Thanks so much for all the reviews and the support! You guys are fantastic! :D now I have a favour to ask…apparently I didn't upload a chapter for High School so essentially a bit of P/O is missing and also some Charlie and Olivia scenes…would anyone like me to upload it on the fic? Its kinda one of the middle chapters but nothing majorly important happens, just some good old fluff?

Reference: "…Apparently…" (In Which We Meet Mr. Jones), "…arrested 7 times…" (Pilot), Information on Peter (Pilot)

Chapter 3 - Meetings

"Dunham! How did the coroner go with the body? Did he find anything?" Broyles sat at his office desk staring down his two experienced and trusted agents. Charlie stood to the side, just waiting for his turn to be questioned about the robbery case, something that had now slowed within the week but they were still trying to work out who broke into the bank and stole a single safety deposit box, why they stole only one from each of the three banks and how they even were able to get into the safe's without as much as tripping a single alarm. Olivia was about to update their boss on the most recent of the three break ins. "Well sir, as far as he could tell, considering there was only half the body to examine, as the other half is still imbedded in the solid steel door, the coroner found nothing physically unusual about the body."

She watched as he boss sighed, that was never a good sign, and she knew that the information she was about to give him was not going to make him any happier. "Sir, he was unable to find anything that could link him to possible explanation as to how he was able to get into the safe without tripping the alarms but also how he had become stuck in the steel door. We haven't been able to find out who he is, his prints are not in the system but we do believe that he was not working alone, there is no possible way that he could have been with a break in such as this one." Standing in front of her boss's desk, Olivia let her arms clasp behind her back, nervously fidgeting, waiting for the scolding she was bound to receive. Broyles' eyes flicked between her and Charlie, trying to decide how to continue. "Sir honestly, you sent Charlie and I to retrieve half a body from Philly last week, for a case where we have minimal information as it is, and expect us to have the case cracked wide open by not, I mean no disrespect sir, but how do you expect us to have anything straight away from a case like this?"

Olivia's voice had risen slightly as she spoke to her boss, Charlie's eyebrow had risen to his hairline and Broyles watched her in shock. "I'm sorry sir, I guess finding nothing on this case is getting to me." Broyles nodded to his agent, watching as she huffed slightly, knowing that if she were showing the annoyance at work then it would be something that was really getting to her. "Apparently." His voice held no note of anger, a little amusement though as Charlie decided to step in. "Sir, we have been able to find details that suggests specific computer equipment was required for the break ins, equipment that is still in their possession with the assumption that there will be more break ins like the last three, but what is more useful to us is not the type of equipment but the knowledge that is required to work it. We had techs working on the last scene and they told us that the density of the steel door was changed, as though there were some form of microwaves running through it, causing the molecules to separate, so as far as we know they turned the solid door into paper and walked straight through. I have someone running down names of all the possible hackers who are capable of using technology like this." He watched as Broyles nodded a few times, before turning back to Olivia.

"Agent, is there anyway possible for us to know who the man is?" Olivia sighed; she knew there wasn't much she could do but the basics and that was something she really didn't like, because most of the time, it got them nowhere. "Sir, I was about to run facial recognition, hopefully it should bring something up, and we also have other high level banks with security deposit boxes on alert for anything unusual. There is another six, who have been notified." Broyles nodded again before waving them towards the door, motioning for them to leave and as they did another agent made his way in. "Liv, Charlie, hows the case going?"

Olivia looked up to find Michel Loeb coming through the doorway as they were on their way out. She smiled at the older agent, he had been the first to welcome her to the building when she had turned up, the first to make sure she was ok when she had first shot someone on duty, he was her first partner, that was before Charlie had come into the force. "Hey Mitch, yea not doing so well, hitting a lot of dead ends, but hopefully running this check should help us." He nodded at her she spoke, he knew what it was like, running a case that was always hitting brick walls or dead ends, he was the most experienced agent in their area, so he definitely knew what it was like. "Ah well, you guys always break open cases though, so give it a little time." Charlie was about to speak when Broyles voice found their ears, "Loeb! Get in here!" shaking his head, Michel moved around Olivia into Broyles office, closing the door behind him.

Swinging the chair around at a random desk, Olivia stared at her computer screen, hoping that something was going to jump out at her like it was magic, but all she was finding was fake information on the names of the last three safety deposit boxes as well as no way to track where the next break ins were going to happen, there was nothing new on the body that was being put on ice for them at the morgue, and until Charlie had done with his search, there wasn't much she could do except watch the computer run through another batch of missing person's photo's to match with their dead body, sadly nothing had come up just yet. Glancing over at Charlie, who was sitting at a desk not far from hers, she watched as his brow furrowed, telling her he was confused or frustrated, suddenly in desperate need of some coffee, Olivia pushed herself away from the desk and moved towards the back room.

