So here it is. The final chapter of "Warmer." I would like to thank everyone who alerted, favorited, and/or reviewed this story. I really appreciate it.

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In Chinese the word 'crisis' is spelled with the characters for 'danger' and 'opportunity.'

Warmer-chapter 6

It was a unique opportunity to watch Olivia Dunham sleeping in the big chair next to his hospital bed.

With her head thrown back he could see the details of her face, her golden hair spread by static electricity over the fabric of the chair.

Peter Bishop was thankful to be alert again, to be able to keep his eyes open and focus. Apparently he didn't do well with whatever narcotic was in Olivia's Fiorinal. Thinking back he was shocked how in a very short time he had felt almost paralyzed from those two little pills. His mind had been sluggish but still functional, but his body. He couldn't have moved anything if his life had depended on it.

He remembered he was being dragged along the forest floor for what felt like forever, by her.

Peter was amazed she had dragged hm for such a long period of time, but he was well aware of the functional effects of the adrenal glands in times of crisis. He remembered her pressed against him, both of them lying on the cold ground, her warm breath on his neck.

Peter's thoughts were interrupted by movement and sound from the chair. He looked over to see Olivia Dunham stirring from sleep looking totally disheveled. As she stretched her arms up with her eyes still closed he could see her exposed belly button due to the big piece of fabric missing from the bottom of her blouse. The memory of the sound of fabric being torn and the cute view of her now made him smile. She had torn her shirt to help him. Peter wiggled his left leg slightly willing the returning pain to go away. The traction equipment made a little noise as a result. Peter vowed not to hit the button on the narcotic pump attatched to his IV. He was a bit shy of narcotics for now, and would gladly endure the pain to stay in control of his faculties. Especially with her here next to him.

Peter turned again to look at Olivia who was slowly opening her eyes. There was a slight smile on her face and Peter wondered what she had been dreaming about, as he frequently did. He hated to interrupt her stirrings and the entertainment value of them but he needed to find out some things.

"Good morning, Livia," Peter addressed her firmly, trying not to sound too elated.

He could tell the exact second she came to. The cute little, innocent smile disappeared and her game face was re-secured. Olivia's eyes grew wide at the site of Peter Bishop sitting up wide awake in his hospital bed with a Cheshire cat grin.

"Peter!" Olivia said a little breathless. "You're awake. How are you feeling?" She moved the awkward chair a little closer to the guard rail.

"Honestly, my left leg hurts, but it's not like it was. I have you to thank for that." He locked eyes with hers, his look intense. Peter could see the slight blush come up on her cheeks.

Olivia looked down at the floor for a second and then back up at his face.

"I know you would have done the same for me," she said breathily.

"Yes," he simply replied without hesitation. Olivia grew a little restless in the chair so Peter changed the subject, hoping by doing so it would keep her there longer. 'The plastic bag..."

"There was a class ring in with the note. One of the missing women's parents was able to identify it, so at least they got closure."

"But it didn't get us closer to Wertheimer," Peter said soberly.

"Not yet, but we'll get him." Peter decided Olivia was trying to convince herself and left the comment alone.

"Your doctor told me earlier that he thought your head was OK. That's great news, Peter. You really had me worried." The words had barely left her mouth when she found her thoughts traveling back to unresponsive Peter just hours ago. And her telling him her life story, and more juicy information to try to keep him awake. If his head really was OK did he...

"You took good care of me, Livia. Thank you for that. I wasn't worried at all." And Peter gave her a genuine smile. He had interrupted her mental processing. Had he heard what she'd told him? She needed to find out but not right this second. First she needed coffee.

Olivia Dunham practically jumped up from the chair, and as she did she felt a sudden draft across her abdomen. She pulled her blouse as far down as she could as she arose. The action didn't go unseen by Peter and he chuckled.

"Sorry about your shirt, Livia. I should buy you a new one."

Embarrassed, Olivia shot him a smile. "I'm going to go find a big cup of coffee. You want one?"

"Sure. If you're buying. The biggest you can find."

Olivia gave him a big smile in reply while trying to calm her unruly hair. "OK. I'll be back. You rest."

She turned to go and made it a few feet before his voice stopped her.

"Livia?"

She spun around thinking he needed something else from the cafeteria. "Yes?"

Peter took a big breath. "I heard you. While I was lying there I heard everything you said to me. I'm really sorry I couldn't respond. I wanted to. Badly. But your Fiorinal messed me up-moving was next to impossible. But I stayed awake like you told me to.

A person could have heard a pin drop in the room. Peter continued.

"After I get out of here, I think sometime we should talk..."

There was a sudden knock on the open door. "Morning, Bishop. Am I interrupting anything?"

Philip Broyles stood sharply dressed at the hospital room door. He looked first at Peter and then at the profile of Olivia Dunham near the door.

Olivia's response was Guiness record quick. "I was just going to get us some coffee. Would you like one, Sir?" She said as she moved closer to the exit.

Broyles' gut told him he had indeed interrupted something, but it was too late now. Dunham was ready to run out the door. He sighed rubbing his forehead, figuring whatever was going on they would probably get back to it later when he wasn't around. Embarrassingly,he hadn't worried when they hadn't called him back last night. He figured they had returned home separately or were busily with each other and had forgotten to check back. Maybe he was wrong about the two of them, but he didn't think so. The air always seemed charged when they were in a room together.

"Large with cream and two sugars if you can carry all that."

"No problem, Sir," Olivia smiled at her boss. Then she glanced one more time back at Peter who was looking frustrated, and she certainly knew why. "Be back soon."

The two men watched as Olivia Dunham hurried out the door. "A puzzle that woman is, " Phillip Broyles offered.

"You have no idea, Sir."

Phillip Broyles chuckled and sat in the chair next to Peter's bed.

Olivia Dunham skipped the elevator and took the stairs to the cafeteria. Her heart was beating madly remembering his confession. She dropped the first coffee cup while trying to fill it. Calm down, she said to herself. You'll deal with it later. She was successful with the next three attempts at preparing the coffees, and set out to find something to eat.