Two days later, Serena was returned to the MD experimental campus. Peter andOlivia were at her apartment after he'd driven her home.

"Alright, I should go," Peter said as Olivia disappeared into the kitchen to get some water.

"Stay," Olivia moaned, sticking her head out from the kitchen, "I want to talk to you. Stay for a drink."

Peter waited a moment then smiled, "Well I'm not going to turn down free liquor."

Olivia laughed a little bit, then went back into the kitchen, Peter behind her. She pulled two glasses and a bottle of whiskey down from a cabinet and filled them. She picked both glasses up at held out out to Peter.

"To bringing Serena home," Peter offered.

"To bringing her home," Olivia echoed, tapping his glass.

Olivia downed her entire glass in one gulp and stared at it as she twirled it in her hand, "Peter," she said, not looking up, "I don't want to keep pushing you away."

"Well..." Peter trailed off, unsure of where she was going.

She looked up, "I want to know what Us feels like."

Peter gave a small smile, "How can I help with that?"

Olivia bit her lip then smiled just a little bit, leaning up and slowly, kiss him on his lips. She breathed and their lips mat again. Peter's arm moved around her waist and he pulled her closer, her hands on his chest. After a minute she pulled back and looked down.

"Is something wrong?" Peter asked.

Olivia looked up at him, "No," she moved pat him then turned around quickly, offering him her hand. He took it and she pulled him out of the kitchen and shut the door to her room behind them...

Two Months Later

Olivia paced back and forth in her office at the FBI. It was only ten minutes earlier that she'd watched trough the glass wall as Mary Carson was marched into the federal building, officially extradited from Canada and in the hands of the FBI.

"Olivia," Peter began, but was quickly cut off yet again before he could say anything.

"ugh! I don't even want to go in there! That woman makes me sick!" Olivia snapped, pounding her hands down on her desk.

"I can do it," Peter offered.

"Oh yeah, 'cause that's such a great idea. Whatever you would do to her has got to be worse than what I will. You're going to end up getting the government sued for harassment," Olivia said with harsh sarcasm.

" I'm not going to go in there and unintentionally set the room on fire," Peter snapped back, "Which is the path you're heading down if you go in there in this state!"

"I am FINE, Peter. I'm just disgusted at any woman who could have the nerve to attempt to kill her child TWICE. All I want to do is go into that room and beat some sense into that woman. She is the demon, NOT Serena!"

Peter put a hand on Olivia's arm and the other on her cheek, "Olivia, please, calm down..." he hesitated before saying the last part, "It can't be good for the baby."

Olivia's eyes shot up into his like daggers, "What are you talking about?" She snapped a little too defensively.

Peter sighed, "Olivia, you didn't think I wouldn't find them, did you? The tests? You couldn't have kept it from me. If you didn't want me to find them, you shouldn't have thrown them away in trash can we share," he said softly.

There was a pause before Olivia snapped at him again and turned away, "We are not talking about this now."

"That's fine," Peter replied, "Just please calm down. We don't need you to set the interview room on fire and we don't need you to go into a coma again, not now, so don't push yourself."

Olivia took a deep breath, "Ok. I have to go."

Peter caught her arm before she walked out the door, "If it gets too much for you in there, call me in, promise me," he looked at her, eyes wide and full of pleading love.

Olivia nodded and left, making her way to the interview rooms.

A few minutes later, Peter stepped into the tech room with a cup of coffee in his hand. He saw the door to the interview room open on the monitor and Olivia stepped through.

"Miss Carson, we meet again," Olivia said, laying a file down on the table.

"Where is my daughter," the woman demanded.

Olivia placed her hands on the table and her voice became dark, "I can assure you, you will not see your daughter again for a very long time, if ever." The woman just glared at Olivia. Olivia's jaw set and she flipped open the file, "Two counts of attempted murder. This is how we found your daughter the first time," Olivia said, sliding a picture of a disheveled Serena curled up in the airport across the table, "And this is how we found her after she was removed from the protective custody of our Massive Dynamic facility," Liv snapped down another photo, taken on her phone the day she had shown up in her apartment, of Serena drenched, lips still blue, eyes full of fear.

"She is a demon child!" Mary Carson growled, leaning forward in her seat.

There was a pause then suddenly everything happened quickly. Olivia leaned across the table and grabbed Miss Carson's wrist, pulling her hard against the edge of the table, and twisting her arm until she called out in obvious pain.

"Get someone in there NOW!" Peter yelled, setting down his coffee and running out. He was met at the door to the interview room by Broyles and two other agents and they burst into the room.

"Now, you listen to me, if you ever-" Dunahm began, in Mary's face.

"Dunham, let her go," Broyles snapped. Olivia tugged harder, still hissing at the woman, "Restrain her," Broyles commanded the agents, and Peter went around the table to pull back Miss Carson.

The agents held Olivia's arms and she struggled against them. They bang to pull her out of the room, but she stopped them.

"If that child is a demon, it's only because her mother is the devil," Olivia spat across the space, and finally relaxed, letting the other agents pull her into the hall.

Peter's eyes met Broyles and they both let out a deep breath.

Back out the hall, Olivia paced, running her hands through her hair as she waited for Peter and Broyles to come out of the interview room. It was a good ten minutes before they did.

"Dunham, go home," Broyles commanded immediately.

"What?" Olivia gasped.

"You heard me, go home. Or go up to New York."

"What about-"

"Broyles and I took care of it," Peter said emotionlessly, "Lets go home."

Olivia nodded silently and left with Peter, nothing left to say.