Chapter eight:
Olivia stared at Peter's door, she couldn't decide whether to go home, or do what she had come here to do.
She took in a deep breath, she knew exactly why she was here, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She just didn't have the nerve to do it.
Why am I so nervous about this? He feels it too, I've seen it in his eyes a countless number of times...Then why was she so reluctant to make the first move?
Just do it, just knock on the door and when he answers-kiss him.
What if he didn't feel the same way...? No, come on...you drove all the way out here and now you're just gonna go back home??
Urgh, what am I doing?
She ran a hand through her hair and glanced at the door, there it stood. Firm. Keeping her and Peter apart.
Great, now you're blaming the door-since when have you been a coward?? She asked herself.
Olivia walked towards the door, Here goes... she braced herself as she raised a hand, please answer the door when I knock Peter...
Before her knuckles could wrap on the door, Peter swung it open, he looked shocked to see her standing there.
'Uh O-Olivia...?'
'Hey...'
'What're you uh...' he furrowed his brow, trying to find the words, hoping she wouldn't notice the way he had pulled the door closer to him, so she couldn't see what was going on inside. But she noticed.
'What's going on?' She asked bluntly.
Peter smiled at her, as if he didn't know what she was referring to.
'Shouldn't I be asking you that?' He quipped.
Olivia met his gaze with a look of disdain. Nice Try Bishop. She pushed past him.
'Olivia wait...!'
Olivia stormed into the living room, she could hear Peter following her in, his attempts to stop her landed on deaf ears.
Olivia came to a halt in the lounge, her eyes landed on three men, all in black suits with maroon shirts. Her gaze shifted to the man in the centre of the room, he was tall, relatively handsome, with short dark hair.
'I'm FBI Agent Olivia Dunham...' She said, putting out a hand to shake his, knowing full well that Peter was probably writhing out of discomfort behind her. Peter sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair. This wasn't good.
Big Eddie smiled down at the hot FBI agent, 'You can call me Eddie, Olivia.' The instant Olivia heard his tone, she realised how dangerous the man potentially was. He had a calculating look in his eyes, and an edge to his voice as he shook her hand, Olivia glanced at their hands, when the handshake was over, his hand lingered against hers for a moment too long. Olivia pulled her hand aside.
So this was Big Eddie. The one Peter was running from.
'You're friends of Peter's?' She asked.
'Let's talk about you instead,' he said with a smile that was as charming as it was predatory.
'She's got nothing to do with me Eddie, leave her alone...'
Eddie smiled, 'Then why is she at your apartment so early in the morning,' he asked, then he turned to Olivia, a hungry smile on his lips, 'Or should I say, so late at night?'
Olivia glared at him, Peter took Olivia's arm and pulled her to his side, it was as if the men were two animals marking their hold on the unsuspecting prey.
Olivia glanced at Peter as he protectively stepped forward, forcing Eddie to look at him instead of Olivia.
'She's got nothing to do with this. Take your money and go.'
'Oh come on now Petey,' Eddie said with a warm smile, he grabbed Peter's cheek roughly and gave it a squeeze, Peter pulled out of his hold. Olivia watched Eddie carefully, Peter wasn't one to take crap off anyone, the fact that he was letting Eddie treat him like that was a big thing.
'You holding out on me buddy?' Eddie asked Peter.
'Eddie-Don't touch her-' Peter began to say as Eddie pushed him aside and approached Olivia. Olivia reached behind her back cautiously, her hand landing on the cold metal handle of her gun. She gripped it. Ready.
Eddie raised a hand towards her cheek, a look of thirst his in eyes.
Olivia glared at him, she hated slime balls like Big Eddie.
Do it, I dare you. Her eyes challenged his, the instant his fingertips grazed her cheeks Peter erupted.
'HEY!' Peter yelled, Eddie turned around only to have Peter grab his shoulder and punch him in the face, Eddie, being the big man he was barely even flinched, he returned the punch with a much more painful effect on poor Peter.
'Urgh!' Peter yelled as he cupped his nose.
Panicked, Olivia pulled out her gun, aiming it right between Eddie's eyes, 'HEY! THAT'S ENOUGH...! Get out of here!'
Eddie's henchmen all pulled out their guns, aiming them at Olivia. Peter wiped the blood from his nose, stubbornly glaring at Eddie. This wasn't over.
'Lower your weapons.' Eddie said calmly to his men, if anything, he seemed amused by Peter's passionate reaction. Eddie held Olivia's gaze.
'I should have known it was only a matter of time before you'd start sleeping with the FBI,' Eddie said to Peter.
'Eddie...just take the brief case and go.' Peter said cautiously, he would not endanger Olivia.
Eddie smiled at Olivia, 'I've got my eyes on you sweetheart.'
Olivia felt a wave of fury hit her, everything about Eddie reminded her of all the criminals she'd locked up, who had haunted her with their similarities to her stepfather.
She held the gun steadily. Eddie looked impressed by her defiance.
'Don't let this one slip through your fingers Petey...Or I'll catch her.'
Shit. He's got his eyes on Olivia, damn it!
Olivia didn't realise Eddie's words were a warning to Peter. A warning that chilled Peter to the bone.
