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A/N: Hey, folk! So I don't know if anyone saw the season finale but I believe as a Peter Stone fan I was deeply disappointed of the fact that he is off the show! I vow to keep his character alive through writing. Hope you all enjoy.

Let me Fix you-chapter 2

Peter shot forward, his quicken breath filled the silence. He raised a hand to rest against his forehead his muscles releasing the tension that weighed on him. He let out a breath, as he fell back against his pillow his eyes came to rest on the ceiling above him. As the faint clutches of his nightmare eased away he looked at his watch it was stretching into the third morning hour.

He couldn't help but feel the heaviness boring into him. Ever since his dad died it was like he couldn't stop himself from the pit he was falling into. He closed his eyes willing himself to fall asleep but that damn image of Pam laying in her own blood was there to greet him every chance it could. Reminding him the severity of his faults and knowing that he was responsible for her demise.

He finally caved in to another sleepless night and sat up, the couch had become as familiar as his desk was. At least he could focus on his work; he was good at. He approached his desk and took his seat. Clicking the desk light on he opened the Miller case file, maybe by morning he could have something to give Olivia. The idea of making it up to her brought him a sense of purpose. Purpose he so desperately needed.

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Olivia was given a gift that morning, a witness had come forward willing to talk which in turn gave all Peter needed to put away the offender for a very long time. She remembered how Barba orchestrated the court room, he breathed it so well. Watching Peter in the same spotlight, made her realize that though Barbra was seasoned, Peter had a commanding presence, his approach was unapologetic hard and at times unforgiving, he still had respect for every witness he cross examined, and strong sense of justice. After four long weeks of trial, the defense wanted to make a deal and his client accepted in defeat. All she needed now was to enjoy the victory with her team this was the best case scenario. She smiled. As, she approached Peter's office. To her surprise the door was slightly open. Giving a knock she peaked her head in, what she saw was not what she expected.

"Peter?"

When she didn't receive an answer she entered the office her eyes landed on the glass and bottle on the table by the couch to the discarded suit jacket left on the edge of it. She drifted her eyes over to the desk where evidence of a long night's work lay across the top.

"Olivia, good you're here."

Startled, she looked behind her. Peter stood in the door way briefly before he made his way over to his desk and picked up the papers he needed.

"Peter." she began but was cut off as he put the papers in his brief case.

"This was a win, at least the Miller family can go back to living normal lives." He stated.

Olivia nodded. "It will take time, but yes, they can begin to heal."

"Of course." he opened the top desk drawer. Taking a file out to place in with his other paper work, he glanced up at her. "Is there something you needed?"

Olivia planted a smile on her face hoping to hide the concern she had for him. "I wanted to say thank you."

Peter shut the drawer. "It's my job, Liv. No thanks is required."

She approached him. "I think with a win like this. The acknowledgment for a job well done is mandatory. We rarely, have cases like this that is open and shut."

Peter couldn't help but smile. "The sentiment is nice."

A beat passed between them before he cleared his throat and made his way to the couch. She didn't miss the false sense of happiness.

"Peter...are you ok?"

Peter gathered up his jacket turning he smiled wider. Hoping it didn't come across as forced as he felt it was.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Olivia didn't truly accept that answer, but had to none the less. Peter was not an easy person when it came to his feelings. She followed him out the office, she waited as he locked the door.

"My birthday as you know is in three days, Noah has invited you to join."

Peter was silent as he processed this sudden shift in information. He wasn't used to the out stretched hand offered to him.

"Tell, him thanks but..."

"Peter, he is five going on six. Any lengthy explanation will go over his head. Just say yes and make it easier on both him and his mother."

Peter sighed. His seriousness evident as he met her eyes with his. "Olivia, I can't."

Olivia watched as he made his way passed her, she didn't cave. "Peter, I'm not asking you to spend the night, you don't even have to stay long. Just come."

Peter halted in his tracks. Turning to look at her. "I can't promise anything."

"At least think about it?" she asked hopefully.

"Will do." he concluded before he made his way down the hallway.

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That evening Peter stood on the front steps of his apartment building. The idea of spending another lonely night lacked appeal. His thoughts drifted toward Olivia and the offer she made him, it made him almost suspicious why she was being nice to him. He cursed himself, this was why he separated all personal ties, extracted his feelings to focus on what he was meant to do. Law it was easy for him, but relationships of any kind was a struggle.

"Peter Stone."

He turned. A woman clad in a simple black jacket and white wash jeans stood a few feet away from him. "Yes...do I know you?"

She ran a shaky hand through her blond hair, causing him to pay more attention on her. He moved toward her.

"Are you alright?"

She nervously glanced around her. Then she looked him in the eyes. "I...I'm sorry."

"For what?"

An answer came that blind sided him. An explosion of lights burst behind his eyes before everything went dark. He didn't even feel himself hit the ground.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Of course reviews are welcome. Input and your thoughts are needed for my fics. So, I know what you all are wanting to see or wanting to change. You all rock!

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