OK, I must stress, I had no intention of actually writing more to this story, so thanks to everyone who asked for this chapter. :D

Chapter 17 – Temperature

It had been a few days since Peter had given Olivia her new hockey skates and he had spent most of his spare time at her apartment ever since. Most of the time he just watched her from the couch as she poured through old files looking for something new to pop out. Sighing Olivia decided to take a shower.

"Peter I'm going to have a shower. Feel free to have a beer they are in the fridge door." Standing up, Olivia walked to the back of the couch and through the doorway into the bathroom.

Peter leaned his head backwards and turned to where she had just walked, "Want a hand?" Smiling to himself as Olivia re-entered the doorwar pulling her hair into a ponytale.

"Not likely Bishop." Olivia smiled as she shut the door behind her.

Shaking his head Peter went to her fridge as she suggested and took out a beer. It may have only been 3pm but knowing that Olivia was in the bathroom, in the shower, wearing nothing at all, he suddenly needed something stronger than the water she had bought him originally.

Olivia sighed as she stepped into the shower, knowing that Peter was in the other room made her want to take him up on his offer but part of her knew she couldn't. It was way to early for something like that and she was just starting to feel her way through the beginning of this relationship. Standing under the shower head for a moment Olivia knew she didn't want to rush anything with Peter, because he was too special to her but the way he had her feel, she also knew that it wouldn't be too long until she was in bed with him and that thought alone excited her.

Reaching out to take the shampoo from its holder a sharp pain ripped through her chest and arm. Bringing her left arm back to her chest, Olivia cringed but not wanting to bring attention to herself, knowing that was in the other room, she ignored it and tried to get the shampoo. The next time the pain ripped through her, it was worse. With the pain brought her to her knees with a groan, Olivia felt the sudden cold of the water rushing over her back as she curled up in a ball.

Sitting back on the couch, Peter brought the beer up to his lips as the TV flicked to something new. Wondering how long Olivia would actually be in the shower, he wondered if he should start to watching a movie or just wait for her. A few more minutes passed and he heard the sound of feet squeaking along the bath. Standing up from his position on the couch he took a few steps towards the bathroom door. His ears were met with a grown and the sound of something dropping in the bath.

"Olivia are you ok?" Peter knocked softly on the door but was met with silence. The water cut out and he knocked again, "Liv, is everything ok?"

More silence and so Peter tried the door. It was unlocked, slowly he opened the door and was hit in the face with a rush of steam. Taking one step into the bathroom Peter wondered if she was going to kill him for walking in on her in the shower. Looking across the room he found her curled in a ball on her knees. He watched as she turned her head slightly to look at him but she quickly closed them as if in pain. Taking 2 giant steps Peter was at the side of the bath putting his hand on her back, not knowing what to actually do.

Olivia heard the soft voice from outside the door. Wishing he would go away, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly but then she heard the door open and his feet sqeack on the wet tiles. Turning her head towards him for a moment, she saw the look in his eyes but was overcome with a stab of pain. Shutting her eyes and hoping it would go away, she felt his hand on her back.

Looking around the bathroom, Peter spotted the towel that sat in the rack, leaning over he grabbed it and swung it around Olivia's shoulders. Helping her stand he placed an arm around her shoulders and lifted, he hoped she would be able to hold herself up but the weakness in her legs was too much and she began to fall again.

"Wow, I got ya. Come on." Peter instinctively wrapped an arm around her back and the other behnd her legs and carried her to her bedroom. Ignoring the growing sensation of her bare skin on his arms, Peter lowed her to the bed and retreived something for her to wear.

"I think I can do that Peter." Olivia reached over to the underwear and t-shirt he held in his hands. Bringing them under the covers with her she slipped them on without a fuss. Frowning slightly Peter wondered if he was actually going to be able to dress her without have a million other thoughts running through his mind, but he pushed the thoughts out of his mind when a hiss of pain escaped her lips and her hand reached out for his.

"Liv?" Peter moved as close to her as possible considering she had now pulled her knees to her chest and was hugging herself tightly. Placing a soft hand on her cheek, Peter felt her temperature rising and he knew something was terribly wrong. Never leaving her side or removing the hand from her cheek, he pulled out his phone and called Walter.

The conversation consisted of 4 simple, rushed words…

Walter, Olivia's apartment, now!

He didn't even both putting the phone back in his pocket, dropping it on the floor when he left her begin to tremble. He brought her entire body into his embrace and she just shook.

Out of all the smarts he had, no had absolutely no idea what was happening to Olivia and he was frightened.

Ok, hope you enjoyed it. Looks like the spark maybe back in this story for me but we'll see what you guys think.

:D Ash