yayyyyyyyyy new chapter! THANK YOU EVERYONE SO VERY MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS *dances and cries* you guys are amazing. wow seriously. really. gosh i don't know what else to say. you are awesome. And onto our new chapter. I had fun writing this, as i always do. If you haven't done so, may i direct you to a loverly story called 'leaving olympus' (if you like to cry) and also Oh Olivia (noz4a2 recommended). Or you can stay here and enjoy this story because it's awesome.

In which Olivia and Peter connect, strangely (again)

I own ALL typos! :D

Olivia got down on her knees slowly and carefully. The man kept the gun trained to trained on them as Olivia lowered her body onto the ground. She was silently gratefully her badge was tucked away in her pocket and her gun was in the car. Charlie too, seemed to have both his gun and badge hidden under his shirt then. Once on the ground, the man turned his attention back to the counter, scanning the employees for a sign of a phone. Just then another man, dressed casually appeared around the corner, poking his head out.

"Carlos," he said, the name rolling off his lips, "What's going on out here?"

"We have two new visitors," the man said, nodding in their direction. The man smiled. carefully he picked his way around the other hostages and crouched down to see Olivia. He gripped her chin and pulled her face up to see him.

"I see that now," he said, a wicked smile, "What's your name chicas?"

Olivia remained silent.

"I said," the man growled, the grip on her chin tightening, "What is your name, beautiful?"

"Lily," Olivia said, "Lily Prescott."

"Lily," he said, rolling the name off his tongue, "And what's your boyfriends name?"

"That's my brother," she said, "His name is John."

The man smiled, "Good. Good. Now I've got some unfinished business to do here, chica and I need you to be as good as you can so your brother doesn't get hurt."

Olivia nodded and he let go of her chin. He stood up and started to walk back to the back room when a woman cried out.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she said in a hysterical voice. The man dressed casually craned his tattooed neck to look at her.

"I'm Jesus Arnados," he admitted, "And you are no one."

He said something in spanish and the next thing Olivia knew the man holding the gun shot the woman. Charlie sprang to life, his hand unholstering the gun and shooting the gunman down. The second turned, but just as quickly as he had shot the first, he shot the second and he went down. Olivia had stood up and darted toward the back where their suspect, Jesus Arnados had disappeared too. Olivia followed the sound of a door banging open and rounded out just in time to duck from flying bullets as a black luxury car spend off.

Cursing Olivia spun back around and whipped out her phone, speed dialing the office and Broyles.

Four hours after her 'lunch break' Olivia was riding back with Broyles to her apartment building. The whole time he was with her, he was in disbelief, mostly because Olivia had been right and partly because he had not seen that coming.

"I don't understand, the lead turned out to be a dead end."

"We didn't find anything that night, sir," Olivia argued, "But I'm sure there is more to it than meets the eye."

"Then run with it," Broyles said and it shocked Olivia, "Go with it. Find more out about this lead. Find Jesus Arnados."

"Sir, are you putting me in the field?" she asked as he pulled to a stop in front of her apartment.

"I am, agent Dunham," he said, stopping, "Don't make me regret it."

Olivia nodded and climbed out of the vehicle. She nodded once again in thanks and shut the door to Broyles SUV. She was incredibly tired and needed a long hot bath. Trudging wearily up to her apartment she slipped out of her clothes and started her bath water. Just then her phone rang. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey," came Peter's voice.

"Peter," she said, a smile coming to her face, "Is something wrong?"

"Should there be?"

"No," she said, "No, jut wondering why you called."

"I was hoping you wanted to talk?"

"Well, I was just about to get in the shower," she said.

"Okay," he said, "We can talk later then?"

"I've had a long day," she said, "But why don't you drop by in an hour? We can talk then."

"Sure," he answered, "That's great."

"See you then Peter," she said.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Olivia hung up the phone and smiled before placing it back on the receiver. Wandering back to the bathroom she slipped into the water, sighing as the heat soaked into her skin. Her back muscles relaxed as the water soaked under her skin and she hummed happily and rolled her shoulders under the waves that lap on the sides of the tub. The water felt good, and she smiled, lolling her head back. She really was an FBI agent now, almost equal to Charlie in Broyles eye and it felt good to be that way now.

After an hour she climbed out and dressed in sweats and a loose tank top, towel drying her hair as she headed to the kitchen. She had just dropped the towel in the washer when the knock came at the door. She smiled and checked the peep hole to find Peter King standing there in jeans and a t-shirt, the most casual she's seen him.

"Hey," she said when she opened the door. Peter held one hand behind his back, the other hand held a packet of strawberries and a desert wine tuck in his elbow.

"I brought something to eat," he said, "And some wine."

"Great," Olivia said, stepping aside, "Come on in."

Peter glided past her and she grabbed the wine and food from to put in the kitchen. She kicked the door shut as he headed into the living room.

"So how was your day?" Olivia called from the kitchen.

"The same old same old," he answered, "Traffic was a mess though, some shoot out at a diner in Santa Monica."

"Yeah, I know," Olivia said sheepishly as she headed back to the the living room with the wine and two glasses and the strawberries. Peter had snuck in a board game and set it up on the coffee table. She stopped and looked and him with her head cocked.

"What?" he chuckled, "This is a board game, I'm sure you've seen them before," he smirked.

"Scrabble?" she asked, sitting down next to him. He passed her some letters as she passed him a glass of wine.

"Of course, to make our day better," he grinned. Olivia laughed.

"You have no idea."

"Tell me about it," he said as he started to play the game. He laid out the word 'corrupt' and then took six more letters from the box."

"Well you've already pretty much heard about," she said, playing out the word 'input' off his 'p'. She took 4 more letters from the box.

"The hostage situation at the diner?" he asked seriously, "That was you?"

"Well, not really," she said as he placed his word, "We were more like inside."

Peter looked at her, shocked as she spoke rather casually about what happened.

"We just walked into a hostage situation, we got two of the three guys."

"Wow," he said, shaking his head as she lay down her next word, "That's insane. Any idea who did it?"

"Yeah," she said, "A suspect we've been looking for. That's the same reason we came to your club. He frequents there."

"Oh really?" Peter asked, reaching for a strawberry and holding it up for her. She bit it and smiled at him.

"Yeah," she answered as he went back to look at the board. He was losing already. "Jesus Arnados, maybe you know him?"

"And he threatened you, with a gun?" Peter asked seriously, his eyes darkening as he looked up at her. He let his gaze drop the moment she came to look at him, playing out a long seven letter word that made him gain the lead.

"Yeah," she said, "Do you know him, Peter?"

"No," he said shaking his head, keeping his face away from her, "I don't. And it's your turn."

Olivia smiled and looked down. "Okay you've cheated."

"How?"

" 'fatbottom' is not a word. It's two."

"It's a song," he defended laughing, "And it's a clothing brand."

"Oh, so you want to play that way?" she teased, "I'll still beat you."

"I'd like to see you try Olivia."

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