ALL THAT YOU CAN'T LEAVE BEHIND

She Moves In Mysterious Ways

"Dunham," Olivia curtly answers her phone. The man insisting on being Peter Bishop stares at her mournfully. Behind her, Broyles is growling into his phone for back up and transport. Lincoln crosses his arms and glowers at the mystery man. "What? How long- No. Leave everything as it is, we'll be there soon."

Her partner across the room squints at her as he wipes his glasses with a white handkerchief. "What now?"

"Robbery and homicide, with a twist," she turns her back on the man with the sad eyes that makes her inexplicably guilty.

"I'm starting to live for these twists," Lincoln walks over to Broyles, glasses firmly in place. "It's our girl again, isn't it?"

The other Lincoln grins in amusement but maintains his attention on Peter, who also seems interested in this new case. "Maybe you and I should go chat with the cow."

Broyles nods in approval and gestures for Olivia to come closer.

"Her name is Gene," Peter tells Lincoln coolly. Walter peers at him with fear and longing from behind Astrid, who keeps an eye on everybody.

Wait Til The End Of The World

"What've we got?" Liv taps Charlie's shoulder as she walks by, looking around the hustle and bustle of the crime scene cheerfully.

"The late and unfortunate Joseph Smith," Charlie rasps, tapping on his tablet. "Get this, a parasite had wrapped itself around his heart and gave him a heart attack."

"Huh," at the mention of parasites, she raises her eyebrows teasingly at her partner. "Not as friendly as yours?"

"Apparently not," the two agents peer into the victim's opened chest. "One of the medics tried an emergency thoracotomy and found this..."

"Gruesome," she shudders. "How'd it get there?"

"Who knows, but the general consensus is that it isn't contagious," he shakes his head. "How did we get here, Liv? It's not enough that our days are numbered as it is, but we also gotta kill each other in such diabolical fashion."

Liv stares thoughtfully after the body as it gets wheeled away, "We will win the war, Charlie."

"Which war?"

"All the wars anyone chooses to spring on us," then she smirks at him. "Know why? Because we're the best, you, me, and- Where's Lincoln?"

The Heart Is A Bloom

"You're sure I can't help with your case?" Lincoln asks, leaning in without touching her before pulling back again. "I'm very good at solving cases, you know."

Olivia grins, but shakes her head. She looks around to see her partner getting last minute instructions from Broyles. The Peter Bishop man is in the car already, surrounded by other agents. Broyles isn't taking any chances this time. "You better get back before they think we've kidnapped you. But I would appreciate it if you could keep an eye on those molecular discrepancies around Reiden Lake. I have a feeling..."

"I know, and I will," he reassures her. Then as the car which will be taking him back to the Bridge pulls up next to them, Lincoln sighs. "I hate having to leave like this."

Olivia bites her lip, then coming to a decision, reaches up to the back of his head and tugs him close for a quick kiss. "I'll see you soon," she says softly. In another breath she's walking away, hands deep in her pockets and her golden hair blowing gently in the breeze.

Lincoln sighs again, but smiles and whispers to himself, "Soon."

Inside the car, Peter bows his head, his heart caught in an agonizing grip of loss and confusion.

Don't Say That Later Will Be Better

From the translucency of her skin, the victim had clearly been killed by a shapeshifter. Her husband, Malcolm Truss, a research scientist from Massive Dynamic had just been sighted in Rutland, Vermont. According to this side's Brandon Fayette who had worked briefly with him, the doctor is waiting for his appeal for further funding to be approved so he could complete his work on Cellular Replication.

Olivia doesn't need to be a genius to realize what the success of the project could mean for the shapeshifters. She rubs her lower lip and sighs.

"You wanna drive?" Lincoln asks.

"Hm?" Olivia pulls herself back from her dark musings, "Oh, no. Why?"

"Well, you always drive. Except today," he shrugs. "You've been fidgeting for the last hour, I figured it's because you're not used to not driving."

