Peter heard his phone ring and he debated on answering it but knew he would since it could be Olivia. Sighing he grabbed his cell phone as he ducked into the living room, avoiding the pudding explosion Walter was about to set off.

"Hey there Livia, what's up?" Peter said, fighting the grin that she had called, but he only heard muffled noises and then a low groan. "Livia?"

Panic began to blossom in his chest as he listened carefully but then he heard her and his heart plummeted to the floor.

"PETER!" Her scream seemed far away but it was definitely a scream. "THEY'RE HERE, PETER! THEY'RE HERE!" Peter clung to phone and ran for the car keys and practically flew out the door.

"Livia! Hang on sweetheart, I'm coming!" Peter got into the car and sped off, running traffic lights and swerving around traffic and pedestrians until he arrived at her apartment. He hardly remembered the run up to her unit but when he saw that her door hung open his stomach clenched and he thought he'd vomit right there but he forced himself on. Once through the door he looked around and saw that her apartment was only slightly trashed in the main area so he went further in.

"Livia?" Peter called and picked his way back toward her bedroom and that's where the damage was the worst. Choking back the emotions he searched for her high and low and eventually stumbled upon her phone. He hung up his phone and dialed Broyles. "They took her again."

"What?" Broyles snapped, and then he heard him cover the phone and some mumbling. "Tell me what you know, Bishop."

"She called me and I heard a fight of some sorts and now I'm at her place, it's trashed and she's gone. She just barely got the message that 'they're here' before the fight ended," Peter said quickly.

"I'll send a team over now to collect evidence," Broyles said. "Stay there until they get there and then go home. Last time she came back it was to your place and with any luck she'll go back there again."

"Just make sure they hurry up," Peter grumbled and hung up. He performed his own search of her apartment while he waited hoping that some clue would pop up that would give them a lead to chase. They couldn't count on her being returned again.

Peter didn't have long for the forensics team to show up and he tried not to hover but he couldn't help it. He waited and paced, hoping that they would find something he didn't. He'd hung around for an hour before one of the forensics people stood up and with a set of tweezers put a hair into an evidence bag. Peter made a beeline for the not so lucky agent and immediately began giving him orders.

"I want that sent to the lab now, agent, and I want the results by tomorrow morning," Peter growled and the agent almost quivered in fear as he nodded. "Good."

"Bishop!" Broyles called out from Olivia's front entry. "Go home."

"But – "

"That's an order," Broyles said and though his voice was hard his face reflected the understanding he couldn't show in front of the other agents. He too was worried.

Peter wanted to object but eventually he gave in and went home to a panicked Walter who had no idea why he'd left in the first place or where he'd gone. After explaining to Walter what had happened he boarded himself into his bedroom, a fleeting part of him wanting Olivia to be on his bed like she had been last time because then she would be back and safe, but she wasn't. He was getting ready for bed when he remembered the shields that protected him from Olivia's thoughts and quickly dropped it in hopes of at least feeling if she was okay, but he felt absolutely nothing.

Anger and despair filled Peter and he paced the length of his room. He should've pushed the idea of her moving in with them more. He shouldn't have let her say 'no'. Knowing there was nothing he could do he took a couple tynenol PMs and forced himself into bed, hoping that maybe they'd link up in a dreamed state so he could know if she was alright.

As it was he'd not seen or felt her until about six in the morning when a flood of fear overwhelmed him as he was downing a cup of coffee the next morning. Peter staggered in place and forced his shields all the way down and reached out to her mentally.

Fear. Anger. Loneliness. Pain.

Livia, sweetheart, where are you? He willed that message to her and felt the change in emotions.

Hope. Joy. More fear. More pain.

Show me where you are. Tell me so we can find you.

He only felt the range of emotions again. It seemed their telepathy only worked one way so he would just have to suffer through what she was going through with her because he wasn't leaving her alone.

It's alright sweetheart, we're searching for you. We're all searching. Focus on my voice, baby. I'm right here with you and I'm not going anywhere.

