Title: I Need You Now Part 4

Beta: Yours truly.
Disclaimer: In this stories' little warped universe they are mine, but in real life you know to whom they belong to. I intend no infringement neither do I make any money from this.

Characters: Peter, Olivia, Broyles, Newton and the Secretary.

A/N: See endnote

I Need You Now Chapter 4

Peter lay holding her, their bodies now cooling. Reaching down with his foot not wanting to disturb her, he hooked the blankets working them up slowly. Before pulling them round them.

Once done, he settled holding her to him. Thanking all the heavens above, the stars, Gods, angels, and every other divine entity that could, or may have had their hands in what just happened. A smile plastered itself on his face, like his entire being was being lit up for the inside. Never having thought that this moment would ever be likely to arrive. Whilst gently stroking her shoulder, then tracing patterns on her back. Her scent, along with the musky smell of sex filled the air around them.

Olivia came awake at the peal of her phone. The warm body she was half sprawled over, comforting. His scent caused her to smile, before the ringing of her phone reminded her of her reason for waking. Pulling out of his embrace she rolled over towards her side table, reaching for it. Pulling it closer she looked at the caller Id, Broyles. Sitting up pulling the sheets with her as she answered it.

"Olivia Dunham."

"Dunham, I need to see you in my office. I have something you need to see." Broyals summoned her.

"I'm on my way." She answered, before ending the call and dropping the phone on the bed. Turning to look at Peter as she felt his hand caressing her back again.

"Hey." He greeted.

"Hey." She replied.

"Broyals?"

"Yea." She answered. It sounding more like a sigh escaping her. She wanted so badly to lie back, to loose herself in his embrace again. To forget about all the monsters and gore that she had dealt with until now. Leaning back into his caress another sigh escaped her. Her bodies' memory of him, still foremost, as the pleasurable aches reminded her of their actions not so long past. Where he had been, and the experience they had shared. She felt him sit up next to her his hand dropping from her back.

"Are you okay with…" He trailed off, questioning her quietly. Causing her to look at him at first puzzled, before smiling. Moving sideways to bump his shoulder

"Yea…You?"

He looked at her, thinking to himself she must be crazy if she thought he wasn't okay with it. Their eyes met, both struck speechless by what the others' revealed.

Olivia was the first to look away, turning to get out of bed. Peter watched her go as she got up, knowing they had a lot to talk about. He had wanted to fling her phone against the wall when it had started to ring, knowing that whoever it was, it marked the end of their propinquity.

He heard the shower start, knowing she was getting ready for the day. His mind made up, he was staying with her, wanting to see where this went. Getting out of bed he made his way to the spare room to get some clothes. Olivia came out of the bathroom with only her robe on as Peter pushed past her.

"Wait for me, okay." He requested, as he closed the door.

A frown formed on Olivia's forehead, she had not expected of him to accompany her today. She would question him later about it, as she turned to get dressed.

Peter appeared from the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. Olivia picking up her keys, before they made their way to the SUV.

Once in traffic Oliva pulled together the courage to speak up, "You didn't have to come with you know."

"Yes I know," He answered looking at her, "But I was hoping that you could take me back to the motel."

Olivia's euphoric demeanour dropped at that, as she gripped the steering wheel. Schooling her reactions, her focus remaining on the road.

"I want to pick up my things that are still there, and settle the bill with the owner." He continued. Olivia relaxed her grip on the steering wheel, the vice that had settled round her heart loosening.

Looking over at him, she offered. "Why don't you take the car once I get to the office, then pick me up once your done" she finished before turning her attention back to the road.

"We could do that." He replied, "Any idea why Broyles wants to see you?" he questioned.

"He didn't say," she replied stopping in front of the building. "But I'm sure it won't take too long." She said, unbuckling her seatbelt before getting out.

Peter got out rounding the SUV to take the now abandoned drivers seat.

"I'll call you when I'm done." she replied, closing the door before turning making her way into the building.

Peter watched her leave, his heart soaring. For the first time now, he knew he was no longer fostering the hopes that they could be together, but that they now in fact would be together. Pulling out into the traffic again, he headed for the motel room.

Peter entered the motel, checked in with the proprietor who handed him the key. After having mumbled something about having expected him back to collect his stuff.

The motel owner looked after him, wondering at the change visible in the man. Whomever, or whatever the female agent who had collected him was of him, she had done right job on the man. Leaving him to rethink his original opinion of her.

Peter entered the room, the stale air reaching his lungs. Stunned now, that three days ago he had considered it as his new home. Dropping the keys on the dresser before he entered the bathroom, collecting his stuff together. Returning to the room he reached into the closet for the carry all bag. Turning away, he gathered together all his possessions, stuffing them into the bag.

Oliva entered Broyles' office.

"Sir."

"Dunham, Sit down." He insisted, reaching for a folder on the side of his desk. "This came in." He said, handing her a folder.

