OMG! I loved the new episode! This season is going to be epic! Hehe :D I did promise this, so here it is! The dream sequences in this chapter are actually a chapter of 'High School' I never published because I forgot about it…so I figured I would still use it. Enjoy and please please review, they encourage my writing

References: "…Ella's a sweetheart…" (The No-Brainer) "…I told her to let you sleep late…" (Inner Child), Olivia being able to remember everything (Jacksonville), two agent's at the lab watching Walter (The Day We Died), "…Walter on drugs and then there's Walter on drugs…" (Grey Matter)

Chapter 11 – Yours?

Blinking a couple of times, Olivia noticed that she had the feeling of being watched and not just being watched but the face was only inches away from her. Sighing, she allowed her eyes to open slowly only to find a small face blinking back at her, a down turned look on her face and a tear rolling down her cheek. "Ella?" Olivia sat up a little more seeing the sadness in the small child's eyes. She may have only been 18 months old but her face told a thousand stories. "Honey, what's wrong?" she was taking in Ella's face now, her hand to her forehead a little shocked at the temperature that was radiating from it. Ella groaned and whimpered before wrapped her arms across her stomach, another tear slipping down her cheek. It wasn't long until Ella was being pulled onto Olivia's bed, under the covers and being held to Olivia's side. "It's ok baby, does your tummy hurt?" The nod of the head against Olivia's side confirmed her suspicions, pulling Ella closer to her, Olivia rocked the child, hoping that sleep would find them both.

When she knew the Ella was asleep, Olivia slipped her further to the other side of the bed, making a little more room for herself to slip a couple of files onto her lap, taking the chance to do a little work before Ella woke up. It had been three days since they in interviewed Eastwick, and nothing had come up since, it was as if everyone was in hiding and all the information had vanished. They hadn't even been able to find any information on Eastwick himself, although Astrid was still going through the FBI database, trying to track down his name anywhere but there had been a lot of files to go through. Glancing at her sleeping niece, Olivia smiled, she was so happy to have someone else in the house for once; after Frank had left she had become fairly lonely, more for just the company than anything else, just having someone to chat to was the best thing about having someone else in the house. Letting her mind wander, she began to think about Peter, knowing that it was he who used to be that person, he who would make her smile when she down or who she turned to when she needed a push in the right direction.

And then he had left and her world turned upside down, she didn't trust anyone for quite a while and if she was honest with herself, she would agree that she didn't even trust Frank, not entirely. Sighing, Olivia rubbed her forehead, hoping to lose the thoughts of Peter and Frank and anyone else who would distract her from her work, she just wanted to get this case over and done with, so she could continue on with her normal, run of the mill murders. It was still only 7am by the time she had finished reading through the three files she had brought home with her, she decided that a hug from her niece was in order, pulling Ella into her arms, the toddler snuggled closer, warming Olivia's chest quickly. Resting her head on Ella's she slowly allowed herself to slip onto a peaceful rest.

As the old cruiser pulled up to the front of the house, Peter glanced down at the clock, 2.15am and then back up at the open light in the bedroom, he saw a figure standing at the window looking down and laughed. Rachel was waiting for them to come home. Sliding his arm around Olivia's shoulders, she began to awake from her sleep and she looked up at Peter and smiled. "Morning Sleeping Beauty. We are home." He kissed the top of her head and she yawned. Pulling away from him gently and smiled sleepily. "Thank you so much for tonight Peter it was amazing. The best birthday I have had in a long time." She placed a light kiss on his lips and he stopped her from leaving.

Snapping her eyes open, Olivia groaned, she hadn't dreamed about high school and being with Peter since she started college and they were still together, so now, knowing that they weren't together, she really didn't welcome the dreams of him and their time together. Hoping that it as just a one off, she closed her eyes again, the soft snoring of the 18 month old lulling her into a relaxed state.

Leaning up slowly, reaching for his lips. His right hand found her cheek and he pulled her closer, savouring the kiss. Olivia blinked as Peter disappeared, replaced by Charlie and totally different background, they were in the hall walking towards their lockers, having a free period in the morning, they decided the spend it together. "You like the tall type. Dark hair, blue eyes. Muscly but not over the top. And he has to be a bad boy. His name wouldn't happen to be Peter Bishop, now would it?" Olivia swallowed and looked back at Charlie, trying to look innocent. He threw his head back and laughed at her, "Livi, I can see how you feel about him, how he feels about you."

