Liv raised a fist to knock on the door, but it opened before her knuckles made contact.

Elizabeth appeared, her expression worrisome."Agent Dunham. Is something wrong with my husband?"

Liv gave her a nervous smile. "No, Mrs. Bishop. I have someone here who would like to speak to you." She gestured to the hooded figure next to her.

"And who might you be?" Elizabeth asked in a soft but confused voice.

Olivia raised her head and slid the hood off.

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment. "The other Agent Dunham. Well, you two better come inside." She stood aside and held the door open. Liv walked right in like she owned the place, while Olivia shrunk back and shuffled in behind her opposite.

Elizabeth led them to a living room area with a couch and several chairs. She sat herself in a chair a few feet from a glass coffee table. "Now, how can I help you, Agent Dunham?"

Olivia sat in the next chair, her back straight and hands on her knees. "I come with a message. From Peter."

Liv was wandering in the background, looking at photos and knick knacks. She seemed uninterested in their conversation, but Olivia knew she would be listening intently.

"He wanted me to express his thanks for helping him when he made his trip over here, and he wanted to let you know he will be...around." Olivia reached in to her pocket and pulled out something. She held it out to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth reached for the object. It was a coin, a silver dollar. It was Peter's lucky silver dollar. She held it in the palm of her hand, and without another word, a tear rolled down her cheek. After a moment of staring at the coin, she looked up at Olivia and wiped away a tear. "Thank you," she whispered.

Olivia nodded once. She had done what she came for. Now she needed to get back to the apartment, where she came through, so she could go back to her universe. She stood from the chair, and turned back towards Liv, who had stopped trying to hide her interest and had been staring at Elizabeth. "I need to get back," she said out loud, hoping to get Liv's attention.

Elizabeth stood, which knocked Liv out of her trance. "Um, yeah, we should probably go." Liv walked towards the door.

Olivia went to follow, and then felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned back to see Elizabeth.

"Please tell Peter that he is welcome to visit. It would be nice for us to catch up. And I hope you two are happy together," she added with a knowing smile.

Olivia blushed, and nodded again. Then she was caught off guard by Elizabeth's arms around her.

She found herself relaxing in to this woman's embrace, and she felt safe. A similar feeling to when she is in Peter's arms, but more feminine. Almost maternal. She hadn't felt that in a long time.

When they separated, she gave Elizabeth a small smile. Then she turned to catch up with her doppelgänger.

When they were out the door, Olivia looked back to see Elizabeth flipping the coin over the top of her fingers.

When they were in the car, it was obvious Liv wanted to ask questions about the exchange, but she held her tongue. "Where to?"

"Back to your place. That's where I crossed over, so it will be easiest for me to cross back." Olivia was trying to relax back in to her seat, but her body was too alert.

Something was wrong.

Liv obviously didn't enjoy the silence, because she asked, "What did you give her?"

Olivia barely heard the question. She was lightheaded, and felt nauseous. There was a pounding in her head, right at her temples. "Pull over."

"Why?"

"Just pull over!"

The car was off the road in seconds, and Olivia jerked forward as the vehicle stopped. She threw open her door and fell to the ground. On her knees, she heaved. The contents of her stomach burned their way up her throat and on to the ground in front of her. When it stopped, she threw her head back and groaned. She hated vomiting.

She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and went to stand. As she was pushing herself off the ground, she felt arms under hers, helping her stand. She felt the other woman's hair brush her face as she leaned over her, and a flash of the fire appeared in the corner of her eye.

Upright again, she leaned against the cold black metal of the SUV. She rested her forehead against it, eyes closed and focusing on her breathing. When the pounding eased down to a bearable thrumming, she looked up to find familiar green eyes staring at her intently.

"Are you okay?" Liv asked, obviously feeling the same way about what Olivia just did.

"I don't know."