Chapter 3 – Revelations

Peter and Olivia had spent most of the rest of the day pouring through old files and catalogs in the lab but nothing seemed to stand out about the case. Cup after cup of coffee made its way down both Peter's and Olivia's throats, trying to keep them focused.

Olivia had made her way to the floor where she sat with one leg stretched out and the other tucked underneath her. Peter sat with his feet up on the chair next to her and leaned back trying to get comfortable. Neither of them had spoken about the revelation of the young girl but they both knew they were going to have to soon. It was nearing 7pm when Peter finally gave up. Throwing the last file on the desk he sighed, "Liv we are going to have to work out whats going to happen tonight because you can't go in there as an agent, he will kill us both. I am going to go and talk to him and you are going to stand behind me."

Olivia could tell that he meant business and decided not to challenge him, "Ok, what sort of club is it? Like what do I have to wear?" She looked up at him from her seated position on the floor waiting for an answer.

"Just…A nice dress or something. This place is pretty classy. I have to wear a suit, no tie though. Does that help?" He didn't want to look at her because he knew he was taking her into danger and he hated it.

Olivia bit her lip and nodded, she didn't trust herself to speak. "Ok so you will pick me up or meet you there?"

"No, I'll pick you up." And he left.

Olivia couldn't understand why he was edgy, she needed to make sure her partner was there for her, that she could count on him. And she knew she could when he came back into her office with her coat.

"Come on, lets get home and dressed. I'll pick you up in an hour." He walked Olivia to her car and opened her door, she turned to face him, "Peter, this won't be as bad as it sounds. I promise."

A small smile formed on the side of his mouth, "Yea, I'll see you soon Liv." Turning around without his usual second glance he was gone. Olivia sighed and made her way home.

45 Minutes later

Olivia was ready and waiting for Peter at 7.50pm but she still jumped when she heard the knock at the door. She had showered, dressed, put on her makeup and shoes. She was especially careful to cover the gash on her forehead. Once she was done it could only be seen if standing an inch from her face and she doubted that anyone would be that close to her tonight. Standing, she straightened out her black strapless dress and fixed her stiletto heels. Grabbing her purse she made her was to the door and opened it. There stood Peter Bishop in a gray suit jacket and slacks. Her heart stopped.

Peter waited for about 3 minutes before he had enough courage to knock at her door and when he did he heard movement from inside. When the door opened there she stood, beautiful blond hair in curls, tight black dress that hugged her curves and heels that were to die for.

Swallowing hard, Peter forced himself to open his mouth, "Ready?"

Nodding Olivia locked up the front door and grabbed onto Peter's arm for support. He offered her his arm without a second though and was relieved when she took it.

It wasn't a very long drive to the club and at about 8.15pm, Peter was opening the car door for Olivia and helping her out, "Now please play the role of the innocent girl and not the FBI agent…I don't really feel like getting hurt. This place is full of criminals that know me so please try and relax. They won't hurt me without a reason." His eyes never left hers and she had no choice to agree. Holding her purse close to her she could feel the small gun tucked inside, just in case.

Walking hand in hand to the doorman he nodded to Peter with a smile, "So Peter, brought another blond in. Even if you haven't been here in 3 years you still like the same type. Be careful though Talia is here at the bar tonight and she will probably blow a fuse if she sees this one." Olivia watched as the doorman removed the red rope so they could pass, Peter ignored him but couldn't hold in the low growl that made its way to this throat when he saw the door man eying Olivia.

"Ladies first…" Peter motioned for Olivia go to up the stairs first.

"Since when have you been so charming?" Olivia laughed before she saw the look on his face, "What?"

"Unless you want a stranger looking up your skirt while you go up the stairs, you will let me follow you. Liv, this place is full of guys who want one thing and one thing only. They will stop at nothing to get what they want, so please just listen to me and be careful." The sincerity in Peter's voice could make her do anything and so she began walking the stairs one by one, making sure to take them carefully as not to fall.

Walking through the opening she knew exactly what Peter was talking about. Guns lay on tables, smoke filled the room and almost made Olivia gag. It was a terrible smell but she kept up her appearance like Peter had asked her.

Feeling pressure on the small of her back, Olivia realized Peter was trying to move her without letting her get to far ahead of him. "Liv, the DJ is where we have to go." His voice filled her ear and she knew he was very close to her, but this time he moved himself in front of her and took her hand.

Swallowing heavily Olivia could see hungry eyes all around her and it put her off slightly, even though Peter would never let anything happen to her, she was still unsettled. She stopped suddenly when Peter stopped.

"Justin…" Peter held out his hand for the DJ to take but only received a stare. The DJ played the next song and made his way down the platform stairs.

"Peter Bishop? Well I'll be damned. Didn't think you would ever have to balls to show your face around here again. A lot of people here want your blood you know that." Anger rolled off his tongue but Peter continued.

"Where is she?" Standing up straight Peter looked threatening but never took his hand from Olivia's. It only took a moment for Justin to notice Olivia behind Peter and his smile grew dark.

"Still with the blonds Peter. You really haven't changed then. What's your name honey?"

Olivia blinked for a moment before answering, "Billie." A devilish smile played on her lips as she wrapped herself around Peter's arm.

Justin's hand reached up to touch the outside of her thigh but Peter moved her out of the way so he couldn't reach.

"Hands off Justin. Now tell me where she is, or I will make sure you regret ever trying to kill me." Peter had moved closer to Justin and it was only at this moment Olivia could see that Peter at least another head taller than Justin, as well as more solid. It scared part of Olivia to see Peter this way but she knew she was safe, from him at least.

"I'm guessing you are referring to the incident at the ice rink? Huh. I don't know where Tash is." Shrugging Justin tried to make a move from Peter threatening stance.

"How did you know about the rink?" Peter was growing angry now and he didn't know how long he could keep his cool. For someone who used to be a professional liar he was losing his touch and he blamed the agent behind him.

An evil smirk formed on Justin's lips, "Because we are old friends, I will tell you one thing, and I'm only going to tell you because it will get you killed and honestly I don't like you. The man you want is John Scott, you heard of him?" Justin took a seat in front of Peter and threw his legs up on the table in front of him. "Word was he was boneing an FBI agent. Stupid bitch believed every word that came out of his mouth. Now he was a liar. He told me he was going to ask him to marry her and then let slip his secret about working with us. He wanted her to suffer, if you ask me he was sadistic, but then again she was FBI…deserves everything she gets." Justin laughed at himself.

Peter's face dropped and Olivia's arm tightened around Peter. He could feel her nails digging into his arm.

"If you want Tash, you will need to find him and you know what, I want him to kill you."

After a moment trying to regain himself Peter smirked, "John Scott is dead, now tell me where she is!" Peter yelled over the music but didn't realize there was none. Looking around he saw all eyes were on him and Olivia but then he spotted them.

Dark, haunting eyes, that reminded him so much of Olivia, stared back at him. Turning on his heals he he followed the girl out of the club and into the alley, never letting go of Olivia's hand.

"Tash, honey come here." Peter pulled her into a huge hug with one hand and held onto Liv with the other.

The young girl cried into his chest for what seemed like an hour.

Hope this chapter wasn't too long for ya…also hope you enjoyed it. Oh yea just a note for future chapters I changed the girls age to 12 because it made more sense to me.

Please review because then I know what you like and didn't like lol

Ash