"Hey, is this right?" Charlie swung his chair around from the computer he was working at, the agent closest to him moving over a little to see the screen that Charlie was pointing at. The agent studied the screen for a moment, scrolling up and down slowly, checking details and information before nodded, "Yes Agent Francis, this information seems to correct, is there an issue?" Charlie pushed the agent away from the desk, inspecting the information for himself. He had been spending hours searching through the information of known hackers and computer analysts with a criminal background of any form, or for anyone else would be able to use and understand the complex computer system that was used in the break ins.

Glancing back at information that was on the screen, he read through it very carefully, hoping that the beating in his heart was going to slow at any point in time. Scanning the name and date of birth, his heart rate increased, a slight panic settling over him. Previous employment: wild land fireman, cargo pilot. Falsified degree at MIT, taught as a chemistry professor. Swallowing down the saliva that had built up in his mouth, Charlie glanced up to see if anyone else was around before he downloaded the file and moved away from the desk, making sure to close down any and all information about the person he was about to look for. As he grabbed for his coat, he noticed Olivia coming back towards her desk with a large cup of coffee, recently she had been living off the stuff, drinking more and more of it every day and honestly it was starting to worry him, but at the same time, he was happy it was coffee and not the bourbon she had been guzzling like fish recently.

There had been nights when she would have nightmares, the cases they saw, working homicide was not the most ideal thing and as they were the youngest team, but Broyles best team, they were given the most gruesome cases to deal with, also mainly because no one else wanted them. Although that's what Olivia told Charlie, that the nightmares and lack of sleep was from the recent cases, which for some reason were becoming more and more freakish by the death, but Charlie knew better. He knew that what her stepfather did to her at school had always haunted her, she had dealt with it sure, but that never mean the dreams weren't still there. He knew that some days everything that had happened over the last few years was too much for her and she would either lay awake all night, Frank seemingly oblivious to her need for some help, or she would drink herself into a state of passing out, which was where Charlie would have to be called by the bartender to take her home, it's a good thing they all knew each other so well.

Charlie glanced at her once more before deciding on what to do, "Hey Livy, I'm going to head out for a while, Sonia needs me to pick up something for her and Broyles has given me permission to head out if I need to and if she needs me. I won't be too long, don't do anything crazy without me, 'k?" Olivia smiled at him, one of her genuine smiles that he saw rarely these days, "Sure, is everything ok?" Sonia was eight and half months pregnant, she had been having complications that had her on bed rest for the last two months, with her mother watching over her while Charlie worked, but there would be days where Charlie would have to go and get something for her, or he just used that excuse to check up on her, not that Broyles minded, Charlie just didn't like asking for time off if it wasn't an emergency. "Yeah, she fine, just needs a couple of things." He nodded to her with a smile before leaving office in a rush, Olivia not thinking twice about where he was going.

Pulling up in front of the old home, Charlie sighed, grabbed his coat and his gun, not sure on what was going to happen when he knocked on the front door. Skipping up the icy steps at the front of the familiar house, Charlie brought his fist to the door and knocked a few times, it was later afternoon, after midday, and there was a car in the driveway so it meant someone had to be hone right? He waited a few moments, before a female opened the front door, her dirty blond hair up in a bun and her clothes stating that she had no intention of leaving the house that day. "Can I help you?" her voice was sweet, almost like honey but Charlie could tell that it was soaked in something else.

"Um, yes. My name is Charlie Francis, I'm with the FBI. I was wondering if you knew this man?" He help up a photo of the person who he was looking for, watching as her eyes blinked a few times at the photo, clearly recognising the man in the picture. "Um, sure…" she moved away from the door to let Charlie in before moving towards what he could only assume was the kitchen, due to the noise that was coming from there. He waited patiently for a few moments, not really sure what to do with himself. He had been in this house before, only once, so long ago, but this was different. He listened out for the noises that had now stopped in the kitchen, instead being replaced with hushed voices and words that could be taken many different ways. Sentences like, "He looks familiar…didn't say what he wants…he wants to talk to you…" It was all one ended, as if the man he was after was mute, but within a few moments and a few sighs later, the two emerged from behind the wall, all three of them staring down each other.

It had been almost an hour since Olivia had locked herself in her office with the case files from the last three robberies, looking for anything that may have stood out to her, or anything else that could have been missed when the case was passed through many different hands. With her glasses perched on the end of her nose and the steaming cup of hot coffee sitting at her side, Olivia scrolled through the computer, noting down any names worth mentioning, not that she needed to write them down to remember them but she liked to given to Charlie, so he knew what she was thinking. Flipping through the files and the lack of information that she had, it didn't take long before she had lost track of the time.

