*One month later*

"Dunham, there's been another mini-quake and Astrid has it located at 23 Clarendon St on the east side." Peter said into the phone. Walter, Astrid, and Peter were in the lab monitoring for the small quakes that told them were Yohan Jansen, their latest fringe bad guy, was and they'd finally gotten a hit.

"Alright, I'm on my way there now. Thanks Peter."

"Be safe, Dunham." He replied.

"Aren't I always?" She quipped back and she hung up.

"Alright, Walter stay here and watch for any changes that will tell us he's somewhere else." He turned to Astrid. "Do you mind staying and helping him?"

"Of course not, get out of here and tell us what happens." Astrid said, shooing him out.

Peter drove pell-mell through the city to get to the suburbian house being hit up by Jansen. When he arrived he saw a trail of agents decked out in bullet proof vests filing in and around the house. He barely caught the flash of a long blonde braid as it turned the corner and he had a fleeting curiosity if her niece had done it that morning. Ella was getting quite good at it. Peter made his way over to where Broyles stood next to the radio and he heard Olivia's voice come over the device, "living room, clear." He then heard other affirmations of other rooms being clear by other agents and Peter began to wonder if they'd gotten it right or if they had messed up or the guy had fled and he was almost relieved that Olivia might not be in there with this out of control killer when he heard a gunshot and then a shout. "AGENT DOWN!" It was a man's voice that he didn't recognize and his stomach knotted up in worry and he began a silent chant in his head, Please not Olivia, please not Olivia…

There were several more gunshots and a loud female scream and then a couple more shots before there was silence. "Target is dead, I repeat, target is dead. We have several agents down and in need of assistance."

There was a rush of medics that Peter hadn't seen rushing forward and Peter was running alongside with them. He searched madly for any trace of blonde hair and he almost missed it in the family room. She was covered in blood from head to toe and Peter thought he was going to die when he noticed she wasn't moving. He cleared the distance and fell to the floor beside her. He moved the strands of hair off her neck and felt for a pulse and found one; steady and strong. He sighed with relief and then moved a hand over her mouth and nose to feel for moving air and when he felt a soft tickling of air on his palm he cried in relief. She was alive and she wasn't dying. But where had all the blood come from? He searched her body for any sign of injury and found none. Now he was just bewildered. No head trauma that he could find. No bleeding wounds. When she still hadn't woken he scooped her up into his arms and cradled her into his body. Standing up, he made his way outside and found an ambulance with a medic in the back.

"Can you check her over? She won't wake up." Peter said, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.

"Sure," the man motioned for Peter to set Olivia down on the stretcher and began to look her over. After a few minutes he finally spoke. "If I didn't know better I'd say she had fainted."

"Olivia?? Faint?!" Peter asked incredulously. There was no way tough-as-nails Agent Dunham fainted. But she had been a little pale lately. When he had asked Walter about her counter-cortexiphan treatments he had said that they had stopped. Maybe it was withdrawal or something along those lines.

"I want her taken to the hospital and fully checked out. This isn't like her," Agent Broyles said from behind Peter. He hadn't even heard the agent approach. The medic nodded and walked up towards the driver's end and informed them of their charge and how they needed to go now.

"I want to go with her, sir." Peter said, not taking his eyes off her.

"I wouldn't expect differently." Agent Broyles said smiling.

Peter climbed up into the back of the ambulance and sat beside Olivia. The doors closed behind him and they sped off, Peter never taking his hand from hers.

When they arrived, Olivia was rushed off to a room that Peter wasn't allowed into. He watched as several doctors and nurses walked in and out carrying lab reports and blood samples. Peter took this waiting period as a good time to call his father and Astrid. They'd be worried.

"Astrid, the pyro-kinetic is dead." Pause. "I'm actually at the hospital, they had to bring Olivia in." Pause. "She seemed fine on the ambulance ride, she's just unconscious." Pause. "If Walter is really insisting that much then I don't suppose it would hurt for him to be here. We're at East Memorial. I'll see you soon."

Twenty minutes later a doctor came out of Olivia's room and approached him.

"Is she alright?" Peter asked first.

"Yes, she'll be fine. You can go in and see her now." The doctor said.

"Thank you so much." Peter side stepped the doctor and rushed into her room. She was awake and staring out the window sadly. "Olivia…"

She whipped her head around to face him and her face lit up. "Peter!"

He went to her bedside and enveloped her hand in his. "You have no idea how worried I was about you!"

"Well fainting isn't on the top ten list of ways to die, so I think we'll be fine," she said wryly. She was clearly beating herself up over the incident.

"Olivia, don't worry, it happens." Peter said and it sounded like a weak attempt even to him. There was a knock on the door and the pair turned to see the doctor standing in the entrance to the room.

"Is this a good time?" The doctor asked.

"Yeah, sure." Olivia said apprehensively.

The doctor glanced down at his chart and read quickly. "It says here that the most probable reason for your fainting was malnutrition and exhaustion."

Olivia looked at him quizzically. "I've been tired lately, yeah, but I've been eating fine. In fact, I'm even getting fatter."

Peter snorted in disbelief.

"Well I'd certainly hope you were getting fatter." The doctor said.

Olivia's jaw dropped and Peter was more confused than ever.

"Ms. Dunham, it's perfectly normal to gain a little weight during a pregnancy-"

"A what?!" She almost screeched.

"Yes, please repeat that last part again." Peter said his eyes wide.

"Oh! You didn't know?" The doctor was a bit shocked but recovered quickly. "Congratulations Ms. Dunham, you're 2 months pregnant."

A/N: And the bomb has dropped :-) I hope you all liked it. Expect another update tomorrow!!! Thanks to Americanchick and Skate for reviewing that last chapter. This is for you guys!!