There were more tears on the way down, and Peter knew that one they left this plane he would never see this side of her again, the side that let him care for her, and he did not like this idea. And he was right. The second they touched down and got off the plane he could almost feel her walls rising up again, as if by instinct. They collected their bags, caught a taxi and arrived at the hotel and hour later. Olivia seemed much calmer now that she was off the plane and had her gun back; although she kept checking to make sure it was still there. The got out of the cab and the two of them just stood there and admired the hotel.

'Nice work, the bureau actually put some of that money to good use'

Peter said looking up on a huge fancy hotel. It looked older and was made of stone, the hallways were very skinny and long as to make sure all the rooms faced the water.

'Let's check in'

The bureau had arranged for there to be two connecting suited, but now that Walter and Astrid were coming there was a room with tow beds and a room with one. Peter and Olivia decided to share a room so it wouldn't be awkward for anyone to sleep with one another; although Olivia had feeling enough that them sleeping together would be weird and have lots of sexual jokes from Walter. They walked in to the lobby and there were all sorts of people dressed in fancy wear. When they got to the desk, Olivia felt someone watching her, but she couldn't see who. She checked once again for her gun when they got to the front desk.

'Peter Bishop and Olivia Dunham, FBI'

She said to the clerk. The lady behind the desk quickly looked at them, then started typing away on her computer.

'Alright, there are two adjoining suites, rooms 203 and 204, and I will need to see some ID'

They handed her both their IDs and then she gave Olivia a piece of paper.

'What's this?'

'It is a message from someone named Charlie; he said to give it to you as soon as you checked in'

She took the paper, and they headed to their rooms. Once in they opened the door what they saw left them speechless. There was a huge king bed, a kitchen, the bathroom was about as big as Olivia's kitchen and the cooking supplies were all stainless steel. On the other side of the room there was also sliding doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the huge beach and bright blue ocean. Although it was cold this time of year it was still beautiful.

'Well, this is not what I expected…'

Peter said, setting down his bags

'Nope, not at all. I think I am going to have a bath, it will make me feel better'

She took her things and closed the door as Peter stepped out to look at the view. Setting her clothes on the floor she filled the tub and the water was hot, just how she liked it. Stepping in she could feel her shoulders relax and she took a deep breath. Exhaling hard she accidently blew some of the bubbles and they went floating through the air, and she giggled.

From the other room Peter heard her laugh and he was glad they were here. Although they still had to work on a case, they were in a new environment and he loved the ocean. It made him relax, and although it was October and much cooler that normal, he like it. Coming off the deck he saw the paper that the clerk had given Olivia, and curiosity go the better of him. Opening the paper he read

'Liv, change of plans, I'm coming out on Tuesday, it turns out this is more than a little problem. Call me when you get this, Charlie'

She heard the crinkle of the paper, and his breathing, as if it was inside of her head she could hear it, so many steps like it was running, but slowly. It stopped. Hearing it again she jerked her head to the right and then she saw it. A caterpillar. Letting out a breath she could feel the adrenalin in her system, and couldn't believe herself for getting so worked up about something as small as a caterpillar. Wondering what the paper was Peter had, she decided that her curiosity was more important than a bath, and she was hot anyway. Getting out and drying off she threw on a pair of black tight kapris and her favourite shirt. It was a long police academy she got when she was training, and a bit to big, but it always reminded her of home. Walking out she smiled at him, looking at her through the glass, his warm breath fogging up the glass. He smiled back and pressed his nose to the door, making it all flat and weird looking. Laughing she turned her attention to the note that Charlie had given her. Reading it she picked up her phone and went out onto the deck. From where she stood she could see beach extending in both direction and the ocean tumbling onto the beach. Peter was leaning over the railing looking over the edge, deciding that Charlie could wait she tossed her phone onto the chair and stood next to him. They both had their arms crossed on the ledge, elbows touching. He turned his head towards her, and she looked into his eyes.

'I think we should go for a walk'

He said taking off his socks

'Ok, that sounds nice, but don't we have to go through the lobby? Why are you taking your socks off now?'

Without responding he sat up on the ledge, legs dangling over

'Peter, is that-'

But before she could finish he had jumped and landed softy on the sand. Hesitating, she took off her socks and sat on the edge. All her logic was saying go not to, but without thinking about it to much she slid off the edge.