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12pm

Olivia sat up, blinking several times as her heart pounded in her ears. She ran her hand through her hair as the last whispers of the dream faded from her consciousness. Every fibre in her body was tingling and her rapid, shallow breathing made her feel light headed. With determination she held on to the handrail of the pew in front, trying to anchor herself back to reality.

'How did you find me, White?' her voice sounded as rough as sandpaper.

'I found you lying down and snoozing'

White was sitting at arms length in the pew in front of her with a smug look on his face as his lips twitched suppressing an outright laugh.

Olivia pursed her lips pushing her jaw forward as her eyes narrowed and she reached for her gun.

'Ah, looking for this…?' White was holding her gun, magazine removed and shrugged

'Sorry but after last time, I wasn't going to face you without disarming you!'

'Where is Summers?' hissed Olivia eyeing her gun while cursing White under her breath.

White glanced at his watch.

'I estimate he will have arrived at cruising altitude by now on his way back to England.'

'What, you let him escape?' her voice rose in alarm

'No, of course not! Thanks to your help I caught him. The commotion on the street with all those people and firemen was just the diversion I required to apprehend him. He is returning home to be a guest of her Majesty.'

White's admission had caught her off guard which was clearly reflected on her face.

'Now, now, Dunham, there is no way I was going to allow you to take him into custody. The implications of his arrest…' his voice faded as he shook his head in dismay.

'Anyway, I didn't want to keep you from getting to Peter Bishop in time. How is he by the way?'

'Don't you dare change the subject! You unlawfully removed a man sought in connection with crimes committed against US citizens! Do you truly believe you will get away with that?' Olivia's voice had dropped to a low growl

'Olivia, just think about all the paperwork I saved you…'

'Cut the crap, White'

There was a noticeable chill in the air.

All levity vanished from White's face and his arctic blue eyes darkened.

'I assume the night's events, lack of sleep and worry for your friend may have impaired your assessment of the bigger picture, so let me spell it out for you. Your CIA has been using Summers to buy British military secrets….now generally nothing too shocking about espionage, we know it happens and if not I would be out of a job, but to "out" a supposed ally by dealing with this through official channels, arresting Summers, requesting extradition of Summers and don't forget Peter Bishop…consider the paper trail, the political repercussions, hell, countries have gone for less to war, Dunham!'

He replaced the magazine in Olivia's gun and handed it back to her.

'I have just made a big headache go away for the US government, protected Peter Bishop for you and I did expect a bit more gratitude.'

His smile did not reach his eyes as Olivia noted.

She put her gun back into the holster and looked up at White searching his face intently.

'You honestly want me to believe that you're the good guy here?' incredulity echoing in her voice.

He sighed at Olivia's stubbornness.

'You can believe what you want, Olivia. I have given Broyles deniability. What should worry you more though is that the CIA came after Peter and tried to kill Walter. The attempt on your life was opportunistic on Smith's part but would have had its advantages for the CIA. Your reputation precedes you and they knew you would have never stopped looking for Peter.'

'All this is because of the work Peter did for Summers?' Olivia instinctively felt for Peter's letter in her pocket relieved to find it untouched.

White shrugged.

'On the surface that is what we are led to believe but there may be another reason why the DST came after the Bishops'

'Smith is DST?'

'Yes,' nodded White 'I take it you have come across them before?'

Olivia narrowed her eyes remembering the case where DST wanted the empathic boy delivered to them and she arranged for his disappearance.

'Yes and they weren't happy campers' admitted Olivia a frown forming on her face.

'So what tech did DST get from Summers?'

White gave Olivia a long silent look the muscles in his jaw working.

Olivia learned forward and said with a smile:

'…. of course you could tell me but then you would have to kill me, right?' sarcasm dripping from each word.

'What they got isn't important, but they have not been able to successfully build it. I'm guessing Peter switched a detail or two in the blue prints but it would help if we knew for sure'

Olivia had to fight down the urge to laugh out loud at Peter's duplicity.

