Olivia ran as fast as she could through the halls of the building she had long ago escaped. She ran as fast as she could and finally came to the door where she heard the screams of the man she loved.

She opened the door and immediately cautiously walked in, her arms were grabbed by guards and seconds later she was shoved on her knees in front of the machine that Peter was in. He was dying she knew that, the machine was working and the only thing protecting them was the force field around it.

She looked up at him and he looked at her through tears and burns, Peter was in extreme pain and it was if nothing could stop it.

"This is the price of your foolishness girl." Walternate walked over and looked down at her, "you were going to be spared the sight of watching Peter die, giving you time with my granddaughter before your death but you leave your child for him...you tear into my building and attack my guards. You'll watch him die and you'll be able to do nothing to stop it."

Olivia looked at Peter, she saw he was moving his mouth, trying to speak through the pain. The words he spoke would be his last and it made her wonder what he would say...who it would be to, her or to his biological father...damning him like Peter had wanted to for so long.

"I...I lov...love you Livia, you...you and...and Olive."

"I love you too, so much Peter."

He groaned in pain before looking at her again, "tell...tell her Daddy lov...loves her and...and always will. I do...don't regret her...or you...Sweetheart."

Olivia broke into tears and nodded, "I know and she knows...I love you Peter and I regret nothing, nothing expect we didn't have more time."

He screamed, his head thrown back and Olivia struggled with the guards but they held her in place as it happened...it burned Peter from the inside out. His screams were all she heard before his body went limp and silence filled the room, Peter was dead and her world was gone.

Even the mental cries of her daughter couldn't keep Olivia from feeling empty and alone, she wanted to die because she was alone. She heard the click and looked up to see Walternate holding the gun before her head.

"I will take care of my granddaughter, I promise you. However that name will have to go...she'll be called something else."

Olivia whispered but it was loud enough to hear. "Peter named her, don't take away the only thing he gave her...please." She spoke louder the second time, "you took away her father, you took away her mother, you tore her from one of her worlds and killed her entire family...don't take away her name...its all she has left."

"Fine, she'll keep the damn name but you're right...you'll be taken away too."

Olivia sighed and looked at him, "just answer me one question before you fire the gun."

"Your last request, name it."

"Was it worth it, destroying an entire world for one man who only wanted to save your son? Who's wife was the one who didn't let him go when Walter planned to bring him back...was it worth it? Was killing your son worth it? Is killing the only woman he loves worth it? Is taking his daughter from him worth it? Was it all worth it...it doesn't change the fact Peter was taken, it doesn't change the fact that so many are dead and it doesn't change the fact that this world is still dying. So was it worth it?

Walternate looked at her, "it doesn't change it but it is worth it, goodbye Olivia."

"I'm glad Peter said Walter was his father and called him 'Dad' when we left because you're just a DNA sample...Walter was his father and Olive's true grandfather."

"Peter was my son!" He fired the gun and darkness came, nothing else.

Olivia sat up panting, she looked around and found herself in her bedroom alone. Getting out of bed, she headed to her daughter's room and found the infant asleep and fine, she was perfect and Olivia looked at Olive.

"I love you, I'll never let anything happen to you."

She left Olive after placing a kiss on the baby's head and walked to Peter's room, she found him on his back asleep. He slept on one side of the bed and the other half was void of any disturbance, the sheets were still semi-straight.

Despite everything, Olivia looked at the clock and saw it was five...way too early to wake up but she didn't want to be far from Peter. Taking a gut chance, she walked over to the bed and slipped in beneath the covers on the unused side of the bed. She faced Peter and wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms but decided against it, staying where she was.

Burying her head in the pillow she took in the scent that was on them...it was all Peter and it comforted her. Olivia fell asleep to the scent and the fact Peter was not far away, feeling as if everything was going be alright.

Peter woke the next morning feel more warm then he normally did, something soft also tickled his nose. Opening his eyes he found blonde hair in his face and fabric under his hand. Moving his head slightly backwards he found himself spooned into Olivia. She had her back to him and his arm was around her waist, her arm over his.

He glanced at the clock and found it was eight in the morning, Olivia was usually up with Olive but it seemed both of his girls were still asleep as the baby monitor had no noises coming from it. Knowing that he wouldn't get another chance in a while and risking his life, Peter decided death was worth the risk when he laid his chin between her shoulder and neck, kissing her neck lightly before closing his eyes again.

Peter only woke to his daughter's harmonious voice an hour later, Daddy I hungry.

It wasn't demanding but soft and full of need, almost as if she didn't want to disturb them but hunger was gnawing at her to do so. Peter began to sit up but Olivia tightened her hold in her sleep so he placed his hand on her head and leaned down kissing her.

"Let me go Sweetheart, Olive needs me."

He didn't know if she was awake, semi-awake or just let go in her sleep but Peter slipped away after kissing her head a final time. He didn't want to leave her knowing he may not get the chance to hold her like he had been for a long time in the future but his daughter was first.

