Olivia shook her head as the flash of the camera broke her out of her daze. It was her first crime scene in two years without Peter. There would be no laughing at Walter together, no shared look of disgust for whatever food Walter thought about during a particularly gruesome crime scene investigation, and there would be no one to bounce ideas off of. She was all on her own. She felt like a rookie again letting her nerves get the best of her. The flash once again went off once again shaking Olivia out of her thoughts and back into the real world.
Olivia looked down at the body of the John Doe. It was the third one this week killed in this manner so the FBI had decide to take control before people started to panic. Someone had smashed the back of his head in and the strange part was that they had taken his heart. Olivia's first thought was to get a list of those people on the waiting list for hearts. They may be looking for a black market organ dealer and they could have offered to sell one to someone on that list. She quickly pulled out her blackberry and emailed someone at the office to get a warrant to get that list. E-mail had become her favorite way to connect with people. After Peter left she just didn't feel like talking anymore. Once again someone had wormed right into her heart without her realizing it.
Peter couldn't believe how easy it was to avoid everyone. He never even had to leave Boston. It upset him slightly that he had gotten away so easily. He needed the time alone to think, but really he had expected Olivia to find him right away. He hated that she betrayed him and still he wanted to sit and talk with her. He wondered if he glimmered all the time or just that one night. It explained Walter's reaction the night they went out for drinks. The whispered conversation between the two that didn't bother him then, but now tortured him. He wanted to know everything they were discussing. It had been his life he had the right to know. He had been in Boston to long he realized. He had started feeling too secure and he knew he had to leave. He would never be able to think straight being in the same city as her. She had found her way into his heart and he no longer wanted her there. He packed his bags and left the apartment.