"Liv?" a soft female voice, pulled Olivia from the computer screen and the files and as she looked up she noticed that a heavily pregnant Sonia was standing in her doorway. Standing at the sight of her friend, Olivia moved around the desk to hug her. "Hi Sonia, how are you?" Sonia smiled back, placing her arms around Olivia's shoulders as best she could. "I'm good, we are good. Actually I came here because I was supposed to do something with Charlie, but I haven't been able to find him." She watched as Olivia thought for a moment, she was sure Charlie had told her Sonia needed something and he was heading out.

"Um…he told me that you needed something and was heading out for a few hours…I can try and call him if you like?" Olivia waited for a moment, she knew that Sonia was worried now, she was fidgeting with her hands, she knew that he would never be cheating on her, they had been in love since high school but there was something off about Charlie going out on his own and lying to the two most important people in his life. "Oh…um, yes please…" she had become shy as well, something that Sonia did when she didn't want people to know she was upset. There was silence in the room until Olivia sighed, "Charlie where are you? Sonia is here, she said she was supposed to meet you, call me back…" Hanging up the phone Olivia gave Sonia and apologetic smile.

"Charlie where are you? Sonia is here, she said she was supposed to meet you, call me back…" Charlie listened to his voicemail as he drove back the precinct, it was harder then he thought, getting him to come with along, there was arguments, mostly between the girl, who looked oh so familiar to him, and man that Charlie wished he didn't have to bring down to the FBI. "Are you going to tell me what is going on Charlie?" He even spoke to Charlie like they only saw each other yesterday, it was strange for Charlie, he was not very sure what to say to the person in his back seat.

"I just need you to come down to the FBI, that's all." It was short and vague, but there was nothing Charlie could do about it now. As he pulled up in front of the FBI building, Charlie called Sonia's phone, knowing she was going to yell at him for not being where he was supposed to when they were supposed to be doing something extremely important but this was important as well. "Hey, look I'm sorry, I know I said I would but something came up. No I couldn't tell her where I was going, I'm sorry but I need you to do something for me…are you still with her?" Charlie waited a moment, not knowing what to say really but needing to make sure it happened. "I need you to make sure she doesn't leave her office, there is something I need to do, that she can't know about…please…?" When Sonia agreed, Charlie sighed, now he just had to get this done without her ever finding out.

"Charlie, what is going on?" It was a last resort, something that Charlie didn't want to have to do but in the end, he had no choice, he opened the back seat of his car, and tugged on his prisoners arm, pulling him roughly from the car. The handcuffs tugging painfully around his wrists. Yes, Charlie had arrested him, apparently not his first time being arrested but he had given up a fight about coming to be interviewed and Charlie was left without another choice. "Just, stop talking for a few minutes please…" Charlie directed him, in the front door, up the stairs, to the floor they needed to be on and the into the interview room, unhooking the handcuffs and slamming the door shut as he exited, leaving the lone inhabitor of the room angry.

Knocking on Olivia's office door, Charlie stepped in slowly, knowing that he had a furious pregnant wife and hi equally as furious partner in the same room. "Hey sorry, I wasn't here but I am now so…" he didn't even bother acknowledging the fact that he had lied to his partner, he didn't think it was worth the lashing, especially if it meant keeping his pervious whereabouts a secret. "Fine…." Sonia sighed, turned to face Olivia who was now standing on her own, near her desk. "Liv, Charlie and I, would like to ask you if you would like to be the godmother of our child. I know we have left it really late in asking you, and honestly there is nothing really we need from you, but we both agreed that if something happened to us, we would want to look after the baby…" Sonia rambled for a few minutes, not realising that Olivia was just starting, shocked that she had been asked, she didn't even think that they would think about her.

"I would love to…" a smile broke out on Olivia's face, before hugging both Sonia and Charlie, thanking them both so much and telling them that if they needed anything, to let her know. After a few minutes of talking Charlie led Sonia out of Olivia's office, promising that he would be home for dinner and leaving Olivia to go back to her work she was doing before. "Charlie, what was going on? Why did you leave and tell Olivia that I needed something…" Sonia asked as they passed the interview room he was about to go back into, but as they stopped just passed the door, he turned to her, kissed her soundly and spoke, "I'll tell you later." With another kiss, Charlie turned away from her and entered the interview room.

"Charlie! Why am I here? I haven't done anything?" he was angry, pacing the room, Charlie knew he had to subtle in his approach. Taking a seat at one side of the table, Charlie extended out his hand to the empty seat in front of him, staring at the man who was glaring fire at him, though slowly moving toward the empty seat. "Why don't you have a seat Peter…"