Chapter 9
Sitting in his silent bedroom, Peter's mind wouldn't stop working. With an IQ of 190, somedays he wondered how he got any sleep at all, and then he realised that he will eventually go crazy. Crazy from his mind working overtime, crazy from working with Olivia on these cases, crazy from being angry with Olivia.
Who was he kidding he was crazy for being angry her. He knew that it wasn't her fault, but did she really not trust him?
Of cource she trusts me, she told me about her stepfather. The voice in the back of his head echoed.
Yea but what about her daughter? Another replied.
The first spoke again, She was scared. What did you expect?
Peter, do you know how crazy you sound? Arguing with yourself?
Shaking his head, Peter rose from his position on the bed. Glacning at the clock he knew his father and Astrid were still at the lab. She said she would call if she found anything but being that it was now after 10pm, he doubted as much.
Deciding he needed a walk, Peter grabbed his coat, keys and phone and left.
He found himself standing on the street outside Olivia's apartment. Looking into the lounge window he could see Olivia's silhouette. She was swinging Rayne around the room and he could tell she was laughing. Waiting just outside the door, Peter spotted someone standing behind one of the trash cans near Olivia's house. Taking a tep back into the shadows, Peter watched him.
The man, hidden from the light, seemed to be trying to get into Olivia's building. Peter watched as he placed his hand on the bricks, as if trying to find a loose one. Peter took a step, not out of the shadows but further towards the stranger. In an instant the man was up her front steps and forcing himself inside with one swift slam of the doornob down. Taking a split second to realise what had happening, Peter heard three things. 1. A child screaming, 2. Olivia grunting and 3. Glass breaking.
Jumping up the front stairs, Peter pushed himself into the house. Olivia was on the ground with broken glass around her. Noticing the coffee table was shattered but no little girl was in sight. Olivia looked up at Peter, glass specs glistening on her face, surrounded by blood drops.
"Peter?" Her voice came as a whisper but it held more force than he ever expected. On hearing the childish scream coming from Olivia's room, Peter sprinted off towards the room just in time to be knocked on his backside by a blinding flash of light. Thinking not of his own safety, Peter pulled himself up and slammed into the man who was holding Rayne sending them both crashing in to Olivia's cupboard.
"Rayne!" Olivia's voice rang out and then sudden silence. Peter rested his knee on the man's chest and punched him once in the face. The man's head snapped back and he passed out. Scanning the room Peter found nothing except a terrified Olivia. No child, no Rayne. Swallowing audibly Peter locked eyes with Olivia and waited. Tears's streaked down her face silently as she reached a hand for Peter, who met her half way.
Bringing her into his arms, he held her close while she cried. "Peter, what are we going to do? Where is she?"
Suddenly breaking from her, Peter took two steps and came to the unconcious man on the ground. Dragging him up by the collar, he slammed him in the chair, found some rope and tied him down.
Calling out to a shaking Olivia, "Liv, call Broyles and get him here." Turning to look at her, he found she hadn't moved from her spot in the middle of the room. One very unstable hand brought up to her mouth and she just trembled. "Oh, Liv. Sweetheart. It'll be alright. I'll find her. I promise."
Olivia suddenly pulled away from Peter and took a tentative step back from Peter. "You promise?"
"Yes Liv, you know I do!" Forcing her into his arms again she held onto him as if he was her life.
When Broyles had finally arrived, Olivia had seated herself in the corner of the lounge room, with her knees to her chest, tears streaking down her face.
"Bishop," Broyles voice caught Peter's attention, he stood and made his way to his boss.
"Not to good. It's like she is in shock." Peter shook his head but never took his eyes off of Olivia.
"Can you help her? Are you able to bring her back to us?" Broyles voice was stiff but his tone hinted at remorse.
"Sir, I don't know. She cried before you got here. I've never seen her cry like that but this is different. I guess I'll have to try." Shrugging his shoulder's Peter waited for a nonexistant reply for his boss.
"Well, we are going to take this guy to HQ and see if we can get anything out of him. Keep working on helping her out and if she comes to, bring her to HQ. I'm sure she'll want to talk to his guy." Nodding his head to a few Agents, Broyles followed them out while they dragged a still unconcious suspect.
Glancing around the room, Peter made his way back to Olivia, who still hadn't moved. Kneeling down in front of her he placed one hand on her knee, trying to get her attention.
"Liv, sweetheart. Can you look at me please?" When nothing happened he placed his other hand on her cheek and as if on instinct he looked up to meet his eye line.
"Peter?
"Yea, it's me. Broyles has taken the guy to HQ, did you want me to take you there?"
"Peter, we have to get her back…I can't let anything happen to her. What is something does…" cutting her but placing his lips on her's Peter's kiss was one more of telling her to shut up than anything else.
"Olivia Dunham, don't you dare think like that. We will find her and we will bring her back to you. Do you understand me?" Bringing her fingers up to her lips, Olivia could only nod. "Good. Well let's get you to HQ."
Nodding again, Olivia stood from her sitting position, but never let go of Peter's hand. It was her life line and she knew now, that he would always be there. Stopping suddenly, Olivia pulled Peter gently causing him to face her with an uncertain look on his face.
"I trust you." was the only thing that was whispered from her mouth
He could tell those words were probably the hardest thing she would ever have to syaout loud because it's all good and well to show someone you trust them but for Olivia to say it, was a big deal. Wrapping his arm's around her once again, Peter sighed into her hair.
"I know."
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