze. She knew, the whole time, they wanted him. They were shooting at him. He pulled away from her and stared into her eyes with disbelief. It was all a trick. Her frazzled state was a trick to get him to come and see her. It was a terrible trick to get the truth! Oh how he wanted to hate her right then, but he couldn't muster himself too. She was smart, so very smart to out smart him.

"Because," he muttered, deciding to tell the truth, "They want me dead."

Dun, dun,dun. The plot thickens. Tell me what you think!

Who are those Hikers? Are they really Hikers? Hmm, that's a good question, are they really who they appear to be?

What's the deal with Nick and Peter? Nick and Peter obviously don't like each other. But why? Well stick around!

Olivia's trick? What do you think? I think it's very Olivia Dunham, since she does seem to fool people alot.

Peter's Reaction? Ahhh yes, sweet sweet romance, buried underneath the harsh exteriors of their jobs.

Stay tuned for Chapter three! It'll be an exciting one! Review Review Review :)