He found her staring at her room as she normally did and a small gurgle came when he picked her up. "How's my princess this morning, let's get that diaper changed and then we'll get a bottle."

Having read as many books as he could in two weeks and watching countless childcare videos, courtesy of the Child Development...he had a general idea of what to do. Plus one of the specialist in CD had been kind enough to show them the basics of child care such as changing, feeding and bathing.

He changed her and got her dressed in a onesie that was so adorable that he nearly laughed when he saw it for the first time, apparently having been a gift from Broyles. It was defiantly meant for a kid who's mother, father, grandfather surrogate aunt and uncle worked for the FBI.

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After getting a bottle, Peter headed back to his and sat on the bed as he fed Olive, just watching her mother sleep. Olivia had turned over from the direction she had been in but was still asleep.

He noticed her shirt for the first time that he had failed to that morning, it was actually his shirt...his MIT shirt that he thought she had thrown out with everything else that had been evidence of the other Olivia. He didn't care, in fact it didn't matter...everything that had been there of his had no meaning except for the journal Olivia had bought him the Christmas before all hell broke loose. He'd taken it with him to the other side and brought it back, mainly because of the pictures and notes inside.

That had been the only thing he wanted back and before he could ask her for it back, she had just handed it to him one day with a meek voice saying she knew how much it meant to him as he had even taken it to the other side and back. He asked about nothing else and she said nothing either.

With his free hand, Peter placed a hand on Olivia's head and combed the bangs back...he hated them and defiantly hated the red hair.

Olivia smiled and opened her eyes, moving her head to find Peter looking at her. "Hey."

"Hey, did you sleep good?"

She nodded, "better than I have in years," she sat up and scooted to the top of the bed, sitting beside him. "How long has she been up?"

"She woke me about ten minutes ago, she got changed and now is getting fed." Peter watched as she locked eyes with the baby, who put a hand out towards her. Olivia took the baby's hand and smiled. "I woke to find someone in my bed, some blonde that didn't belong there...happen to know how that happened?"

"I guess she just needed to be near comfort and so she curled up with the first available guy within walking distance."

Peter caught her smirk and kissed her nose, "you're welcome any time, in fact despite being woken up by this girl, best sleep I've had in years as well...mostly due to Walter." Peter chuckled, "nice shirt by the way."

Olivia smiled, "some guy left it at my apartment, I decided it was comfortable enough to sleep in and so I stole it."

"Well either way, you look sexy as hell in it, remind me to thank the guy if we run across him."

Silence fell through the room and after a while Peter finished burping Olive and laid her on the bed between them, both laying down on either side of the child. It took a few moments before Peter spoke again.

"We should do something together, all there of us. We should go to New York, have lunch and walk through Central Park together." He looked at Olivia, "we haven't done anything family related since we brought Olive home."

Olivia thought about it, she'd woken up in bed with Peter that morning after a horrible and terrifying nightmare and for the first time since she had learned about her alternate and Peter she felt as if she was his world. He hadn't known his slight movements had woken her and all she had done was lay there with her eyes closed listening and taking in everything till he left and she fell asleep again.

Having him hold her, kissing her neck tenderly and call her 'Sweetheart' in the most intimate way possible gave her hope that everything he had shared with her alternate had been nothing at all. They'd revealed everything of what happened while apart, almost kissed and shared the same dream although it had been Olive who had supplied it but in the end it made her feel as if she had Peter to herself once again and she wanted that...a family, a husband who would look at her as if she was his entire world and children, not one but at least five.

But they had to start somewhere and a family outing, just the three of them, seemed like the perfect idea. She smiled at Peter and nodded, "sounds perfect."

So they sat in an Indian restaurant four hours later, thankful for the quick jet of Massive Dynamic that took only two hours to reach New York from Boston. Indian was Olivia's favorite so Peter decided to use his Massive Dynamic paycheck or at least a tiny fraction of it and paid for an expensive meal for her. Olive laid in the chair beside Olivia in her car seat just looking around and many people just gushed over her...the waiter included.

"Oh you're such a beautiful girl...she's such a beautiful baby." The waiter was Indian descent and from the accent, a foreigner who had become an American. "I remember when my Lalisha was her age, most beautiful baby in our village...she was the pride and joy of us all. Now I warn you young parents, they grow up faster then you know...one moment they are tiny," he used his hands to show a tiny space, "and the next they are tall as you...acting as if they know everything. I have not asked the beautiful girl's name...what is her name?"

Peter chuckled, he and Olivia had been enjoying the man's story. "Her name is Olive."

"Oh, like the fruit...sweet name, sweet name. I get you your check, you wait." He left and Olivia chuckled, taking a sip of her wine. Peter reached out and took her hand, holding it.

