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Peter was finally able to drag himself away from the twins' room around midnight and all he wanted to do was crash for the night. He quietly opened the bedroom door in hopes he wouldn't wake Olivia only to find his efforts useless as she was relaxed in bed wearing his white button up shirt and reading a book.
"What are you doing up still?" Peter sighed. He'd really been hoping he could just climb under the sheets with her and get some real sleep.
"I thought if we're going to do this we should really know what we're doing," Olivia mumbled, lifting the book to show him what she was already halfway through.
Taking Charge of Your Own Fertility.
"Really?" Peter cringed.
"It came highly recommended," Olivia said, pulling the book back to continue reading.
"What happened to just being spontaneous and fun?" Peter inquired, starting to strip down to his boxers for bed.
"Maybe for the next one," Olivia murmured distractedly.
"Next one?" Peter froze, but then a large grin grew on his face.
Olivia froze and her eyes grew large with panic as she set the book down. "I'm sorry that just sort of came out and – "
Peter silenced her with a kiss that left her leaning into him before he pulled back. "I love you, Olivia Dunham."
"I love you too, Peter," Olivia murmured against his lips.
"Now how about you put that book away and we try and get some sleep before Maddox or Rowan wakes up," Peter said, slipping the book from her hands, marking the page she was on and setting it on the bedside table.
"I guess you have a point," Olivia murmured through a yawn as she stretched out and curled into Peter.
"Of course I do," Peter smirked, wrapping his arms around her.
"Peter, do you take a multivitamin?" Olivia whispered, already sounding half asleep.
"No," Peter answered, confused by this new train of conversation.
"You really should," Olivia whispered, still sounding almost asleep. "It really helps the soldier count."
Peter almost laughed out loud at her sleepy talk. "How about we worry about that in the morning."
"Mmmkay," Olivia said, yawning once more before her breathing evened out and she was fast asleep in his arms.
OPOPOPOPOP
Much to their surprise the babies slept through the night until six in the morning when they both needed a change of diapers and breakfast.
"Walter, can't you wait another half hour?" Peter half whined, trying to dress Maddox in a blue onesie. "The lab will still be there at the time."
"But what if I forget the idea in my head by then?" Walter complained, clearly upset over the idea of waiting. "Can't Olivia bring the babies by with her later?"
Peter frowned at the idea and tried to think of a response that didn't make him sound paranoid or overly worried. He just didn't like the idea of Olivia alone with the children because if they were attacked he wasn't sure she'd be able to protect herself and the babies if it came down to it and knowing Olivia she would sacrifice herself to save their new additions.
"I'll be fine, Peter," Olivia gave him a reassuring smile. "I was going to call Astrid anyways so she can come over and help out for the morning."
Peter nodded slowly. "Alright, alright," Peter caved. "Let's go to the lab then."
"Finally!" Walter cheered, already grabbing his sweater.
Peter leaned in to Olivia who was attempting to get a wiggly Rowan dressed in her red onesie and gave a her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Be safe," he said softly.
"Always," Olivia grinned, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before Peter left behind Walter, shutting the door behind him.
OPOPOPOPOPOP
"We've got a lead," Broyles voice came over Peter's cell phone as he was carrying samples across the room. "A man has last been seen with two of the victims was spotted by a family member of one of them and we've got his home address. The name on the lease is Thomas Michaels, but we're not sure if that's the guy we're looking for. I've got a team already about to break in, but I need you there to collect any immediate evidence."
"Okay, and Olivia?" Peter asked, already getting ready to head out.
"Leave her out of this for now," Broyles said. "I don't want to give this guy any contact with her in case he doesn't know she exists yet."
"I agree," Peter nodded. "Just give me the address and I'll be there."
Broyles relayed the address to him and Peter gave Walter a quick shout back to remain at the lab and tell Olivia he'd be back. By the time he got to the address Broyles had given him the SWAT team was milling around and the excitement seemed to have died down minus a few techs racing back and forth. He made his way inside the small rundown house and was pointed in the direction of the basement. Once in the basement his body froze as all the blood drained from his head.
In front of him was a video of the front of his house where Olivia and Astrid were each carrying a child and strapping them into the car seats. The bastard was already watching her. When he could finally move again he pulled out his phone and dialed her number and she answered on the third ring. He watched her on the screen as she reached into her pocket and waved Astrid to hold a second.
"Hey, miss me already?" Olivia was grinning on the screen and he could hear it in her voice.
"Wave your hand in the air," Peter ordered softly, the panic very evident in his voice.
"What?" Olivia asked, continuing with packing the vehicle.
"Trust me and just do it," Peter tried again.
"Fine, fine," Olivia sighed and waved her left hand in the air.
"Fuck…" Peter cursed. "You! Have Broyles send a team to that house."
The agent he'd stopped bobbed his head and pulled out a cell phone.
"Peter?" Olivia's voice came over the phone, the first hint of fear evident in her voice. "What's going on?"
"He's watching you, Liv," Peter half growled, wanting to throw a punch at something – anything. His gaze traveled around the room and that's when he noticed the photographs lining all the walls. Olivia playing with the twins in the backyard. Olivia and him in his bedroom doing very non-platonic activities. Olivia heading out to her car carrying a coffee and staring down at her phone.
"PETER?" Olivia's voice registered again and he snapped to attention. "Where is he?"
"I – I don't know," Peter stuttered. "Just get in the car and stay there until backup arrives.
"That's so not happening so you'd better just tell me," Olivia said sternly.
"Livia, please!" Peter begged, almost choking on the words as the camera seemed to zoom in on her.
"I don't see anyone around, Peter," Olivia said and he could see her spinning in circles, her blonde hair fanning around her as she searched. "Wait a second…"
He saw her staring directly at the camera as it zoomed out and she was walking toward it. "What are you doing? Just go back and stay with the twins!"
"The camera is unmanned," Olivia said, edging toward the device carefully.
"He must be controlling it from somewhere else then," Peter reasoned, his body sagging in relief. "I think we've found one of his bases here and you're not going to like it."
"Why? What's there?" Olivia asked, turning away from the camera so he could no longer see her face.
"This guy really has a thing for you," Peter sighed, frustration and anger settling into him completely now. "Maybe if we can find some prints we won't need to knock you up after all."
She was silent for a minute and Peter grew worried.
"Livia?" He asked, needing to hear her voice.
"You're right – of course," her voice sounded just a little strained. "I'll see you at the lab later then." And without waiting for a goodbye she hung up and he watched her go back to the car to relieve Astrid who looked more than a little panicked herself.
Peter distracted himself by overseeing the collection of evidence and trying not to let all the pictures of his Olivia; both intimate and every day, unnerve him. This creep was going to die for following her around like this and he was going to ensure it with his own bare hands. When he glanced at the screen again it was to see a few government vehicles show up and a load of agent filing out while Olivia, ever the boss, pointed and gave directions. Air rushed from his lungs as he finally relaxed more. She was safe for the time being and that would have to be enough.