Sorry it took SO long to get the second chapter. You can be made if you want to, if you even remembered my story. It's alright if you didn't. Anyways, enjoy. R&R, please.

Chapter 2- Smile

'Hey, Walter! Is Olivia here?" I asked as I entered the lab.

"Oh, Peter, no. She went to the hospital to pick up the little" he paused and moved his hands around his head. "Bald boy."

"Yes, he seems to be helpful to her in her investigation of this Artist character."

"Character? You mean serial killer?"

Right then Olivia came in holding the little boys hand. The way they looked at each other made them look close, like family. I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked passed. "Hey, Peter." She looked much happier than she had been the past couple weeks as she smiled at me.

"Hey, Dunham."

"Hey, Walter!" She yelled in his direction. "You said you had an idea about something."

"Yes…yes, come. Follow me."

"Okay." She looked back at me and motioned for me to follow her. When we caught up to Walter he was holding the contraption he'd used to drill in a man's brain a couple months earlier. The thought of drilling holes into the little boys brain was to eerie to picture, and I wasn't going to allow it.

Although me objection unsettled Walter, he agreed to alter the device, something he should've done for the last guy. Olivia and I left the room and spent some time with the little boy. He seemed a little tense around me, but he loosened up when he saw Olivia. She moved a chair beside him and sat down. As she spoke in a gentle, soothing tone, he just looked at her. I knew that I wasn't being very helpful, so I just stood back and found something to occupy myself. I couldn't find much of anything to do, but instead found myself looking at them in peripheral vision. I snapped my head up when I heard feet dragging across the ground. Walter walked in with the modified contraption, but it didn't look in any different.

"Ready Walter?" Olivia calmly asked. The boy stiffened up at the sight of the strange metal device Olivia noticed and offered him her hand. He placed his hand in hers and squeezed tight. "It's gonna be alright." Olivia assured the boy.

Walter turned on his newfound record player and held the device in front of him. I saw horrified and embarrassed when he began dancing to the music. I looked down at the table and put my hand on my forehead. When I looked up at the boy, he was still firmly grasping Olivia's hand. Them his d'amour completely changed and he loosened his grip. A smile spread across his face when Walter put the device on his head. I quickly walked over too them to help put the device on the boy. I watched as Olivia and the boy smiled, and soon couldn't help but to smile back.

Before we got started we heard someone enter the lab. He was mad that Olivia had taken the boy and demanded that she return him to the hospital immediately. She insisted the boy stay and help and he agreed when Astrid came in with news of another possible target. Olivia went to find the Artist before he struck again but the lead came up as a dead end. She came back and said the only evidence at the potential crime scene was some cow's blood.

When she mentioned the cow's blood I recalled some work I had done a couple years before at a meat packing plant. I told her my idea and she headed out to all the local companies.

While she was out, Walter and I hooked the machine up to the boy and tried to listen to his thoughts. In the beginning all we heard was buzzing, but as I turned the dial, his voice became clearer. Still, we couldn't make put any words, so we grabbed a tape to record the voice. Suddenly the boy started shaking, so I turned off the machine and wrapped him in a blanket.

I receive a call from Olivia a few minutes later. "Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, it looks like the Artist bought some plastic from a slaughterhouse in Roxbury. I got a sketch. All thanks to you."

"Hey guys. We got good news. Turns out the plastic did come from a meat packing plant. You gonna go to the FBI or come back here?"

Olivia came back to the lab and Walter explained how the boy was emotionally attached to her. The reason why he was no longer helping her was because she told the man who wanted to take him away that she would return him. She slowly walked over to him and knelt in front of him. The sincerity in her voice as she apologized to him made me want to smile, but I found myself unable to moved, so I just stood there watching their undeniably strong bond. The boy could feel how much she meant what she was saying and didn't hesitate to give her the next location.

I decided to stay at the lab late again to work some more on my longtime project, not anticipating Olivia to pop in around midnight.

"Hey, why are you out so late?" I greeted curiously.

"I could ask you the same thing." She paused briefly.

"Walter said you were still here, so I decided to stop by. Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing." I smiled, and then quickly changed the subject. "I heard you caught the Artist. Good work, Dunham."

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled, but I saw her hidden pain seep through her pure, white teeth.

"You sure?" Though this came across as a question, I already knew the answer.

After a short pause she responded. "I got a little too close to the Artist for my comfort level."

'He's dead now. You killed him. It's alright."

"Yeah, well now I'm worried about the boy. I can't let them take him away."

"I know." I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. "Wait."

"What?"

"What if he 'ran away'?"

"What do you mean?" She took a step in my direction.

"We could put him in a foster home and say he just disappeared."

Her smile appeared once more, only much bigger and brighter. "Oh my god. That's perfect. Thanks Peter."

"No problem."

She turned around and headed for the door with a slight bounce in her steps. As she was opening the door she turned back to me. "Night, Peter."

"Goodnight, Olivia." With that she stepped out and closed the door behind her. When the door clicked shut, a smile much like Olivia's spread across my face.