He willed these thoughts into her mind to sooth and relax her. In return he felt her emotions slowly ease until they were a small mix of anger, confusion, and fear – though nothing like before. Peter kept his mind on happier thoughts sending them her way so she'd not feel as alone until exhaustion settled in and despite his best efforts he fell asleep at the kitchen table.

Peter wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, but the next he knew, Walter was shaking his should and muttering his name over and over.

"Peter wake up! There's a noise coming from upstairs," Walter whined softly, giving the kitchen ceiling a horrified look.

Peter started to his feet and put his hand over Walter's mouth to keep him quiet and that's when he heard a shuffling noise coming from upstairs.

"Walter, stay here," Peter said quietly and grabbed for the gun he kept under the sink, hidden for just such an occasion. With the gun in hand, Peter crept up the stairs, sticking to the wall until he got to the top and looked around. Seeing nothing he continued to clear each room until he got to his own and he entered it staying low.

Peter scanned the room and that's when he saw a form laid out on the bed; a form with long blonde hair and his heart clenched. He rushed to the bed, not caring if it was a trap or if her captors were still in the room. Kneeling beside her he brushed her hair out of her face to reveal that she was unconscious and had a cut on her forehead that had been cleaned up.

"Sweetheart it's time to wake up," Peter said, his voice wavering. He gently caressed her cheek and brought his forehead down to hers. He dropped his shields again and felt her unconscious begin to stir underneath. At least she was alive.

"Peter, don't go…" she murmured in her sleep.

"I'm not going anywhere," Peter said softly, choking back his tears. He'd be damned if he ever let her out of his sight again. It just wasn't going to happen, even if he had to stalk her.

Olivia slowly dredged herself from the depths of her nightmares and realized that she was no longer strapped to an examination table and from what she could tell she was now in a bed of sorts. Not wanting to give away her new state of awareness just in case she was being watched she kept her body still and listened carefully for other noises. After a few seconds she heard muffled talking from another room but nothing closer. Opening her eyes just a bit she peered around and realized the room was empty. A rush of adrenaline flooded her veins as she quietly slid off the bed and toward the window and began prying it open before she realized just where she was; Peter's room. Again. She turned back to look around and then she peered down at her scrubs-clad body and brought her hands to the baby bump lovingly, a slip of crumpled paper falling to the ground, and waited for her to kick her hand but nothing happened.

The bedroom door opened and she startled and looked up to see Peter enter, looking slightly panicked when he didn't see her in the bed but then their gazes caught and he rushed toward her.

"I – I can't feel her, Peter." Olivia said softly, the tears becoming more evident.

Worry welled in his eyes as he closed the distance between them and knelt before her, gently caressing her stomach.

"It's okay, sweetheart, she just needs a Peter story is all," Peter said, trying to sound reassuring as he went into a story about little red riding hood and after a minute Olivia felt the baby stir and then kick and she let out a sob of relief. Peter looked up at her, smiling brightly through shining eyes. He looked back at her stomach and placed a gentle kiss where the baby had last kicked. That's when he noticed the paper that fallen out of her hand and onto the floor. "What's this?"

Peter picked up the paper and unfolded it, reading it quickly and visibly paling.

"What?" Olivia asked, concern growing. "What does it say?"

"It – it says 'Bishop, take better care of her'," Peter read and gave her a worried look. He got to his feet and without any hesitation he pulled her into his arms and her head rested on his chest. "Livia, what did they do to you?"

"Tests, mostly to the baby but I think they gave me more cortexiphan," Olivia said quietly, not budging from his arms. "Peter, I'm beginning to think the baby is more the experiment than we were."

Peter nodded and kissed the top of her head. "Maybe, but I'm not letting anything happen to you two again – even if we have to relocate to China."