Her eyes flashed open again but this time she groaned. She always hated the way that Charlie could tell thing about her, how he was able to read through her words and see straight through her. She also hated that at the time, he was right. She did like the dark hair and blue eyes, the tall muscly structure of his body, she just wished that part of her still didn't. Slipping Ella off her chest, Olivia moved out of the bed, needing to distract herself from the memories of when she was actually happy, she slipped into the kitchen careful not to wake Rachel, who was asleep in the spare room. With the coffee already made from the night before, she curled up onto the couch, her laptop sitting on her knees while she ran searches through the FBI database, using pseudonyms to try and track down any new information, her profile of Eastwick lacking in the finer details she was so used to having.

A small light flickered from the spare room and Olivia realised that her sister was awake, something she didn't expect to happen at only 7.30am, her sister was a heavy sleeper, always sleeping in, something Olivia had always envied. "Hey, where's Ella?" the yawning sound of the mother came into the kitchen no doubt in search of coffee, much like her sister. "Well she woke me up at 6am, she didn't feel too well and so she jumped in bed with me, fell asleep not too long after laying down. Ella's a sweetheart." She smiled up at her sister who just rolled her eyes, "I told her to let you sleep late, I'm sorry, although she really isn't feeling well, she is my little trooper though." She patted Olivia on the leg before moving back towards Olivia's room, intent on waking up Ella and seeing how she was feeling. Something about what Rachel said struck a cord with Olivia. Little trooper, those exact words sent Olivia's mind into over time.

Being able to remember everything, she thought back to her conversation with Eastwick, more specifically she remembered his words, "never leave anyone behind. We are loyal to the end." Those were not words of just some crazy person who followed what he was told, those were words of a solider, those of a man who followed orders. Placing her laptop down on the couch, she leaned over grabbed his file, searching through anything she could find, hoping that maybe something topped out at her, it didn't. She stopped, placed everything away from her reach and thought for a moment, her glasses finding their way back on to her face, she had taken them off while talking to Rachel. Within in a split second, she was reaching for her laptop again, opening up the government database and using it to search for Eastwick's name in just the general government data. Doing so brought up more information than she could have wished for. Ryan Eastwick, 35. Former military sergeant, honorary discharge, 1998. Along with his military medical files and his list of achievements, there was nothing after 1998, it was as if he had just vanished.

Pulling her phone towards her, she dialled Broyles' ever familiar number, hoping that it wasn't too early to be waking him, needless to say, it wasn't. "Sir I was wondering if it was possible to get Ryan Eastwick's full military history, I have only been able to get limited information…yes sir…thank you sir." She snapped her phone shut in time for Rachel to come back into the kitchen, a small girl shuffling after her. "Ella, honey, how are you feeling?" The child only shrugged before rubbing her eyes and going over to the couch, pulling her stuffed teddy with her, curling up into a little ball. Olivia leaned over the side of the table to see what Ella was to do next but it was Rachel who caught her attention. "She had a tummy ache, ate a little too much last night I think." Rachel rolled her eyes before grabbing the bread, placing two pieces in the toaster, watching as Olivia moved from the table and over to the couch, bringing Ella onto her lap, letting her fall asleep once more on her lap.

Rachel came to sit on the arm chair opposite Olivia, smiling at the scene of her daughter and sister together on the small couch. "How are you doing Liv? How is work?" It was the first time they had had a chance to sit and chat, she knew that Rachel was going to ask questions about her job, about her failed relationship, about Peter. "Yea it's been good Rach, we have been caught up in a pretty big case at the moment, so honestly I'm glad I get a chance to lay here with her, I miss you guys…" Rachel leaned over and gave her older sister a kiss on the forehead, a silent agreeance with her statement. "We miss you too sweetie. So, is Peter still around…?" With a glare and roll of the eyes from Olivia she stopped short, listening out as someone knocked on the door.

"Yea I got it Liv." Rachel stood slowly, not wanting to drop her coffee, she moved towards the door, leaving Olivia in the lounge on her own. Olivia looked down at Ella who had scrunched her hands up into Olivia's top, she could hear the murmuring of voices in the hallway but not being able to make them out, she picked Ella up and held her close, walking towards the voices, Olivia found Rachel with her back to the house, Peter standing in the doorway smiling back at her. "It good to see you again too Rachel, I was wondering if Olivia was in…I have something for her." Peter was leaning against the doorframe, his usual charming smile plastered on his face. He looked up when he heard the floor creaking, Rachel turning as well, they both smiled at Olivia, each for different reasons.

Peter watched Olivia as she held the child close to her chest, much like she had done when he had seen them at the FBI building. The child opened her eyes slowly, taking in the different scene in front of her. Blinking a few times, her eyes found Peter's and she hid a little further into Olivia's shoulder, before leaning away from her slightly. Peter smiled at the girl, hoping that maybe a small smile would get one from her, and it worked. Ella reached her arm out towards Peter, who met it half way, holding the small hand in his. "Hello sweetheart, how are you?" As soon as he spoke she pulled her hand away from his and hiding back in Olivia's shoulders, giggling slightly. Peter smiled at Olivia, who had watched the whole scene, smiling gently at them both.

