I am either on the ball for these last two chapters to get two updates in less than an hour or they are just terrible chapters. Let me know :D?
Chapter 14
Once the fire had been put out, Broyles had sent in a team to search the building. Finding one set of human remains, the coroner was called in. Fearing the worst, Broyles had the coroner give him a description of the body on site. "Male, age, approximately 50 years old…" Broyles mind shut off after hearing the age. Confident that it was neither Olivia or Peter, he sent out another order to keep searching the building.
"Sir, there is nothing here. We have searched the whole building. We can't find…wait a minute, Sir there is a room at the back of the building, it looks to have had it's floorboards broken. There is a bunker hidden here. We are going to get a team together to search it." The agent's voice echoed over the radios.
"I want updates Agent." Broyles had taken his authoritative voice back, barking orders to all the agents around him.
Silence over the radio was broken by the sound of agents yelling to each other and an agents voice speaking directly to Broyles, "Sir, we found a trail of blood leading into a corridor."
"Follow it agent."
"Yes Sir."
The pain in Peter's arm was starting to make him nauseous, but he was determined to keep going, he suddenly found himself in an open room. Taking the last step into the room, the lights flickered on. Taking a moment to allow his eyes to adjust he found a set up almost identical to the lab at Harvard.
Lined around the room Peter found 5 beds, 4 of which had children as young as 3 strapped down. Most of them very quiet, and still, breathing, but still. Shocked for a moment, Peter brought himself out of his trance and placed Olivia down on the closest empty bed. When she fought to keep him by her side, he whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, I'll be right here, I just need to check on these children." With that she let go of his hand she held on to so forcefully.
Peter took the beds one by one. Ripping off the blind folds and unstrapping the child's arms and legs. Making sure they were not bleeding or in too much pain, Peter spoke loud enough for all to hear, "It's ok. I'm here to help you. I'm with the FBI." Some children cried while others remained quiet.
One child in particular had sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Are you really?" His eyes locked with Peter and Peter just smiled. "Yes I am. See that girl over in the corner, she is an agent too. We are both here to help you." While speaking to the child Peter had helped the rest of the children off the beds and made them sit on the floor to make sure they didn't wait or hurt themselves trying to get away.
"My name is Peter, what is yours?" Peter waited for a moment before he spoke.
"James. My name is James. I just want to go home to my mommy and daddy." A small tear found its way down his cheek.
"I know James and you know what, I promise I will get you all back to your mommies and daddies. Ok?" Looking around the room, he found all four children nodding at him.
Bringing Olivia to his side on the floor, Peter took a seat and had a rest with the children. His attention was brought to the corridor he had come from. Voices and flashlights could be seen and heard in the distance and Peter held his breath that it was the FBI coming to their rescue.
"Agent Dunham? Agent Bishop? Are you in here?"
Sighing again Peter raised his good arm, the one not holding Olivia to his side and nodded.
"Yea we are here and we also have the missing children." Watching as the agents dropped their flashlights in favor of the lighting in the room the sight in front of them would be enough to have the saddest person smile.
There sat Peter Bishop, surrounded by young children huddled close to his side, frightened of any one who came near them and on his lap sat an unconscious Olivia.
"How about we get out of here kids?" The agent in charge spoke up with a smile on his face.
One by one the agents took a child in their arms and made their way out of the old bunker. Although he was still injured Peter refused to give Olivia to the agent and so he carried her out of the bunker and to the bright sunlight outside.
Paramedics took the children from the agents to make sure they were ok. Most just suffered from cuts and scratches and Peter was happy for that.
"Peter?" Olivia voice filled his ears and he smiled down at the still form in his arms.
"Hey Liv. How are you feeling?" Placing her gently on the gurney offered by a paramedic, Peter took a seat on the end of the ambulance to be checked out. Turning to the side, so he could still be checked over, Peter never took his eyes off of Olivia, who was watching him over the paramedic who was working on her broken ankle.
"Ok, Mr. Bishop. This is going to hurt." After being informed that they had to pop his shoulder back in then and there, Peter waited for the pain to come and when it did, it was so excruciating it could have made a nun swear.
"Jesus Christ!" was the nicest thing that came from Peter's mouth the moment they pushed his arm back and his shoulder forward.
Laughing to herself slightly Olivia thought it was about time to let the pain killers kick in and do their job.
Smiling back at Peter, who was now watching her again, "Thank you so much" was the last thing that came out of her mouth before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Looking away from her for a moment, Peter's eyes fell on the sleeping child in Broyles arms. Pushing the paramedic off of him, Peter made his way over to Broyles and could have sworn he saw the faintest of smiles on his face.
"Sir, how is she?" With no regard for himself Peter reached out for the child, who instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck when she came in contact with his chest.
"She cried herself to sleep. I couldn't bring myself to put her down. You know what you did was dangerous and reckless Bishop." Broyles and Peter stood eye to eye for a moment and then Broyles placed a hand on Peter's arm. "Good job." Turning on his heels Broyles left Peter alone to tend to the child in his arms.
As soon as Peter shifted, Rayne opened her eyes and looked him straight in the eyes. Smiling the classic Dunham smile he had fallen in love with on her mother, Peter gently grazed his hand over her face, pushing away loose hair.
"Come on girlie, lets go and see mommy."
Not much may have happened in this chapter but I promise the next one will have more answers, as Olivia is allowed out of hospital and back into the lab. Hope the quick update was ok, not sure how I feel about the quick updates, don't want them to be too rushed.
More to come :D
Ash