Here you go with the next chapter.

Date Night

The next day came and went. Before Olivia had really noticed the sun had set again and it was time to get ready for the night. She had felt much better today. Her mood had been lighter and she had felt good. Even though she had to do some more paper work, which really wasn't her favorite thing to do, she hadn't complained about it, but just done it. She had to do it if she wanted to or if she didn't and so her light mood had helped her get along with her work.

She had been home the entire day and had seen how much she always missed when she was working. How it was to get up and have breakfast together and than she had tried to work a little, but Ella had distracted her all the time, so that Olivia hadn't really started working until around 11 am. Around 11.30 Ella had decided to join her mum and cook some lunch and Olivia had finally really started working. She had just read one more of these terrible journals, when Ella had come up to her and had pocked her with a fork. In her eyes Olivia had seen happiness and proud. After a short `Lunch is ready, aunt Liv´, Ella had pocked her again and shot her a look that should tell Olivia, that if she wouldn't come and eat some of the food she had cooked, she would come back and pock her again with the fork.

The whole day had been good until now. Everything had seemed right and normal, but she knew, that everything she would see, when she went out of this door together with Peter, wouldn't be normal , but unexplainable. She really didn't knew if she wanted that to happen on her oh so normal day. But she knew that she couldn't live normal any longer than a few day. It would get boring to soon and what could she do than? It was definitely better that her life sometimes was stressful, creepy and not so normal, but it wouldn't do her any good if it would be different.

Olivia got up from the sofa and went towards her bedroom. Opening the wardrobe, she had no idea what she could wear, but on the other hand, what difference would it make, if she would stand here for half an hour and think about what to wear,when she would look like this. A glimpse into the mirror had told her, that her hair was a total mess and that she looked worn out. So the first thing on her to do list wasn't standing in front of her wardrobe and thinking what she should wear, but taking a shower and relax a little more, before that.

After she finished in the bathroom, she came back to her bedroom, the towel warped around her the only thing she wore. Like that she found herself standing in front of her wardrobe again. In the end she had decided for a skinny pair of jeans and a beige, long sleeved shirt with some buttons at the v-neck. She had rolled up the sleeves and her wavy hair fell loosely over her shoulders. Her outfit wasn't that extraordinary, but why would it be that important? Peter just took her for dinner and that because he said she owned him and she would get some more information on his abilities. That was it.

Just a few minutes later, there was a knock on the front door and before Olivia even could get out of her bedroom somebody already had opened the door. It had been Ella, that little curious girl, and like always she wanted to know what was going on right now. So without thinking she just asked Peter what came up to her little mind.

"Are you the guy that is going to take aunt Live out for dinner?"

Olivia couldn't see it from her place at the doorway from her bedroom, but she would have bet that Ella had an adorable smile on her lips and these eyes no one could resist. And just as if somebody wanted to show Olivia that she had been right, Peter started to smile at her little niece.

"Yeah, I think I am that guy. Why are you asking?"

At first Ella was totally quite. She would have given anything to see the look on her face, but then Ella started to talk again.

"I just wanted to know. My aunt deserves somebody special, but I don't know if you are."

She raised her little shoulders, turned around and smiled. Olivia started laughing but at the same time she tried to cover it as coughing. Ella was just to cute. She made her way though the room and towards Ella, Peter and the still open front door. When Ella realized that she was coming she jumped into her direction and right into her arms. Olivia took Ella in her arms and reached past Peter to shut the door.

"So I see that you have already meet my little niece, Ella."

"Yeah, she is a little sunshine and really protective when it comes up to you."

"Okay, then. I'm good to go when you are, Peter."

"Good then lets go."

Peter opened the door, Olivia sat Ella back to the ground and kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight, baby girl. See you tomorrow."

With that she walked out of the door. Peter followed her and shut the door behind him. They went down the stairs in silence. When they reached the sidewalk in front of the house, Peter shortly looked at Olivia to let her know, that she should follow him to his car.

By the time both of them had settled in the car, Peter started the engine and drove off, not even telling Olivia were they would go and she didn't bother to ask. The entire drive went quite till Peter stopped the car on a parking lot.

"So, here we are."

Olivia looked around. Everything that surrounded her, didn't look even the slightest bit familiar. She had no idea were she was. Somewhere in the nowhere, but they had only driven like maybe 15 minutes. They still were somewhere in New York, but she really hadn't even the hint of an idea where in New York they were.

"And where is here?"

Peter's look was surprised. But a smile started to light up his face.

"You are not telling me, that you life in New York and you never been here, are you?"

But Olivia could just shake her head and return his smile.

"Yeah, I'm telling you exactly that. So where in hell are we?"

"We are in Brooklyn and this really is the best place to eat in New York when you don't want to spend a fortune on your food."

Both of them got out of the car after that and walked over to the little restaurant. It was full. As far as you could see all tables were taken.

"Did you book a table?"

Peter just shoot her a look, telling her, that when he did something he did it right and then turned around and looked at the waitress. He first involved her in a little flirt, but after a few minutes and some looks over his shoulder to Olivia he decided, that it would be better if he would get to the point. Olivia couldn't understand what they were talking about, but after another minute, she followed Peter and the waitress to a table in the back of the restaurant. They entered a separated part of the restaurant in which only a few people sat. It wasn't crowed and noisy like it had been in the other part of it. They sat down and Olivia started looking around, trying to avoid looking directly at Peter.

"I thought it would be better to sit back here. It makes the talking much easier when it isn't so noisy."

"Sure."

They ordered and started talking about random stuff, both of them mostly trying to avoid the subject of their work. It was around midnight and Olivia as well as Peter have had a few shoots of whiskey, when they started getting their things together for leaving.

"Peter, we are stupid. One of us needs to drive or do we get a taxi down here?"

Peter shook his head and Olivia saw, that he wasn't even the slightest bit drunk. She by herself felt the warmth inside her that always filled her when she drank something, but it wasn't so bad, that she couldn't walk straight anymore. Thank god that I like a good drink when I have a bad day, otherwise it would be totally embarrassing, she thought.

"No, no taxis down here, but it isn't that bad. I can still drive. You need to force three bottles of that stuff down my throat to get me drunk, so come on and I told you I would show you my abilities. Maybe it isn't that bad that you are a little bit drunk, it might make it easier to believe what I'll show you."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"'Livia, I told you that you don't have to worry. I'm not drunk because of four lousy shoots of whiskey. I told you that I drank 24/7 after Walter, Dr. Bishop, told me what he did to me."

Yes, he had told her. He had been like an open book to her. He didn't cared what she was asking, he told her. And in return she had done the same. She had tried to be open and honest. Maybe that had been one of the reasons why the night had passed so quickly. They had laughed and their mood had been light and fluffy.

"Okay, but it still isn't a good idea, in my opinion."

Again Peter shoot her a look and took her by her wrist, dragging her out of the restaurant and towards the car. First she tried to get out of his grip, but then she decided, that it wouldn't help at all if she would fight Peter, so she just let him do what he did. In that moment he opened the door on the passenger site and waited for her to get into her seat. She smiled shortly and got one of his smiles in return before he slammed the door shut and went over to the other side to get into his own seat.

Okay, so this was it and I have to tell you that this and the next chapter basically wrote themselves. They just started to life on their own and wouldn't let me thing about anything else or any other way to write them, so I really need to know what is going on in your heads. If this all is screwing up the story or something like, that. I would be happy if you told me what you think, if it's good or bad. I need to know so don't spare me. Thx to all of you guys out there.