A/N: Hi everyone! Okay, so I take it that most people have seen The Last Sam Weiss, but for the purpose of this fic, we're going to disregard that episode. So basically this fic is going AU up to this point. I've decided to do this one a little differently, it's going to be mostly from Olivia's point of view. Thanks so much for reading this and replying, I have a lot of people who are following this story, but not so many who are reviewing, so please stop by and say hello if you are!

She opened her eyes, and it's dark. She immediately is on edge, and she feels like she might be bleeding. Her head, she makes the assessment, has suffered some trauma. She feels like a medic, going over everything she can feel at the moment.

She doesn't remember much about what happened to her, except that one minute she was talking to Lincoln, and the next, it was all dark. She hopes that wherever she is, he can find her. If she has a head injury then there's no way she can get out of here on her own. Although, she's not sure how Lincoln would even begin to try to get her out of here, not when the Secretary probably doesn't want her anywhere but right where he can keep an eye on her.

She's not thinking for long when the light switches on, and she slams her eyes shut, due to the pain in her head. When she slowly opens them a bit, she sees that she's in a holding cell similar to the one she had been in earlier. She notices that there is no window on this cell. Solitary confinement.

The door opens and the Secretary comes in. She feels a wave of nausea pass over her because he looks furious, and she really doesn't know what he's capable of. She doesn't say anything, just stares at him as he stands in the doorway. "You're injured." He states, and she blinks, still not saying anything, "That was not supposed to happen. Do you remember the guard who did this to you?"

She's frowning. She was the one who lured a guard over to her in the cell, knocked him out, placed a call on his phone and then tried to fight him off when he came back, and now the Secretary wanted his name so he could be punished? "I can't remember." She lies, and he looks at her as though he's trying to see right through her.

"Captain Lee is here. He says that your Mother has been trying to reach you because Henry is ill. I am going to let you leave here with him only on the assumption that you are going to be caring for my Grandson, and nothing else."

Screw the fact that he's your Grandson, he's my son. She wanted to yell at him, but she refrained. Lincoln was here. She was sick to her stomach with the fact that Lincoln had to lie to Bishop just to get her out of here. If he ever got found out… she shuddered at the thought of what the Secretary would do if he knew that not one, but two Fringe agents, one of them the Captain of the entire division, were plotting against him and his ideals for this world.

She didn't have time to think before Lincoln was in the doorway with the Secretary, and he looked so concerned, and she wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she knows that this needs to remain professional. She sees his eyes flicker to her forehead, where she knows she is bleeding, and his eyes darken. She wants to tell him that she's okay, that she just wants to get out of here, but the Secretary addresses her once more.

"I am under the impression that you do not approve of the lengths I am going to, to protect our universe. I am sorry that you feel this way, Agent Dunham, but I can't stop something that has already begun."

Olivia opens her mouth to speak, but she sees Lincoln hold up a hand behind the Secretary and knows that he doesn't want her to get into any more trouble, that he just wants her to come home and she stops what she was going to say before the words can get off her tongue.

"It has come to my knowledge that tonight you were attempting to cross over. While I cannot pretend that I know your intentions for doing so, I must say that while I feel a bit betrayed by you, I must applaud your bravery."

Olivia's eyebrows shoot up and she honestly can't believe what she is hearing, "On the other hand, I must insist that you are under surveillance. For now, I am taking you off of active duty."

"Sir-" Olivia started, but she was cut off.

"This is for the best, Agent Dunham. I'm not sure what you thought going to the other side would accomplish, but those people cannot be trusted, and I will not have you endangering your life, or our world's vitality. It is my thought that if you were to be at work, you would have access to everything you needed to continue your private mission. That will not happen." His voice was stern, "Captain Lee is going to take you home to your son. You are not to go back to work until you are reinstated, is that clear?"

Olivia couldn't do anything but nod. She struggled to get to her feet, and Lincoln brushed by the Secretary to help her. His touch on her arm soothed her a bit, and she tried not to think about what was going to happen to her now that she couldn't go to work. Not only could she not support her child, but he was right. She had been planning to look over some old mission files and see what she could do to try and stop the events that were taking place on the other side.

Lincoln's hand was on the small of her back now, and he was guiding her out of the room. Mr. Bishop had already left, and she was silent, afraid to say anything to Lincoln in case someone was listening. He seemed to be doing the same thing, and neither one of them spoke until they got to the car.

He held open the door, and she got in, breathing a sigh of relief to not be in that holding cell anymore. She wanted to get off Liberty Island, and she wanted to get out of there right now.

Lincoln got into the car, and before she could speak, he was talking. "I called Charlie and he's already doing research. You don't have to worry about not being able to fix this."

"I can't go to work." She said numbly.

"It's going to be okay. I don't know what we can do, but I'm going to try to stop this. I swear, Liv. If you want to help the other side, if that's what you really want, then I am going to help you do it. Even if it costs me my job."

She stared at him for a long while. "I failed." She said miserably, and his hand rested on her knee. "I failed. I couldn't do anything. I was caught straight away."

"Stop." He demanded, "You didn't fail. Olivia, you tried. You tried, and we're going to fix this." He was quiet before reaching up to touch her hairline. "You're bleeding. Are you okay?"

"I think… I think the guard hit me."

Lincoln's eyes darkened, "The Secretary had the right idea on that one. I want his name." He spat out, and Olivia winced at the venom lacing his words.

"We didn't exactly exchange pleasantries…" She said, and Lincoln's gaze softened.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could have gotten there sooner, I wish… I wish you would have let me go with you."

"Are you kidding? Linc, if you would have come with me, he wouldn't trust either of us. We would have been in there forever. And Henry…" She trailed off, "Henry. Lincoln, where is Henry?" She asked frantically.

"He's with your Mom, just calm down. We'll go pick him up right now. And then I'm taking you to the infirmary. You need to get your head looked at."

"You don't have-"

"Yes I do. Olivia… let me take care of you." Lincoln said, and Olivia could tell from the tone of his voice that he was still shaken up. They were going to have to talk about this later. The only thing she could think about was getting her son and going home to sleep.

"Stay tonight." She whispered, and Lincoln stared intently at her before uttering words that she hadn't heard in weeks since Henry was born.

"There's no place else for me to be." He said, and when she looked into his eyes, she knew that they were going to find a way to fix everything she had made a mess of. She trusted him completely.

It's not over yet! More to come soon, and possibly more fluff in the near future! Please review if you've read, please and thank you. x