Chapter 2:

She couldn't believe Peter! What was wrong with him? He didn't understand what the big deal was, why he felt it necessary to throw away Lucas' number and pretend he never stopped by. Was he jealous? He had no reason to be jealous, they were just friends.

She took her coffee with her outside, the card in her fingers. Flipping it over she saw the hotel name and room number. It was like Lucas to assume things could pick-up where they left off. He was still in love with her. She wasn't surprised, seeing him nearly a year ago in Germany had proved as much.

"Olivia!" He shouted seeing her walking out, coffee in hand. He must have just missed her going in because he'd been sitting here, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

"Lucas," she smiled weakly surprised to see him. Walking over she came to sit down on the bench beside him. "What are you doing here?" She asked shaking her head confused.

"I'm in town, for a few days. I thought I'd drop by, pay you a visit."

"At the lab?" She raised a curious eye. She never told him the specifics of where she worked.

"I may have pulled some strings to find out where you were today," he smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, I just wanted to see you again."

She felt the blush rise on her cheeks. "Well, here I am." She was never great at this, flirting and romancing. She could hold her own when it came to drinking and having a good time but flirting, being girly, she was an FBI agent for a reason. She played with the boys, she wasn't used to being seduced by them.

"You look really great." Lucas admitted, staring at her, a smile on his face.

"Yeah?" She smiled faintly lifting the cup of coffee to her lips, it was an easy distraction. "What are you doing in town?"

"I had some vacation time, I thought I'd see Boston." He knew it was a total line of BS and she was staring at him, seeing right through it.

"You could have called first," Olivia smiled weakly. "I do answer my phone." She laughed feeling it vibrating in her hands. She glanced down, seeing the text from Peter and quickly texted him right back. "See. I'd answer your calls or texts too."

"I'm sorry, about the way things ended between us. The way I ended them." He knew he was the guilty party and though he'd apologized the last time he saw her, he still felt horrible for what he'd done, choosing the job over her. He had to live with that decision and it killed him inside.

"Let's not talk about that again, please." She smiled weakly, sliding the phone back into her pocket. "As long as you're in town, I might as well show you Boston," she smiled weakly. "I've got work the rest of the afternoon but tonight, assuming it doesn't keep me, I'll take you to dinner, we can catch up."

"All right but only if you're letting me buy," Lucas nodded, an ever-growing smile on his face.

"Does that include the liquor?" She smiled brighter, feeling more at ease.

"Not with the way you drink," Lucas laughed shaking his head. "Besides I want to have a good time, not wipe you off the floor."

Olivia laughed objecting to his statement. "I am not a drunk!"

"I never even implied it." Lucas smiled, his eyes moving to her lips, wanting to lean down but his judgment getting the better of him. "You should get back to work, before I get you in trouble."

"I don't think you could," she stood up, finishing her coffee. "Listen, I've got your number. If anything comes up with work—"

"Don't worry about it. We'll make a rain date of it." He smiled at his own words. The emphasis he placed on 'date'.

Olivia rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips. "I'll see you tonight, hopefully." Already she was excited and though she tried to hide it, she enjoyed the attention. She hadn't been out in months and was beginning to forget what it felt like to go out, mingle with other adults.

She tossed her empty coffee cup into the trash and got in her car, heading for the Bureau. Though there was always work for her to do in the lab, she needed some space from Peter right now. She didn't want to think about the conversation they'd have later. Though she texted him that they needed to talk, she honestly didn't want to. She always dreaded those types of conversations and it was Peter. He was being protective like any older brother would and honestly, it was driving her insane. He wasn't her brother. He needed to get that fact in his head and let her be happy. Why couldn't he do that? It would be another fight. Already she could feel it and she was tired of arguing with him. If she kept pushing him away, he'd leave for good. That wasn't what she wanted either.