3 months.

95 days.

Thats how long he had sat in this cell. Well Brandor referred to it as 'free accommodations' while Peter was 'staying' here. But Peter just wanted to be home. Home was Olivia. Home was Henrietta and Charlie. Peter wanted so badly to just hold his family in his arms and tell them everything was okay. Day after day he sat in his cell refusing to talk to Brandon and tell him what he wanted to know. Day after day he waited for Brandon to ask him what he knew about injecting adults with cortexiphan and having them survive. Day after day he told Brandon nothing. But today was different.

"Hello Peter." Brandon said as he entered. "I have some news for you."

"What, a new torture method for me?" Peter said bluntly.

"No, but wouldn't that be fun? Your wife is here."

"Olivia?! What have you done to her?!" Peter thought his heart would beat out of his chest with worry.

"Getting a little testy are we? I haven't done anything to her. Olivia came here on her own free will through the machine to find you. I wonder if she knows anything about injecting adults with cortexiphan? Shall I ask her? She would be a wonderful test subject." Brandon ginned a wicked grin.

Peter Stood up and stared down at Brandon. "Leave her alone, or I swear. . ."

"Swear what Peter? Now get back in your bed and I'll return when you have calmed down."

Knowing that yelling would be futile, Peter sat back down. Olivia was here. God, he missed her so much. He knew she could hold her own.

Back at their desk Olivia was on the phone with Elizabeth. "Hi, Mrs. Bishop, Elizabeth. It's Olivia Dunham."

"Olivia! How wonderful to hear from you. Are you on your side?"

"No Elizabeth, I'm here."

"Oh, looking for Peter I assume. Did you bring the kids?"

"Yes. We are staying at Olivia and Lincoln's house."

"Well why don't you come over for dinner. I would love to see my grandchildren and It might be nice to relax for the night."

"Thank you Elizabeth, that would be nice. Let me just call Lincoln to tell him we'll be out for the night. Bye Elizabeth."

"Bye Olivia. See you at seven thirty."

Olivia hung up the phone and sighed. The kids would love to see their grandmother and Walternate. Hiding the pregnancy from them would be hard, maybe she should tell them, but then again she didn't tell Broyles or Astrid or Walter. Call Lincoln, that is what she should do next. Olivia held the phone up to ear while she waited for Lincoln to pick up.

"Agent Lee." Lincoln answered.

"Hey Lincoln, it's Olivia. Hows everything going?"

"Hey Olivia, things went great. It's a boy. His name is James Henry Lee."

"Congratulation Lincoln, thats wonderful. Hows Olivia?"

"She's resting right now, but shes doing well."

"I'm actually calling because the kids and I are having dinner at Elizabeth's house tonight and I was wondering if you wanted me to leave your kids with the sitter of drop them off at the hospital on the way?"

"Would you mind bringing them by the hospital? If thats not too much to ask."

"Not at all. We'll be by at around seven. See you then."

"Thank you Olivia, see you then." He hung up. Olivia set down the phone and looked up at the clock. Shit, she thought, six fifteen. Saying goodnight to Agent Mason and some other people Olivia exited the building and headed to her car. But when she got there a letter was tucked under the windshield with her name on it.