Olivia just looks at him for a moment, and then she smiles, "No, I don't mind you driving." Forcing herself to relax, she continues, "I was just thinking about these shapeshifters. Why are they doing this? What do they want?"

"And who's behind it all? Their technology, as evidently incomplete as it is, is quite advanced. Do you think the other side has anything to do with it?"

"I dunno," she frowns. "Lincoln- He said he'll keep his eyes and ears open for anything that could be related."

This Lincoln is quiet for a moment, and Olivia tries not to squirm. For three years she'd felt alone, and been alone - she had welcomed it, then feared it, then become resigned to it. And then suddenly, one after the other, all these men started appearing all over the place, making her think and feel and want...

"-I guess it'd be weird," he shrugs.

"Um. I'm sorry? What did you say?"

"I said, I'm glad the shapeshifter didn't do her thing with him," Olivia clenches her jaw at the thought. Not noticing, Lincoln shrugs and shifts his glasses, "It's strange enough knowing that someone else who is technically identical to me is walking around, living a life somewhere - quite another to have that someone be a hybrid person who can choose to be me at a whim, for some nefarious purpose."

Olivia straightens in her seat, "We really need to put a stop to this."

"Yeah, we really do," he nods emphatically. Then he glances at her, a small smile playing on his lips, "Do you think we should have a code or something? Just in case?"

You Don't Have To Go It Alone

They had found the gas station where Dr Truss had refuelled his car, and the body of the state policeman who'd called it in, but other than posing more questions, the trip had been largely unproductive. Then soon after their return to HQ, the prisoner was somehow able to access the shapeshifter's tracker and latch onto its current location down to the last degree.

The entire floor had stopped what they were doing and watched. And it was impressive, Olivia reluctantly admits to herself, but remembering the way he'd turned to her as though seeking her approval makes her frown.

Lincoln pulls his gun out and nods at her, "Are we ready?"

Clearing her expression and concentrating on the operation, Olivia tightens her grip on her gun as they round the corner of the port warehouse, "Team one in position."

Then Lincoln is kicking the door open, and they are flying through the warehouse and avoiding shots from the shapeshifter. It doesn't hit them, but they don't hit it either. When they find the doctor injured, she tells Lincoln to stay with him, and she gives chase with even more determination.

And then it's all over. Except, of course it's not.

The drive back to base is mostly silent and altogether subdued. Lincoln breaks the silence once to comment, "She- It can only escape us so many times."

Perhaps he's asking for affirmation, but Olivia, frustrated at her failure to be quicker, despondently stares at the setting sun and doesn't say anything.

Drag The Past Into The Light

She stands at the doorway of the room. Olivia cannot make herself step any further inside. When he looks up and smiles at her with such welcome and hope in his eyes, she fights the urge to cross her arms.

"What you said earlier," she unconsciously waves a hand as she recalls his words, "about talking to Walter as though he is the man you knew, but he's not, what did you mean by that?"

"In another life, he was- is my father," he rubs his face slowly. "But something went wrong, I was gone, I was somewhere, and now I'm here. I need his- I need your Walter's help to set it right."

Olivia opens her mouth to ask the question that had been bothering her since his appearance, but it takes her several attempts to voice it, "And me? In this other life, who was I?"

He gets up from the bed and walks toward her. She takes an involuntary step back and he freezes. A hurt look flits across his face and is gone. He looks down at his right hand before answering her, "Nothing. No one."

Despite hearing the lie in his words, and seeing it in his eyes, she lets it go for another day. "Walter will be here soon, I hope it goes better than this morning."

He barely looks at her this time and goes back to sit on his cot, with his right hand clenched in a fist.

Olivia stifles a sigh. When she finds Lincoln, he is packing his bag for the night, still appearing dejected. He declines her awkward attempt at cheering him up, and she wonders when she'd become so socially inept. Nina would be disappointed. Olivia smiles ruefully to herself as she looks around the almost empty office.

"Oh, hey, Jill," she calls to a passing junior agent. "Do you have those hourlies I asked for earlier?"

Looking confused the agent points to Olivia's desk, "I already gave them to you, Agent Dunham."