I do not own Fringe or any of the characters. This is just a story for enjoyment and fun, and I don't make any money off this story.

I know its been awhile since since i've updated, Life kind of got in the way. :) But here's the long awaited chapter.

Enjoy!

-Pipp

Chapter 4: Message

'It was a long and dark December from the rooftops I remember...snow..white snow...'1

Oliva sat up straight in bed as she heard Coldplay's 'Violet Hill' emiting from her cellphone. Reaching over and picking up the device she answered in a very sleepy tone. "This is Agent Dunham."

"Oliva, its Astrid. Walter has discovered what Mr. Winchester was working on."

There was a loud boom and sounds of electricity in the background.

"Walter be careful!"

"Astor!" he exclaimed. "Its magnificent!"

"Astrid! And while it may be magnificent, its also very dangerous." she said covering the mouth piece with her hand as she talk to Walter. Oliva couldn't help but laugh at what was happening on the other end of the phone. " Ah, Agent Dunham, could come down to the lab?"

Running a hand through her long blonde hair and looked over to the blinking clock on her bed side table, 3:15 a.m. "Sure. I'm on my way." she said smiling brightly before clicking the phone closed.

Rolling out of bed she pulled on a pair of black sweat pants, a grey t-shirt that had thick navy letters stating she was FBI on the back. Walking into the kitchen she pulled a black light zip up hoodie from the back of the chair at her table. The agent struggled to pull on her grey and black running shoes as she walked toward the front door grabbing her keys and wallet. The wallet hung from her mouth as she looked her apartment door, before she stuck it in her jacket pocket. As she started toward her black SUV, Oliva took a few seconds to run her hands through her hair and pull it back into a ponytail. Her phone rang again as she opened the large door of her SUV. The blonde almost dropped her phone answering it and getting into the vehicle. "Dunham?"

" You have a message from a patient at Caron Rehab Facility, would you like to hear it?"

Oliva knew it was Peter. It seemed he wasn't able to contact her directly, but it was still his case, and he needed to have contact with her. "Yes, please relay the message."

" Agent Dunham, I have located and befriended Dr. Wesley Winchester. I was recently attacked by a man I believe to have been experimented on by the Doctor. Can you look into his background for me.. I'd like to understand this man more, and find out perhaps why he was targeted over the others his name is..." There was sound of someone looking through some papers. " Micheal Lorren is his name, get back to me as soon as you can. Thanks."

It seemed even though Peter had his issues, his mind was still on the case. Oliva made a mental note to call her Superior, Agent Broyles and find out about this man. But first, she would find out what kind of drug the good Doctor was using from Walter. Turning the key in the ignition, she started down the snow covered road toward Walter's lab at Harvard.

The blonde stepped out of the vehicle and made her way to the lab. What she came upon caused the woman to raise her eyebrow in wonder. Astrid was sitting on a stool with wires connected to her head, following the wires at the other end was a standard laptop, which was flashing all sorts of images.

Olive turned her head to look at Walter with her arms crossed in a very confused manner. " Walter, may I ask what exactly you are doing?" she questioned looking over at the computer screen of the laptop. Every time she blinked she saw a new image flash across the screen, though she couldn't really make out what they were.

" Using the images on the screen of the laptop I'm trying to map the brain to find the part where Nightmares come from, so I can find out how this Dr. Winchester taps this center of the brain to make them appear to be real." Walter said sucking on the cherry flavored lollipop in his mouth as he adjusted the wires on Astrid's head.

"And the images are?"

Astrid took a big gulp and looked over at the blonde Agent. "Walter has images of the things I fear the most flashing across the screen and directly into my brain."

Oliva's blue eyes blinked. "Aren't your scared?"

"Terrified, honestly."

Walter let out a giggle of joy as he moved across the lab to another computer watching the image of Astrid's brain light up with different colors. "Ah there.. I see it.. The Doctor must be accessing this part of the brain and sending some kind of signal into the brain while the subject is sleeping, to make these nightmares appear real." he said closing the window and looking at Astrid. He smiled and moved to the laptop stopping the images. " I would never perform such things on this lovely subject. No, that might break her."

Astrid sighed and reached pulling off each of the wires connected to her head.

" Peter left me a message with some useful information. Apparently he was attacked by a man who was used as human test subject by Mr. Winchester." Oliva said watching Walter walk around the lab nervously when she mentioned Peter. " Don't worry Walter, he's quiet alright. Just a cut. I'm about to look into the man's background..."

Walter turned around pulling the red candy out of his mouth. "Please let me know his background. It may help me find out how he's doing this."

The blonde agent smiled at the older gentleman, clearly he worried for his son. Pulling out her phone she called Agent Broyles, updating him on the case and asking for the information on Micheal Lorren. Once he told her about Mr. Lorren, she asked him to send her a copy of the files so she could share them with Dr. Bishop. Pulling them up on the laptop that was earlier flashing the images. She thanked him, and he wished her well on the case, and hoping that it would come to quick end.