Olivia took it from him, opening the folder. Broyles remained silent. She looked at the photographs. They were taken the evening she had collected Peter, showed her leaving the motel with him. Than later of them leaving her place, together. She looked up at Broyals, schooling her emotions and facial features.

"Nina Sharp provided those. Not long after you found Bishop. She had you followed, expecting, or should I say, knowing that you would most likely find him first. I also know that he is currently residing with you." Olivia kept her reactions to a minimum, as she looked at her superior. Not sure of what to expected. She however prepared for the worse.

"Yes, Peter is staying with me." She confirmed.

Broyles looked at her, then reached for another folder. Olivia noted the Massive Dynamic emblem on the front. "These photos were taken not long after you left." He stated, handing her the folder. Olivia took the second folder, opening it. Noting two men outside the Motel. She cocked her head, looking at the images whilst trying to identify them. When she did her heart dropped. The one resembled Walter, the other was Newton. She flipped through the photos, which showed them both arriving and leaving the building, before speechlessly looking up at Broyals.

"It appears you managed to find Bishop before they did." Broyles said getting up out of his chair, "Nina suspects that the alternate Walter wants Peter." He continued, walking to the door, closing it. Turning back to her. "Why, we are not entirely sure." He added, as he made his way back to his desk.

"I have no concern as to the mature of matters between you and Bishop." He said sitting down again "His staying with you makes it easier for us to keep him under surveillance." he said once settled. "Where is he now?" Broyles asked, looking at her.

Olivia looked up eyes widening, suddenly paling. "Oh God no!" she exclaimed getting up out of her chair reaching for her phone "He's gone back to the motel to collect his things." She said, holding the number four down on her phone waiting for it to ring. Turning from Broyals, she put the phone to her ear. His phone rang, but there was no answer. Ending the call she turned back to Broyles concern lining her voice. "He's not answering."

Peter was busy stuffing everything into his bag.

"Good day Mr Bishop." Peter looked up to see Newton in the doorway. His actions halted. His mind starting to work on options, he had no weapon, so chose to remain quiet.

"I have someone here who would like to meet you." Newton continued, as he stepped out of the way. Peter could see Walter behind him, then looked again realizing it was not his Walter. This man stood taller, he had an aura of power and authority about him.

"Peter Bishop, meet your father." Newton continued, taking Peters' silence as shock.

Peter stood up giving the two men a once over, still not having said anything.

"We need you to come with us." Newton continued.

"I'm not interested in anything you could offer Newton." Peter stated plainly.

"The universes are at an imbalance, caused by your presence here," Newton persisted, "You need to return home."

"I'm not about to go anywhere. I'm definitely not leaving what I have here." Peter asserted. Bunching the shirt he had in his hands, before dropping it into the bag. His eyes fixed on Newton "You tried to kill Walter and Olivia, how do I know you're not going to try and kill me?" He demanded, his eyes going to the Walter now standing next to Newton.

"They stood in the way, you're who we were looking for." Newton relied, drawing Peters' attention from Walter."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Peter stated again.

"You leave me no choice then son." Walter finally spoke. Peter turned to look at him, noticing the weapon. But was too late with getting out the way as Walter fired it. Peter felt a sting then noticed the metal dart in his side, just as a numbing feeling started to takeover his body. Last he could remember was them standing over him as he blacked out.

"Grab him and lets go." The Secretary said looking about the room, knowing that where Peter was going he would not need anything from here.

Olivia shot into the motel, bolting past the reception as she raced up the stairs. Her heart pounding whilst adrenalin flooded her system. Her SUV was still parked outside. Hoping that she could be wrong, that he had forgotten his phone in the vehicle. She reached the door and looked into the room, noting the half packed bag. Falling back against the wall behind her, her hands coming up in front of her face, before finally moving up and running them over her hair. As she braced herself against the pain, holding her head whilst trying to keep it together, dropping down onto her haunches. Swallowing hard to control her emotions.

Broyals had followed her into the building, had stopped at reception when he noticed the older man lying on the floor. Checked for vitals, then called for a medic before attempting to follow Olivia.

He found her on sitting on her haunches outside a room, looking blankly into space.

She sensed his presence and turned to look at him "He's gone." she stated, her voice flat whilst she tried to control the fear within.

Broyles entered the room, almost disbelievingly saw the bag on the floor and the keys on the dresser. Then turned back to look at Olivia, her face still blank.

She looked at him before voicing her next concern, "What am I going to tell Walter?"

A/N: I'm going to end the fic here. I don't think it is the ending that many would have liked. But it brings it back in line with the series, in a way. I know there is room for continuation, but would like to leave it here, most ends nicely tied. The muse may decide to continue at some stage, but I'm not going to loose any sleep on it.

I'm a romantic at heart, but a sucker for cannon. I do not see either Peter or Olivia becoming all-emotional suddenly, and confessing their feelings. They are two very passionate people. They feel deeply, but convey it poorly. (Some may differ on that opinion. Flame me if you like, but that's just me.)