Peter decided that he should probably explain why he was there, instead of just being attracted to the small child in the room. "Ah, Livia, Broyles came by the lab and asked me to bring you this. Said you rang him about it…" He held out a small stack of files but hesitated when she reached for them, causing Ella to squirm. "Here, let me take her, I'm going to put her back to bed ok?" Olivia nodded as she handed the child to her mother, leaving Peter to hand Olivia the files. "She's a cute kid. Looks like you…" Peter was now just trying to make small talk, he felt a little awkward the way he was standing in her doorway, Olivia still in her pyjamas, something he hadn't seem in many, many years. She smiled at him, finally realising the look he had on his face, a small amount of awe wrapped up in a lot of shock. "Yea she is beautiful, Rachel is a lucky woman to have such a beautiful girl like Ella."

The look of relief in Peter's eyes confirmed Olivia's thoughts, Peter thought Ella was hers, that she had had a child while they had been in different countries. "You thought she was mine?" With the quirked eyebrow Olivia smirked at him, a look of embarrassment crossed his face. "I'm sorry Livia, I know it's none of my business. I can't believe how much Rachel has grown up though, she was just 13 when I saw her last." He was astounded by how much she had changed, although he was astounded at how much Olivia had changed as well. "She looks good." Olivia smiled at him once again, momentarily forgetting that he had walked away from her. Pushing back those thoughts, Olivia stepped aside from the doorway. "Broyles tell you what they were?" Peter shook his head as he watched her step away from the doorway. "They are Ryan Eastwick's military files. I was only able to find basic information about his time in the army so I figured Broyles would be able to get me more." Olivia blinked a few times, watching as Peter's lips upturned into a smile. "Did you wanna…um…come in and give me a hand going through them? Another set of eyes might really help."

"Ah yea sure, Walter is fine at the lab, Astrid is there with a couple of agents watching after him, they should be fine without us for a while." He stepped around her into the warmth of the house, shucking his coat and scarf, she took them from him, placing them on the hook next to her own coat, something they both found to be fairly domestic, but neither brought it up. "Come in the kitchen, have a seat, I'm just going to get changed…one sec." Peter watched Olivia walk away from him, the sway of her hip on the low riding grey tracksuit pants, her Northwestern t-shirt sitting higher on her hip than it should have been, due to having Ella sitting there not long ago, a small patch of creamy skin in his full view. "Stop checking out my sister Peter…" Rachel's voice caught his attention and he looked back to find her placing a cup of hot coffee in front of him, a large grin of her face. "Sorry," he murmured as he reached for the coffee, glad to have something to distract him.

"So Peter, did Walter remember anything else about the safes or maybe the next bank?" Olivia came back into the kitchen a pair of jeans on instead of her tracksuit pants. Rachel took this as a sign to leave them alone so they could do some work but not before giving Olivia a saucy wink and grin on the way out. "Oh, nah not yet, you know Walter, there's Walter on drugs and then there's Walter on drugs…" he laughed until he saw the concerned look on her face, "Don't worry about it. I have been meaning to ask you though, how did you know that Eastwick was military? We didn't find anything in his records that suggested it." She took a seat next to Peter, bringing the file closer to her so she could start to study it. "Well honestly it was something Rachel said about Ella, about being her little trooper. Then I remembered that Eastwick said something about being loyal, being a solider. So automatically I assumed military, but all I could find was basics before '98, then it was just like he disappeared off the face of the earth." Peter nodded as he took in what she had said, pulling another file close to him to start to look through it. Within fifteen minutes they were both emersed in details and pages of notes, hoping for something to stick out.

The vibrating of Olivia's phone was the only thing that caught their attention over the next hour. Peter listened as she spoke, "Yes sir…if you're sure sir...you want me to bring the Bishops? Oh just Peter? Sure Sir. No problems." He watched her for a moment as she dropped the phone. "Something wrong?" he couldn't help but ask. "Ah no not really…we were just 'invited' or ordered to make an appearance at a function the FBI is holding. Broyles wants us both their as part of the new team they want to put together. They want me to lead it, and he asked for you to be there as well, Charlie can't make it. He also said it was black tie…" She watched Peter's face for a moment before continuing, "It's in less than a week, so we have a bit of time still." She turned back the files in front of her, not seeing the smile on his face, if it was black tie that meant she would have to wear a dress, and anything to take a break from this case and see her dressed up, was something he was willing to do at a moments notice.

A little review? Please :D hehe :D