Ok I know I said I changed her age to be younger but rereading the last few chapters didn't make sense for her to be so young, yea I know stupid, so I have changed it back to her being 15. Sorry guys I don't know what I was thinking. lol

Chapter 4 – Shaking

It was a short walk back to the car. Peter had carried the girl in his arms the whole way. Olivia waited until she was sure the girl was asleep to question Peter.

"What's her name?" Turning slightly to look at Olivia, Peter sighed.

"Her name is Natasha and she is only 15 years old. Justin is her father and she ran away, to my place, when she was only 12…this was about 3 years ago, so not long before I met you…anyway he used to beat her, pretty badly. I found her somewhere else to stay and then I left for Iraq, and you know the rest of the story." Stopping slightly he adjusted the young girl in his arms. One arm around her back and the other under her legs.

"She must really trust you then." Olivia was amazed at how he could be so caring towards a child but thinking back, he was full of love and cared about a lot of people.

"Yeah, I knew her for years before hand. Taught her everything she knows about playing piano. She's very talented."

By the time they finished their conversation they had arrived back at the car. Natasha was passed out in Peter's arms so he lowered her into the car and put her seat belt on. After closing the back door he moved to the passenger door and opened it for Olivia, "Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight Liv?"

Turning, Olivia found herself almost an inch from Peter's face but he pulled back a step. Blushing she smiled at Peter and mumbled a thank you before sitting in the seat and putting on her seat belt.

"Um, Liv, where do you think we should take her? I don't really want her around Walter on her first night away from him…" Peter seemed to be hinting at staying at Olivia's house without actually saying it.

"Bring her to mine. We can look after her there with no distractions plus copies of case files we hadn't gone through are at my place so we can waste time doing those as well." Olivia stared out the side window. The poor girl had been beaten, Olivia knew all to well what that was like, she only wished Natasha had grown up better than she had by age 15.

The drive back to Olivia's was quiet. Natasha was asleep, occasionally mumbling and Olivia had also nodded off every now and then. But her eyes snapped open when she dreamed about her step father. Glancing up at Peter who seemed to be concentrating on the road she was thankful she hadn't mumbled anything in her sleep.

Peter watched the road with more intensity than he should have. He knew Olivia had fallen asleep and it pained him to hear her whispering cries for help but before he could do anything about it, her head snapped up and so to save her the embarrassment he kept staring straight, as if nothing had happened.

10 minutes later they were at Olivia's apartment, putting Natasha into the spare room and closing the door slightly. Olivia excused herself so she could change and returned with only a t-shirt and shots on. Peter could hear her bare feet padding along the floor into the kitchen and came back with coffee for both of them 5 minutes later.

"So have you had any other thoughts about what was under the rink?" Peter moved his mug around slowly as if absentmindedly.

"Not really. How about you?" Olivia's feet dangled off the bar stool, occasionally brushing against Peter's leg.

"Well, Walter thinks that someone could have caused this without knowing. Like Susan Pratt or Nancy Lewis. He seems to think that there is some pent up energy in this person that caused the earthquake. But those people, which we have been able to confirm that's what they were, he has no idea." Sighing Peter took a sip of his coffee, he hated not being able to figure things out.

He watched Olivia skull the rest of her coffee and drop the mug in the sink. As she took her seat next to him again they heard mumbling and Peter shot up from his seat and into Olivia's spare room. Olivia followed him into the bedroom but waited in the doorway. She watched as he smoothed out her hair, trying to calm her down, but when her mumbles grew louder Olivia's apartment began to shake. Panicking, Peter ran over to the door frame and held on to Olivia, but when they looked at each other, they knew Tash was the one who had brought down the rink.

Peter braved the the room as it still shook and made his way back to the bed. "Shh, Tash. It's ok, you're safe here. Its me, Peter." Instantly she calmed down and the room stopped shaking.

Olivia instantly felt a pang of jealousy when she saw the attention Tash was getting from Peter but forced herself to push it away, the girl was only 15!

It took about 15 minutes before Peter and Olivia were sure that they could leave Tash on her own again. Making their way into the dinning room, they both took a seat at the table and again began to pour through files and files of old cases. But they both knew that there wouldn't be anything like this in any of the cases.

"Do you think John did this to her? She must have cortexiphan running through her, to cause and ability like that." Olivia's voice was small but Peter heard it. The worry in her voice was strong.

"I don't know Liv, I'm sorry." He reached his hand over the table and rested it on hers, "I wish I could take away your pain, I really do." His other hand reached up and rested on her cheek. Olivia subconsciously leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. Remembering John and her stepfather all in one day had been mentally exhausting.

Peter glanced up at the clock and noticed it was about 1.30am, "Come on Liv, I think it's past your bedtime." Peter moved to help her up and over to her bedroom. Leading her over to the bed she sat down and stared up at him for a moment. She stood and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Thank you so much, for everything Peter. It means a lot to me." And with that she was back in her bed with the covers over her. Peter stood for a moment, then bent down and kissed her on the forehead, making sure he didn't brush against her gash which was now visible under the makeup.

"Liv, I'll be on the couch if you need me at all." Turning slowly, he moved out of her room and into the lounge. Taking up his seat he watched an hour of TV before he heard Olivia moaning from her bedroom. He could hear the covers moving around and the bed squeaking but then it stopped. Thinking she was ok he went back to watching TV but he heard the floorboards creak and he glanced up to her doorway.

There she stood. Her pj's messy and her face looked like she was about 10 years old again. When she spoke her voice was shaking with fear, "Peter, can I stay with you tonight?"

"Of course sweetheart, come here." He opened his arms and she joined him on the couch. She rested her head on his shoulder and he placed a kiss on her head again. "Sleep Liv, you're safe."

And that's what she did. She slept all night in Peter's arms, where she felt safe.

I know this chapter didn't really do a whole lot but I need a filler before the next one and I wanted and Olivia/Peter moment before anything actually happens. Please let me know yay or nay!

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