A/N: Sorry this one's so short! The next chapter should be up tomorrow night, if not before! :)

Breaking Point

Chapter 4

Two days passed and Olivia was still staying with the Bishops. They had been working on fixing up Olivia's apartment, but there was still work to be done. She tried avoiding Peter, but he always seemed to be right there whenever she turned around. He wasn't about to let her out of his sight after what happened. He knew something was up with her and he hoped she'd clue him in if he stuck around long enough.

Peter felt hurt by the way she kept her distance and rarely spoke. Their relationship changed after she came back the first time and now it seemed to be going downhill even more. The night in the garden when she told him she didn't want to be with him anymore had been one of the worst nights of his life, not that he would admit it to anyone else. He hoped that one day she would get through all of this and realize that she was the one he wanted, the one he'd always wanted. He would have loved to help her, to show her, and guide her out of the dark place she was in, but he knew that if he pushed things before she was ready she'd only run from him and close herself off even more. Until then there was only one thing he could do and that was to wait. He would wait for Olivia as long as he had to because he knew her words were true. They did belong together.

"Peter, please!" Walter begged his son.

"Alright!" Peter was becoming frustrated with his father. "Let me go see if Olivia wants to go with us."

"Ok, I'll get my coat!" Walter said with a smile.

Peter climbed the stairs to the guest room where Olivia was staying and knocked on the open door. She was sitting in the middle of the bed with files from different cases spread out around her, working diligently. "Hey." He said when she looked up. "Walter's insisting that he needs pancakes so we're going to the grocery store. Do you want to come with us?"

Olivia cracked a small smile. "No, thanks. I'll just stay here. I've got a lot of paperwork to catch up on."

Peter was disappointed, but he understood. "Alright, we won't be gone long."

Olivia went back to her work while Walter and Peter made their way out the door. Unfortunately, neither of them saw the black car that had been sitting across the street for the last couple days as they drove off.

There was a knock on Peter's front door. Olivia managed to limp down the stairs slowly and open it. She was greeted by two men dressed in black standing on the porch.

"Hello, Olivia." One said and before she could react they were pushing their way into the house.

Olivia recognized the voice immediately, but she couldn't run. She was having a hard enough time walking. "What do you want?" She asked angrily as they forced her to sit in one of the kitchen chairs, tying her hands behind her.

The two men looked at each other. "We're just here to leave a message." One said as the other pulled a knife from his pocket. Olivia's eyes widened.

"What do I have to do with it?" She asked, her voice strangely calm. She was tired of fighting back. She wanted answers and she knew Peter and Walter would be back soon.

"You know," The man with the knife said as he moved closer to Olivia. "You don't really have anything to do with it. But you will." The words flew out of his mouth slowly. "We don't want to kill you." He pointed the knife at her, just inches from her face. "However, we will if you make us."

The other man stood with his back against the wall facing Olivia. His arms were crossed over his chest and he smiled. "I suggest you try not to scream."

Olivia closed her eyes and tried to suppress the urge to cry. She felt the cool blade of the knife press against the skin of her face.

"It really would be a shame harm such a pretty face." The man pondered. "But I suppose we've just got to do what we're told."