A/N – It has been forever since I have even thought of updating this story, so here is the next chapter. I have also started working on the next one. Sorry this is a short chapter. (I'm not really good at long ones)
Disclaimer – Unfortunately, Fringe has not yet been given to me as a Christmas present. :( (neither has the flash, but I don't really care about that one. I'm not so into comic books.)
~Walter's lab~
"Asteroid, have you any idea where Peter is?" Dr. Walter Bishop spoke into the cell phone as he also attempted to milk Gene. "He left the lab hours ago, won't answer his phone, and has not come back. I am worried. "
"Walter, he is probably at Olivia's. Did you try calling her?" Astrid said slightly irritated at being woken up at 2 in the morning.
"Yes, she wouldn't pick up her phone either."
"Okay Walter, I will come pick you up at the lab in ten minutes and we will go together to her apartment. Astrid hung up the phone and sighed. Only Walter would think the worst when a guy spent the night at his girlfriend's house. She got out of bed and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed her keys and went to pick up Walter. When she got to the Bishop house she raised her hand to knock, but foud herself being dragged to the car by a distraught Walter.
"Come one Astro! Hurry up. We need to get to Olivia's apartment!"
"Just calm down Walter. If you don't talk the rest of the trip, I will go faster." Walter looked like he was about to protest, but one look from Astrid and he decided against it. Astrid pulled out of the driveway and floored it all the way to the apartment. She barely had time to stop the car before Walter was out of the door and running up the stairs to Olivia's apartment.
"Walter wait! I have a key." Astrid locked up her car hurriedly ad followed Walter up to Olivia's front door. She opened her purse, dug out the key, and put it in the lock. Before she had even blinked Walter was in and out like the Flash.
"Astrid, they aren't there. They are gone!" Walter collapsed onto Olivia's couch in a fit of sobs. Astrid was shocked, never before had Walter gotten her name right without someone telling him what it was. She looked around the room and saw Olivia's bag and keys. She let out a sigh of relief, that meant that Olivia had been here recently. She pulled out her phone and dialed Broyles' number.
"This better be good Farnsworth." Broyles mumbled, no doubt annoyed at being woken up at 3 in the morning.
"Peter and Olivia, they're gone."
A/N – Dun Dun Dun… Now the last step in reading this story is pushing that little button that says review. You know you want to!