Olivia looked around and smiled, she spotted a couple in the corner. "He's married but not wearing a wedding band, the indentation from the band are light but noticeable. The girl has to be late teens or early twenties...defiantly thinking of becoming his mistress in order to advance in her field."

Peter turned and found himself observing the couple, the game had been the same he had played on his first date with her alternate but Olivia was much better at it. He said nothing about the game as he didn't want to spark awkwardness like he had the day before. However it was different, same game but different air and he was enjoying it more.

"The question is...what is the field she's in?" He turned back to Olivia, "what do you think they work in for advancement to be necessary."

Olivia shrugged, "well she's too young to have finished criminal justice so I doubt its law or law enforcement. Two year degree could be business and he looks like a well dressed business man so I'm going to say corporate. She's young but has a ton of ideas and is willing to trade her body for the advancements that will only cause problems when the affair falls apart."

Peter gave a small silent clap, "bravo on your skills Miss Dunham, okay couple in the left hand corner...sitting apart but are still holding hands. He's the one holding her hand, its not mutual...I'm going to say an affair has happened and he wants her to forgive him. That or they are estranged and he wants a divorce and is begging her when she doesn't want it."

"Some reader of people you are Mr. Bishop," she turned and looked at them, "no, there's a man at the bar who had originally left the table when the man came over. He's wearing a wedding band and she's not, noting the resemblance of the two I'd say brother and sister. He's asking for her to stop the affair before it hurts her where in truth his words are 'stop before it hurts the family honor' because if you notice the tint in their skin they are Middle Eastern."

Peter chuckled and took a sip of his water, "I should have had you when I was doing cons, you'd have saved me a ton of money and time, not to mention protected me when I got stupid."

Olive whimpered and Olivia removed the bottle from the diaper bag and placed it near the baby's mouth, she took it greedily and began to suck.

"Your have a beautiful daughter," a woman across from them said and Olivia looked up, "she's absolutely a doll. How old is she?"

"Two weeks."

The woman smiled, "the sleepless nights must be a pain still, mine are six and seven but are with the nanny...you have guts raising her without professional help."

Olivia nodded and said nothing, the woman pissed her off think she couldn't raise her own child. Olivia knew more about her daughter than any professional would, besides she couldn't leave her with a professional as Olive had abilities and when they would emerge no one knew. She left her with her neighbor but Olive knew that she'd hurt Mrs. Hampton if she used her abilities so didn't and slept most of the time, by choice.

The check came and they dropped the baby carrier off at the car before Olivia put on a sling and placed Olive in it. They walked the rest of the way to Central Park, Peter was surprised when she took his hand in hers and held it.

He contemplated that they could be like any other couple that walked the streets, it didn't make him shocked when guys on the street, single men, looked at him with envy as Olivia's was beautiful even if she didn't accept she was. He often found men looking at her as they worked cases, wondering how a beautiful woman had ended up in law enforcement. At times he himself wondered how he got so lucky with Olivia as she was too beautiful to be with him...that made Olive's chances of turning heads sky rocket now that he actually thought about it.

"New rule with Olive," Olivia turned to him and smiled.

"What this time?"

Peter sighed, "in the past fifteen minutes of this walk, I've counted twenty men who have looked at you and then looked at me with envy. You're beautiful and you turn heads without even trying so that means that Olive is going to do the same thing...no dating period, not even when I'm dead. She'll be taught to avoid boys, an all girls school will do it...an all girls Catholic school."

Olivia laughed and touched her free hand to Olive's nose, "Daddy is being silly, he forgets that once girls in all girl Catholic schools get free that they go wild...its better to go to a co-ed campus."

Olive's little harmonious mental laugh was heard, Daddy funny!

"I mean it young lady, you are not dating...at least not until I've ran three background checks, have met the kids parents and have placed a subdermal GPS tracker under your skin...then I'm going on the date with you...and bringing your mother's gun." He pointed to Olive, "just watch me."

They got to the entrance of the park and were talking when Olivia's name was called, she turned to see her ex-boyfriend, Lucas Vogel. "Olivia," he chuckled and looked at her, "look at you...the tough agent who always seems to work herself to death and is single by not account of trying has got herself a kid."

Olivia nodded, "its good to see you Lucas," she looked at Peter. "This is Lucas Vogel, the man that I met with in Germany when dealing with Jones."

"Thanks for your help," Peter held out his hand and Lucas took it, "Peter Bishop, I..."

"Heir to Massive Dynamic, I know who you are...I have stocks in Massive Dynamic so I tend to keep an eye on who is running the place." He pointed between them, "you two know each other?"

"Peter is my boyfriend." It came out before she could stop herself, "and my partner, we work together...he was on the other end of the phone when I called from Jones' cell."

Peter was silent, mulling over what was said, Lucas went on to explain why he was there and then departed after well wishes and goodbyes. Olivia turned and looked at Peter, as if waiting for what he would say. Finally words found him and it only came in the form of a single word question and an eyebrow raised.

"Boyfriend?"