Stuff: Ok, I was waiting for channel 9 to air Fringe and it didn't come...I have an inkling that Australia has axed the show, making me a sad panda. I hope it's still out in the US though and that they have boxsets coming out. Enjoy my story, and again, I don't own Fringe.

Broyles was not exactly a man who liked to knock on doors politely, smooth down his black woolen trench coat and smile falsely as a greeting to whoever answered the door. Instead, the dark man burst through the office with a straight face, coat tails flailing slightly behind him as he weaved his way around the scattered tables and equipment, and walked up the ramp to where Olivia and Peter were sitting by the piano. "Agent Dunham."

"Agent Broyles, you came quickly." Olivia lifted her head up more to acknowledge her black superior and frowned. "Normally you don't get here until later. Has something happened?"

Broyles looked down at his younger colleague with his trademark stern face and answered, "We have no idea how many people this man has affected. But I heard you've found out his name. Have you done any research for it?"

Peter strummed a few random trills on the piano keys before answer for Dunham. "Walter's taken over all the computers for his little…experiments." Peter made sure he emphasized on the word 'experiment' so they knew that he was still a little wary of his fathers doing on humans.

"Well, once we find out what's wrong with Miss Coleman, you to stay here with you're father. Agent Dunham, see what you can find back at the office." Olivia nodded and stood to exit but was stopped by a hand on her arm. "And Dunham, don't try to follow this guy, either." Broyles stare locked in the command in the blonde agents head and he released her to leave. Phillip averted his eyes back to Peter, who was still at his piano and softly pressing down on the keys so they didn't make an overly loud noise. "Make sure your father finds the cure soon."

Name:Jason Reilly

POB:Cheapside, City of London, Britain

DOB:15/04/1970

Occupation:Employee of Widmore Security. 1989-91

Genetic Researcher for Living Rock Aviary. 1993-95

Currently unemployed. 2007-

The first few lines of Jason Reilly's biography were enough to satisfy Olivia's mind as to who they were dealing with. The man was obviously had some defensive training to be a security guard from Widmore Security and has knowledge about genetics. The question in Olivia's head was: Why would a man with doctoring experience go to a man who's capable of turning average humans into walking electromagnets? Only one man could answer this.

The man with the answer, though, seemed to be living in a large rundown apartment block which he bought the lease to. All 4 studio apartments belonged to him. A loud crowing sound erupted as Dunham knocked loudly on the second door to the residence because the first door had been boarded shut and written in paint that she and all other visitors were to use the other door. "Who is it?" The voice came through a rusted bronze speaker and crackled as each syllable came through its amplifier.

"I'm Agent Olivia Dunham of the FBI. May I come in, sir?"

There was a long pause and another cackle before the man replied. "Uh, sure. I'll buzz you in."

If Olivia was one to judge a book by its cover, she would end being that kind of person once she stepped into the old apartment. From the outside, the weatherboards were peeling and threatening to fall on anyone who passed under them and anything metallic had rusted. But inside was different. Victorian and modern furniture and decorations were place neatly around the dwelling, giving it a very homey feeling, and the sweet scent of incents that wafted through the clean, spacious rooms made Olivia think she walked into world from the one she had just come from. "Hello?"

Footsteps thumped from the above floor before a man in a very expensive suit, complete with an adorned purple vest and silver fob chain, walked calmly down the first 3 steps before unexpectedly sliding playfully down the balustrade and landing a few feet away from a surprised Olivia. "Hello. How can I help you?"

Olivia came prepared as she filed behind the suited man into his lounge and splayed out all her findings of Jason Reilly and the mutated skin of Rebecca Coleman onto his coffee table, hoping that the man would be able to shed some light on the subject. "Do you know anything that could assist us, Mister Vipor?"

The man named Mr. Vipor tilted his head; his eyes gleamed against the strong lighting in the room and his hand immediately went to his fob watch, instinctively pulling it out and opening and shutting it, looking only at it once, then adverting his eye to look at everything in the room except for his guest. A sincere smile tugged at the corners as he answered the blonde agent, finally resting his eyes on her. "Jason was my partner. He didn't want to be a manager or anything like that when we first founded Living Rock Genetics, but he was made sure that we only hired 1 person. He was very secretive too. Kept all sorts of projects in his study and room, as well." Vipor let out a sigh. "Too bad he's gone now."

Olivia bowed her head and looked back up at Vipor with new energy. "Mister Vipor…"

Vipor waved a hand at her at dismissal. "Agent Dunham, call me Allan."

"Ok, Allan, do you have anything else that could help me and my team find Jason?"

Leaning back on his leather sofa, Allan stretched his smile and responded with faint English accent, "Jason, before he quit here, was attacked by one of…by a falcon. He said he needed to find a doctor because the bird was infected…i-it shouldn't have even been out of its cage."

"Falcons are illegal to have as pets, Mister Vipor, you do know that?"

"Yes, and all the animals we tested were eligible to keep because the were defected creatures that weren't allowed back into the wild." A change in Allan's head made him heave a breath of defeat. "The falcon that attacked Jason was a peregrine that was used as our test subject to see if its tracking skills could match those of a homing pigeon. When Jason went to get the falcon, it went berserk and its talons ripped through his gloves and scratched him deeply."

"If those were hard leather gloves that Jason a bird that small wouldn't be able to puncture through it. Did you do any other tests on it that you haven't already told me about?" Olivia stared deep into the Englishman's grey eyes, waiting for him to reply.

"T-the tests that we did," Vipor clicked open his pocket watch a few times as a stress reliever as he spoke, "had a small side affect on the bird. Its claws mutated into much bigger ones over night and the gloves weren't strong enough to handle them."

"But why go to Doctor Bishop for a puncture wound? He's labs nearly ten blocks from here."

"Jason claimed he saw black liquid ooze from the bird's claws and mixed into his blood stream and heard that Doctor Bishop was a brilliant scientist in the ways of anatomy and could probably the only person besides me that would be able to understand his wound."

"Why did you just fix it?"

"I didn't have the equipment." Pocketing his fob watch, Vipor followed suit with Dunham and stood up, offering his hand for her to shake. "I haven't seen him since the incident. Please tell me if you find him." He smiled once more as Olivia shook his hand and turned to leave.

"You don't operate anymore do you?" Allan shook his head. "I'll be sure to keep you updated. Thank you for your help."

Smiling once more, Allan bowed and watched Olivia step over his threshold and into the winter afternoon. Once he closed the door, he pressed his back to it and sighed. A small phone then was retried from his black pants pocket and various digits were pressed on its keypad. "Reilly, they know."

I'm very sorry that this has been added late but I have been busy and other stuff. Hope this was worth the wait. Enjoy and please, if you have any ideas, I want to hear them! Thanks for the support!!!