Rise"No! Olivia, I won't let you do this!"
"Why not? We need him for this case - we need his hand's on involvement!"
"Not on this one. Not on your life."
"Why not? We need Walter! He's the only one who's seen something like this before. We can't do it without him!" Silence. "Why don't you want him to do it, Peter? What's wrong?"
"Olivia... please... It's Walter. Since when does he need a reason to stay away from something that could be mentally traumatizing?"
"Peter..."
He looked out the window. "It's the way my mother died..." He turned his face to hers and she saw the haunted pain in his eyes. "I don't want him to relive that... He shouldn't. He doesn't have to."
Olivia opened her cell and began to make a call. She started for the door, but as if changing her mind, she turned to face him and put a hand on his shoulder. "He won't."
A/N: This drabble's full name should actually be 'Tempers Rising,' but... that wasn't the prompt - so you get 'Rise' instead :)
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