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Chapter 21 - Dreaming

Olivia laid on Peter's bed trying to get comfortable, it had been a long and tiring day at the lab. No matter where she laid or sat or anything, nothing was helping the ache in her back and she just wanted to sleep it off. Deciding she wouldn't last, she pulled the pillow from under her head and placed it under her back, lifting her back slightly off the bed. Sighing in relief, she closed her eyes and hoped for sleep to come.

It had been two weeks after Olivia had agreed to marry Peter that they had been put on this case. It was long and dangerous and was draining all of them emotionally. Peter was edgy, Walter was difficult to control, Astrid just couldn't sit still and Olivia had become very snappy.

"Fine! Peter you know what, do what you like. You always seem to anyway! Just let me know if there is anything the FBI can do for you!" Olivia yelled across the lab at him when he mentioned that he wanted to ask 'a guy he knew' to look at some evidence. They had argued about it for about half an hour. Olivia not wanting him to go because they couldn't trust he wasn't working with the bad guys and Peter wanting to because he trusted the guy.

Olivia had spun on her heels towards her office, slamming the door and left him in her wake as he grabbed for the computer hard drive and stormed out of the lab. Dropping herself none to carefully on the chair behind her desk Olivia huffed in anger, "Why must he be so difficult!"

It had been a long morning. 3 hours had passed since her fight with Peter and it had left her steaming so she had poured herself in her paperwork, figuring that since he hadn't come back yet he was just off somewhere blowing off some steam, she didn't read to much into it.

It wasn't just the case that was getting to her. Ever since the day she agreed to marry him and they had told Walter no more than 10 minutes later, he had been doing everything in his power to make sure they couldn't get some time alone. His reasoning being that if they aren't married, they shouldn't be having sex, although for the last 2 years he had been trying to get them to have sex.

She had become sexually frustrated. She still made out with him, saw him completely naked and slept in the same bed as him but Walter had decided to take up residence in the spare room just to make sure. The knock at the door brought her attention back to reality and without looking up Olivia spoke, "What do you want Peter?" it was harsh and anyone who knew Olivia would know that she was upset.

Pushing the door open Broyles just looked down at his agent. "I'm sorry sir, I though you were Peter." She spoke in an obvious sentence.

"Yes Agent Dunham, I can see that. I need you to come on a raid with me Agent." His tone was flat and she wondered why he was standing in front of her instead of calling her.

As if reading her thoughts he spoke again, "The FBI have had a shop under surveillance for a few months now, we believe the man who owns it deals in illegal computer trade," the computer part made Olivia's ears prick up, "Now I received this photo about 30 minutes ago from an agent who is an old friend and wanted to give the heads up." Broyles placed a photo on Olivia's desk. There stood Peter walking into the shop with the hard drive in hand, and another was of him and the man in question talking at the front of the shop. Her heart dropped. "Dunham, I need you to get him out before the raid goes in."

Within 10 minutes Broyles and Olivia had pulled up outside the shop. They, and the rest of the agents involved in the raid, were hidden from sight but the shop was in plane view. Olivia took a step out from their hiding place. She had spoken to Broyles about getting Peter out before the raid went in and it was agreed that she had 3 minutes or else they would go in and take who ever was inside down. Nodding to Broyles she took her first steps out into the day light, wrapped only in a bullet proof vest, Olivia made her way to the shop front.

She waited for the cars to go by before she could make her way across the street. As she looked up she saw a flash of bright yellow light, and was blown backwards towards Broyles and the rest of the agents. The force of the explosion knocked her onto her back and she was dazed, her ears were ringing and she was unable to see.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder Olivia was able to focus on Broyles but not the words he was saying, her ears were still ringing. Everything sounded so distant. Sudden horror crossed her face and her head flew in the direction of the shop that housed Peter.

The windows had been blown out, shattered glass dusting the sidewalk. Fire glazed through the windowless shop, smaller explosions erupted as she watched on. Wrenching herself from the ground she made a break for the shop front. The only sound she could hear was her own blood pumping in her ears.

Before she could make it across two strong arms had wrapped around her middle and pulled her backwards. The voice calling out to her was distant but coming closer, "Olivia! NO! It's to dangerous!" Broyles fought to keep her back from the fire but she was strong. Although not stronger then him. He had her against his chest as she tried to push him away, the sound of sirens wailing in the distance.

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They had waited until the fire brigade was able to put out the fire before going anywhere near it. Olivia couldn't go further than the front. She didn't want to go inside and Broyles knew that. Placing a hand on her back he lead away. After speaking with another agent and a fire fighter Broyles made his way back to Olivia.

"I'm sorry. They found two bodies inside," There was only two people in the shop when Olivia was making her way over, which meant Peter was dead.

Olivia froze before she sank to her knees staring back at the empty, burnt out shop.

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