"This is Micheal Lorren, father of three, and was happily married, till about six months ago. He came home one night after stating late at his place of work as a lawyer, and found his whole family murdered. It appears he didn't handle it well, and checked himself into the medical ward." she said reading of the case file to the Doctor.

" An already corrupt state of mind, would make an easy target for our Dr. Winchester." Walter said sitting down one of stools and spinning around on it.

The blonde agent nodded her head as she pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialing the number that Peter had called from and leaving a message of her own about this Micheal Lorren.

Peter woke up suddenly breathing hard and cold sweat running down his entire body. He raised one of his pale hands to his nose and drew it back. His blue eyes eyed the red that was on the back of it. Blood, fantastic. The brown hair man pulled himself out of his sheets and stood in front of the metal mirror in his room, turning on the sink, he used the water to wash the blood from the nosebleed from his face. Closing his eyes he tried to remember what had happened during the night that would cause his nose to bleed. All he could remember was flashes of a dream he had. Opening his eyes they looked at the sewn gash on his face, and touched it light with his wet hand. Hissing he drew the hand away quickly. It was going to scar, he knew it. Perhaps it would give him more character?

There was a loud knock at his door. "Mr. Bishop, the Doctor would like to check your wound.. please make yourself presentable, I am coming in." said the strong female voice, that he knew was the nurse Lucy. Looking down at himself, and then at himself in the mirror, the man decided he looked as good as was going to get. The large door opened and the large nurse came in, holding a small plastic cup of pills. Peter took the cup, dry swallowing the pills.

" Follow me Mr. Bishop." she said taking the cup from him and leading him out of the room and down the hall to the medical wing. "Have a seat, I'll go find the Doctor."

The red head gestured to the shiny silver table sitting in the middle of the room, as she went through a set of doors into the good Doctor's office. The man sat on the table and the young black scrubbed Doctor came through the door, with the nurse right behind him. "Take good care of Mr. Bishop, I will be back for him once you are done." the red head turning her head to look Peter. "Mr. Bishop, you have a message, and you'll be able to listen to it after we're done here. Please do not misbehave, I'd hate to have to lock you in your room again."

The nurse smiled a bit before leaving through the door. Peter smiled, and laughed a little. This nurse was truly a terrifying woman. His thoughts were quickly halted when he felt the Doctor touching his face and he let out a hiss. " I see, still tender after almost a week." the doctor said taking down some notes. "How are you sleeping?"

The brown haired man raised one of his eyebrows at the odd question, or more of very random question. "Why do you ask?"

" The bags under your eyes."

"I'm sleeping fine."

" You do know I have to make note of that..."

Peter let out a sigh, knowing that making a note of that may mean he might have to go see a shrink eventually. They would want to pick his brain and see why he turned to drugs and the bottle. " I figured it would happen."

The Doctor half smiled, before taking more notes. "I'll be taking out the stitches in a couple days, and we'll see how it looks."

The blue eyed man nodded. Though he didn't really want anyone digging around in his head for answers to his darkest thoughts. It was bad enough that he had some crazy nightmare controlling mad scientist screwing around in his brain, he didn't want to add a shrink to the list of people inside his head.

Lucy interrupted his inner thoughts when she put her hand softly on Peter's shoulder. "Come now Mr. Bishop, you still have a message to listen to from the blonde woman before I let you go back to the recreation room." the woman said in a very softy voice.

The agent stood following the busty nurse out of the Medical Wing and down the hall, to the room, which looked like a small library, but there were also a couple phones in the room. Nurse Lucy took the phone off the hook and dialed a number before handing it to Peter. "Stay as long as you think you need, dear."

The brown haired man took the phone and held it up to his ear as he sat down in the plain brown chair at the phone table. Listening to the instructions, he made his way to the messages left on his phone.

" Mr. Bishop, you asked me to look up the information on Mr. Micheal Lorren. What I've found is that this man has experienced a life tragedy that would make his mind very open to manipulation. So perhaps the Doctor is looking for those of weak will and mind. Let me know if you make anymore headway in the case, and I'll keep you up to date with what we find on our side. Good Luck."

Peter knew he would have to try harder to get headway in this case and produce results for the Bureau. The quicker he got results, the faster he could be out of here and back home in comfort. So his task here now was to find out just how exactly his fellow chess player was getting into the minds of the people here. Turning around to look at the red headed nurse, he wondered if she knew anything about Mr. Winchester and what he was doing here, maybe it wasn't as hidden as the Doctor seemed to make it be. Maybe some kind of bargain could be made.

1 Violet Hill by Coldplay *I don't own this song, all rights are to Coldplay and its production company.