Thanks to all who have read and reviewed this new fic.
I was wrong. The craziness will start in Chapter 3.
Still own nothing. Mistakes are mine.
Peter has dissapeared. Cyber candy corn to anyone who guesses correctly where he went.
Identity Crisis-Chapter 2
The handful of agents that were working on the eleventh floor that Halloween evening in Boston's Federal Building turned and stared as Peter and Olivia made their way to Broyles' office. A smirk magically appeared on Peter's face after the second catcall as Olivia passed the last of them. He knew and agreed with the men that she indeed looked very hot in her curvaceous costume.
Phillip Broyles, as always, was the epitome of seriousness. But when Agent Dunham opened his office door and entered followed by Peter Bishop, the smile on Broyles' face could have lit up the annual Christmas tree at the State House. He gave them an FBI once over. Dunham looked like a femme fatal in her red top and skirt that could melt butter, and the sexy leopard print hat on her head. The bright red lipstick was a nice touch, and he realized that was and would probably be the only time he would see that grace her plump lips.
Then Broyles' took in the younger Bishop in costume. Dark early 1900's style dress pants, a sharp striped dress shirt and vest, and a Sam Spade style hat. With the machine gun in his hand he looked like a real criminal. Of course he is actually,Broyles thought to himself.
Almost as quickly as it appeared the smile on Broyles' face disappeared and he signaled them to sit at his table.
"I'm sorry to have to call you in this evening. But there's been a break in the Laremy case. In revisiting the crime scene one of our agents found this USB under some debris." Broyles handed the object to Peter who studied it. " We don't think this was left on purpose. We think the perp lost it during the struggle. There's info on it but the thing is it's in some kind of weird code. Our people can't seem to crack it."
Peter looked up at Broyles. "So, you want my connection to have a go at it?"
Broyles studied Peter's face for a moment. "Yes." Suddenly realizing he was cutting into their upcoming date he added, "Please."
Peter flipped the USB end over end along his knuckles once and then set it on the table as Olivia and Broyles watched. "OK. Let me see if I can find Akim." Peter took his cell phone out of his pocket.
"But it's Halloween night." He looked up at Broyles. "That's gonna cost extra." He pressed some buttons on the phone and looked back at Broyles who shook his head in understanding.
"Akim? Hi. This is Peter Bishop. Are you around right now?" There was a short silence.
'Oh really? It doesn't start 'til eleven?. Hey listen. I have this USB with some weird code on it that the FBI needs deciphered right now. You in?" More silence. "OK. We'll meet you at the store in fifteen."
More silence. "Yes, you'll be reimbursed. See you soon." Peter slammed his cell shut and replaced it in his pocket.
"You're lucky, Broyles. His party doesn't start until eleven."
"I guess I am." Broyles looked at Dunham and smiled. She smiled back. No, you are , Bishop, he thought to himself.
They all stood up. "Alright. Let me know what you find out," Broyles said training his look on Peter.
"Right." Peter grabbed his machine gun and Olivia hers.
"Oh and Bishop, Dunham," Broyles paused to look at them one more time.
Peter flashed him an award-winning smile. "We will, sir."
Peter and Olivia moved to the outer door. Peter put his hand on the door and then turned around.
"Sir, aren't you coming to Charlie's later?" Broyles' look seared into Peter. 'We'll see, Bishop."
Peter chuckled as he turned back to the door and held it open for Olivia to walk through. He nodded his head and they made their way back through the row of staring agents.
The walk from the Federal building to Olivia's SUV in costume was fun. Several pedestrians stopped and told them how cute they looked. Peter and Olivia kept smiling at each other. He held her free hand in his as they enjoyed each other and the crisp Halloween night air in downtown Boston.
Then in an instant Peter Bishop was gone, machine gun and all. Vanished. Olivia stopped and stood in shock on the sidewalk. "Peter! Peter! Where are you?!" She stared at her hand he had just been holding, and a horrible realization entered her brain. "No!" she shouted out loud. "NO!"
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