Olivia gave a half sob and laugh. "I hope it doesn't come to that," Olivia gave one last inhale to memorize his scent and then pulled away. "Rachel and Ella – "

"Are safe," Peter answered quickly. "They're staying at a hotel until your place is cleaned up, but I don't think any of you should stay there. If this really is about the baby, then they'll come back for you, Livia."

Olivia knew he was right. They clearly knew where she lived and since she and her baby were still alive it had to be for a reason.

"I guess I'll talk to Broyles about added security and maybe a new place –"

"Just stay here with us," Peter interjected.

"Peter, I'm not sure that's such a great idea…" Olivia said.

"Why not? If you'd been staying with us before you were taken it would've been a hell of a lot harder to take you," Peter argued.

"Maybe or maybe you or Walter would've gotten hurt. If whoever is behind this knows where I live, they'll know where you live too." Olivia said, her mind racing for a logical reason not to stay with him even the urge to never leave his side was overwhelming. She felt safe with him, but she didn't feel strong enough to fight the feelings she had for him and spend twenty four hours with the man.

"Then we all relocate to a safe house," Peter said, sounding like that was the final decision.

"A safe house?" Olivia asked in confusion. "I don't think we're that bad off yet, are we?"

"I don't know, did you want your baby to be safe?" Peter asked sarcastically.

"Of course I do!" Olivia said angrily.

"I'm sorry – I'm just tired of not being able to protect you and seeing you get hurt," Peter sighed, all the energy draining out of him. He couldn't stay made at her when she was alive and safe in his arms.

"I'll talk to Broyles and push the idea of a safe house for all of us," Olivia sighed.

"Well I already talked to him to let him know you were safe and I've checked on Rachel and she knows you're okay now," Peter said, trying to distract himself from holding her again.

Olivia nodded numbly, her hands running distracted circles on her abdomen. "Could I maybe borrow the shower and something else to wear?" She asked, avoiding his eyes.

"Yeah," Peter stepped back and made for his dresser, digging out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for her to borrow.

When he handed her the clothes she leaned up on her tip toes and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek before looking him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Peter. For everything," Olivia said, letting her emotions reflect in her eyes for once, and then turned toward his bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Sighing, Peter ran a hand through his already mussed hair and let his brain stop thinking for the first time in days. His heart was going a mile a minute as he contemplated his partner being absolutely naked just on the other side of the bathroom door. It was getting harder and harder for him not to make his feelings known to her. He'd thought that maybe since she was pregnant with another man's baby the appeal might have diminished a little, but if anything it had made his feelings even stronger. Peter had never thought of settling down with a single woman and raising children, but if it was with Olivia and Olivia's child it apparently made a world of a difference; not to mention she looked incredibly attractive pregnant which was something he'd never said about any other expecting woman. Forcing himself away from thoughts of her like that, Peter got himself ready for bed since it was two in the morning and he was still feeling the exhaustion of having linked with Olivia earlier.

Ten minutes had passed before Olivia finally emerged from the bathroom, the steam billowing out from behind her. Peter tried not to gape at her dressed in his clothes, her chest filling out his shirt a little more than it had the last time she'd worn his clothes.

"If you want, I could sleep on the couch," Olivia offered, seemingly clueless to his state of mind.

"Shouldn't it be me offering that?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I'm not kicking you out of your own bed," Olivia laughed lightly and it made Peter's heart swell to see her smile.

"We're both adults, I don't think we'd die sharing and we've done it before," Peter said hoping she didn't see right through him.

"I do take up a little more space than the last time," she grinned at her own joke.

"I think we can make do," Peter smiled and climbed into bed, the sense of dejavu tickling at his senses.

Olivia smiled in return and climbed into the bed, her body and senses now remembering what it had been like to sleep where she was now before. Facing Peter she laid out on her side and let her eyes drift shut.

"G'night," she whispered.

Peter's eyes remained open as he soaked in the sight of her peacefully falling asleep. "G'night." He whispered back.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I thought we could use a little pick me up after Friday's ep though. Review = looooove : )