Funny how this was originially supposed to be a one-shot, if anything a two-parter. I've been wanting to write this chapter since chapter three, and hope it ties in nicely now. I hope you understand now.

"Hey, I'm going to head out. Probably go get something to eat, did you wanna come?"

It had been three days since they had stood in her kitchen, her hand on his shoulder, his face inching towards hers. But she pulled away, and he had tried not to look disappointed. What was he thinking, right? She was a strictly rule-abiding agent. He was a nomad, an everyman for himself kind of guy. This was destined to be disastrous since she first threatened him in that lobby in Iraq. It had been three days since she had given him a ride home. Since he had dared to come back, not caring about the rain, to give her that lingering kiss on the cheek.

He felt like he had owed it to her, to ask her to join him. Olivia had drawn back from him, sensing the danger that slipped through the cracks when that kiss shown light through them. Couldn't blame her, in fact, he expected that reaction. No, he reflexively had grown distant from her as well. Of course, he still joked with her and tried to talk with her, only to be shown the door. But Peter was Peter. He saw something he wanted, so he pursued it.

It had occurred to him that maybe as soon as he got her to walk into his arms with ease, that there was a chance he'd get bored and walk away as he always does. How could he think this time it would be different? No, it was safer to assume that it wasn't, that this wasn't one of those cases where they were meant for each other. Life doesn't work out that way, as Peter had quickly discovered and adapted too. Still, part of him felt hurt when she walked away from him, instead of that rush of challenge that often came when a girl he liked turned him down. A part of him felt a pang of desire and hot-faced when she laughed at his jokes, instead of smugness.

Peter watched her face carefully as she studied him standing in the doorway to her office at the lab. He knew she was considering him, letting her mind wonder over all the possibilities. Even though he only knew her for a short time, he found it funny that he felt like it had been wonder. But still, he didn't know it all. She was always surprising him, making him have to take a step back. Although he could tell that she thought thoroughly before making a decision. For a moment he wished she would just choose an answer considering him, not having to wonder if it was the right one.

"No thanks, I'm fine."

How had he known? Of course she would say no, but he still felt disappointed. Maybe it was the way she had been gazing at him as he played the piano, a small smile on her lips, which got his hopes up. But just like Olivia, she turned it around, putting up those walls again.

"Are you sure? All you've done in the past three days is work nonstop." Yes, he knew it was her way of distracting herself. From him? The thought didn't make him smug or giddy; he actually didn't know what to do. Should he feel smug, like he normally would? He felt pain for her. He felt sorry for himself. In the back of his mind, Peter wanted Olivia to keep rejecting him. To keep him there. Even though he wished more than anything to be able to push her hair back behind her ear, or feel her hand on his cheek. If she kept rejecting him, then he wouldn't get bored. He liked being here with her, and was afraid of his own emotions and feelings. He didn't trust that he would let himself stay after that.

When she shook her head, looking away from him, he sighed and walked out the door. Astrid had taken his father home about an hour ago, a task Peter should be doing, but she seemed to be accepting partial responsibility for the older Bishop. Peter had stayed after, working on fusing wires together upon Walters request, hoping that Olivia would leave soon. He really disliked it when she stayed later than him, and came the next day looking exhausted. Diming the lights, he left the lab door closed, trying to push the thoughts of her all alone in the lab away.

As he stepped outside into the damp, cold air, he saw the parking space where his car had been was empty. That didn't surprise, Astrid probably took it to take Walter back to the hotel. Walking past Olivia's SUV, he began to cut through the island of grass to get to the main road and hail down a cab. Frowning, he really wished she had decided to come with him. Now he had no motivation, and would probably just head back to the hotel.

The first punch was the hardest. It caught him right in the jaw; he stumbled back, but someone from behind and stopped him. Peter felt his right arm grabbed and twisted behind him at an odd angle. Another punch got him in the stomach, and he leaned forward, grunting at the pain that shot up his arm. He quickly leaned back, throwing his head back into the man behind him. His arm was released and Peter jumped forward at the first man.

Peter's fist connected with face multiple times, but it was only so long before the second man got back to his feet. The second man grabbed Peters shoulder, spinning him around and repeatedly punching him the stomach, while the other man held him up. Finally, they shoved him to the ground, onto his back, and began to kick him. They stopped for a moment and Peter coughed, spitting out blood, as he pulled himself up to his hands and knees.

"Roberts say welcome home, Bishop." The second sneered.

"Oh, and..." The first man kneeled down by Peters face, and Peter felt complete rage. Just give him a moment, and he'll jump up at attack him. "If you do anything wrong, or get your pretty FBI girlfriend involved...he'll kill you both." The man smiled, and Peter felt the anger disappear, and only saw Olivia's face in his mind. The man smiled, seeing Peter's expression. "In fact, he may just kill her because he can." The man winked before standing back up. He kicked Peter with surprising force just above his eyebrow, and everything went black.

It only felt like seconds passed before someone's arms wrapped around him, pulling him up to a sit and calling his name. He groaned from the pain, but couldn't bring himself to eyes open to see who was caressing his cheek. All he knew was he enjoyed the touch, leaning into the person wanting to absorb their warmth. "What happened to you?" A voice asked on the edge of his consciousness, but he couldn't reply. Didn't want to. So he let them pull him up, and he leaned heavily on them. His eyes fluttered opened long enough to make out Olivia's face. But it hurt too much, and he had to close his eyes again.

He was laying down now, maybe in the back of a car. He felt her hand go to his neck, tugging at his shirt collar. Eyes fluttering open, just for a glimpse, he saw her heartbroken face. She was staring at his exposed skin, brows furrowed together, hair falling in front of her. Closing his eyes, he sighed and shifted, groaning at how much more that hurt than he thought. Finding his hand in the fuzz that covered his mind, he placed it on hers.

But, like always, she pulled away, and he didn't have the energy to feel disappointed. Instead, he let her leave, and decided to fall in and out of consciousness in peace. At one point, he vaguely remembers imagining her face, battered and beat, the two men standing over her. Twitching, he felt his mind scream her name, but all that came out was a mumble. "Ah...Umgph...mmLiv?"

"I'm leaving."

Really uncertain how much longer I'll continue this. In fact, there may only be one more chapter next. I went a little sloppy with this story, only write what comes to mind at that second instead of planning it out. Hope it still worked out. Enjoy&Review.