A/N: You had to wait quite some time for this, but the Force obviously wasn't with me, and what do you want, considering Olivia's current status.
Anyways, it's here now, so enjoy!

They spend 45 minutes in the van, Peter getting annoyed by his tie that wasn't getting in position anymore, so he choose to take it off and Olivia explaining to Broyles what had happened, checking if they said anything that gave them away. One of the agents had left them ten minutes ago and waited on the street, acting as if he was waiting for someone. He entered the van again, telling the remaining agents that a black car just drove by, going right, which was the only way to reach the clubhouse Peter and Olivia were in, by car. Five heads turned towards one of the screens in the van, showing a map and a red, blinking dot. Only minutes after the car drove by, the dot started moving. Broyles grabbed a pair of keys next to him and gave them to Olivia.
'The black car next to this van.' Olivia nodded and left the van, Peter following her. They waited mere seconds in the car when the previous black car came rushing by. Olivia put the car in drive and they started a car chase through a seemingly abandoned street. Usually she would have been suspicious o the situation, right now she was focusing on something else.
Olivia slammed her feet on the pedal, getting annoyed that car couldn't go faster. She shifted slightly in her seat and handed Peter her gun. He looked at it astonished.
'When I say so, you lean out of the car and shoot. Focus on his tires!' She practically yelled because of the adrenaline.
'You want me to what?' Peter yelled back. He had heard her, he just couldn't believe she had really said it.
'I want you to shoot at the car!' She focused on the road, never looking at Peter, she wouldn't forgive herself if she'd lose the car in all the turns she had to make. The driver had realized he was being followed and started driving faster.
'Open your window.' She demanded, and Peter obeyed. He pushed the button to roll down the window, the wind was strong and they had to speak even louder.
'Make sure you want fall out of the car!' She said as Peter stuck his head out and seconds later his upper body. He focused on the tires of the car in front of him when out of nothing Olivia made a turn to the left. He should have see it coming, because he saw the car turn, but the information didn't progress to his brains, and he almost fell out of the car.
'Peter! What did I say?' Olivia screamed above the sound of the wind.
'Hey, you made a turn with a speed I am sure is illegal!'
'You've got one shot!' She yelled. And Peter hung out of the window again. He pointed the gun, pulled the trigger and then fired one bullet! I didn't hit any of the tires, but it did hit the car and driver stopped driving, shocked. Olivia got out of the car, Peter following her, immediately handing Olivia her gun back. They ran towards the car when the driver hit the gas again and drove off.
They ran after the car, but Olivia knew immediately that they were not going to win this. So she stopped running, pointed her gun and fired three times. Two of the bullets hit the tires of the vehicle, making it impossible to drive and the other went trough the windshield. She had a satisfied smile on her face, but that vanished quickly as she and Peter ran towards the man that had just exited the vehicle. He ran away and was obviously faster. Again, Olivia stopped running, she pointed her gun once again and shot, missing the guy's leg with an inch. She wanted to run towards him again, but she then noticed he had stopped running too and was pointing his own gun. But not at her, at Peter.
'Peter!' She screamed, as she understood what was going to happen. Peter looked to his left, where Olivia was. He had no idea he was being shot at, he didn't hear the gun fire, all he knew was that he was lying on the ground, his arm hurting like hell. Olivia seemed to hesitate for a moment or two when she saw the man running away again, but then ran towards Peter. She sat down beside him, pulling off his jacket.
'I need to see your wound and I need to apply pressure.' She explained, as she ripped his bloodied right sleeve from his shirt and down his arm. She looked around, looking for something to apply pressure with. She couldn't use his sleeve, the blood would only infect the wound and he had gotten rid of his tie in the van, so they couldn't use that either.
'Peter, I am sorry, I will buy you a new shirt.' She said, as she now ripped his left sleeve from his shirt and pulled it from his arm. She wrapped the sleeve around his arm, tied it up and then sat down next to him, breathing heavy, suddenly exhausted. It was then, when Peter realized what had happened.
'We lost him.' He said. Olivia didn't say a word, she just looked him in the eyes.

The End.
I finish it here. I do not want to make a full story out of this, this was just written for fun, and Peter in a suit, ;)!
Hope you enjoyed and thanks for stopping by.