'Yes, that would be like Peter! …and that's why you're here. You want to have a look at the DVD?'

Olivia stood up, straightened her clothes and walked out not waiting for White's answer.

FRINGEFRINGEFRINGEFRINGE

Impatiently Olivia tapped her fingers on the counter glaring at the nurse who was talking on the telephone. White was leaning up against the wall at the furthest end of the waiting area where he had the best view of the room and the exits.

It appeared that he wasn't going to leave until she handed over the DVD something she didn't feel the least inclined to do.

There was no way she was going to trust him on his say so alone. He was slippery as an eel and Olivia's ability to read people was failing her with him.

Her cell phone buzzed and she picked it up, walking a few steps away from the hub of the waiting area and covering her other ear with her hand.

'Dunham'

'Are you still at the hospital, Dunham?'

There was something in Broyles voice which made Olivia scan the room for White to get his attention.

'Yes, Sir…'

'Smith has been handed over to the CIA and released pending charges. The orders came from up high. I'm sorry, Dunham.'

She knew there was more. White had noticed the scowl on her face and his relaxed stance shifted into alert mode.

'The man we arrested during the raid to free Peter tried to escape and was shot dead by the pursuing officers.'

'Someone is cleaning up the mess, Sir.'

Silence on Broyles end indicated that he shared the same thoughts.

'I'm sending a security detail to the hospital for Dr. Bishop and Peter.

How is he?'

'He is still in surgery, Sir.'

'Is White with you?'

Olivia arched her eye brow in surprise at the matter of fact question. Obviously Broyles had sanctioned White's approach to dealing with Summers.

'Yes he showed up fifteen minutes ago. I was planning on coming back to the office after checking on Walter.'

'Good, I'll see you then'

Olivia put her cell back into her pocket and walked towards White.

'Smith has been released and our only other witness is dead. I'm going to wait for the security detail to get here and then return to the office. It seems it's not over yet'

White did not appear surprised by this information and Olivia started to smell a rat.

'You knew this would happen, didn't you?'

The tightly pressed lips of White told Olivia all she needed to know as he nodded.

'I was with Broyles when the order came to release Smith. Broyles was going to try to delay his release but looks like he failed. I have worked with Smith before and he is not to be underestimated. I'm here to watch your back, Olivia, help you and if still possible prevent this from becoming a political nightmare.'

Olivia's eyes narrowed as she stood there with her hands on her hips taking in the words from White.

'Who are you? Why does Broyles trust you? Why would you care if FBI and CIA go at each other throats?'

'Just your friendly neighbourhood Brit helping out a friend …' he flashed a smile before turning serious again.

'And, it's not FBI versus CIA…its Fringe division versus DST. They're pissed that your team is trespassing in areas which have been historically their turf.'

The serious tone in White's voice gave way to a chuckle of amusement.

'You don't realize what you did all those months ago when you found a way to access Walter Bishop's genius by getting his son onside. DST had tried unsuccessfully for years to pick Walter's brain… and then Broyles sets you up as a team to investigate occurrences that DST had put a lot of energy in to hide or suppress from any other agency. You picked up on subtleties that had escaped DST, put it together, making the connections to Walter's work, shaming them, outsmarting them at every move. Why do you think you nearly got shut down…the CIA had the knives out for Broyles little Fringe team only Peter Bishop's threat and offering of the shape shifters tech forced the players for the DST to back down, temporarily only mind you. They have regrouped and this is them coming after your team with a vengeance!'

Olivia stared at White for a long minute her mind working feverishly to digest all he had told her.

'Who are you?' she whispered

'I'm here to help. You need to trust me or this day may become one of the worse in your life.'

Olivia pulled a face. She thought about Peter and considered that the day already had come pretty close to that anyway. How could it get worse?

Ten minutes later she found out how.

Now what do you think about White...is he really one of the good guys?

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