'C'mon boys...' Eddie ordered, his henchmen swiftly aligned behind him as he walked out of the front door, briefcase in hand.
Peter slumped onto the couch, cupping his nose, 'It's okay...they're gone.' Olivia didn't budge, her gun held out before her, she wanted to be certain they were gone, after a moment, Olivia lowered her gun.
She walked over to the front door, locking it, for her own comfort rather than Peter's. She turned and faced Peter.
'What were you thinking Peter? Having them in the same house Walter is?'
'I don't wanna talk about it-'
'Facing them ALONE? What if I wasn't here-!?'
'It would have gone ALOT smoother!' he snapped back at her. Olivia studied him, he winced as he touched his nose.
'Let me have a look.'
'it's fine.' He mumbled.
'I wasn't asking.' She said shortly as she waked over to the couch. She studied his nose for a second, 'Okay, hold still-' Peter did as he was told.
'OW!' he yelled as she pushed his nose.
'That hurt right?'
'YES-'
'Good, because that's how I feel whenever you try to lie to me...You're no good at it. So you should stop-'
This ruffled his temper, 'You know what, you're the first and only person who thinks that Olivia-I'm a brilliant liar-'
'Was that a lie? Because that was good.'
Sarcasm. How mature. Peter clenched his jaw, 'Why are you here? Besides for making my life difficult.'
She better have a good reason, it's 3am...
A pause...
Just tell him...
'I don't think I understand the answer to that myself.'
Peter tried to sneak a glance at her, but was caught red-handed in the process, her green eyes seemed to soften as his own landed on them, he quickly looked away, hoping he didn't seem to flustered. Olivia fought back a smile, Did he just try to check me out?
'So...Big Eddie,' she nodded, 'That's where you got the 'sweetheart' thing from?'
Peter chuckled then immediately flinched as he touched his nose, Olivia grinned at him as he turned to face her.
'I spent alot of time with him...we kind of...got into a business-deal together...whether we like it or not, the people we spend time with change us.'
'Like spending time with me is making you a bad liar?' she asked, her voice was low but soft.
This drew a smile out of him, 'That's not why I find it hard to lie around you.'
Give me something more than that...she urged, wishing he would be the one to step up and point out what they had, she didn't want to put her heart on the line.
I wish I could give her more than that...but I've given her enough already.
Another pause.
'Why did you say you came over again?' He asked, doing his best to ease the tension between them via smalltalk.
'You know what?' She said with a smile, 'I don't remember.' She climbed to her feet, 'put some ice on your nose, I'll see you in Broyles' office tomorrow morning.'
She's going, stop her...come on, say something, anything, 'Why does Broyles wanna see me?'
'He wants to discuss Walter with you.'
Is that really all he wants to ask me?
'Oh.' He nodded, 'Alright, I'll see you then.'
'Yeah...' a whisper left her lips instead of a word.
Peter frowned as he followed her to the door.
'Olivia...?'
She turned around with an expectant look on her face.
'You come to my place at 3am...and then forget why you came...'
What are you getting at Peter?
He gave her a wry smile, with that thoughtful look he always had. 'And you call me a bad liar?'
Olivia stepped closer to him, What am I doing? Does he even feel the same way? Is this too soon?
Ignoring the chaos in her mind, Olivia leaned closer and kissed him firmly. Peter raised an eyebrow as their lips collided, his hands reached her hips as she cupped his face. She was kissing him slowly now as the heat between them became more sensual, more undeniable. For the first time in years, Peter's mind went blank, all he could think of was kissing her back, which he did so, and tenderly.
Get a grip, don't move too fast, just let yourself enjoy this...he told himself, fighting the urge to kiss her passionately, instead he responded to her, letting her lead, kissing her how she wanted to be kissed.
As the kiss came to an end, Olivia pulled away, her eyes were still closed and her heart was racing in her chest.
One word was in her mind, Wow.
Peter opened his eyes, his hands were still at her waist, their lips were inches apart, the heat between the two of them was palpable.
'Peter...' she whispered, pressing her forehead against his as their noses touched.
'You should go...' he replied, saying it for her. Olivia gave him a coy-yet grateful look. He pulled away, not letting her eyes leave his, she placed her hands over his as they let go of her waist, letting them linger over his, he watched her observantly, she had needless to say, blown him away. Olivia slowly let go of his hands as they returned by his side. Letting him know she was just as reluctant to leave as he was to end the kiss.
'Goodnight,' she whispered.
Peter was captivated, 'goodnight,' his lips replied as his voice caught in his throat, his mind was elsewhere, as was Olivia's.
Stay, come on...change your mind...Peter hoped silently as he leaned against the doorframe. Olivia climbed into the car, I need to get out of here before I let myself give in...She cast him a sheepish smile before turning on the engine.
'Bravo...' Walter chanted from behind Peter, Peter groaned as Walter clapped enthusiastically.
'You can sleep through the mob beating me up but you wake up in time to see-'
'I think she's attracted to you despite her own reasoning skills, son.' Walter said as he pat him on the shoulder. 'Don't screw it up.' Walter advised as he strolled into the kitchen.
Little did he realise what the impact of his words was having on his son.
Don't screw it up. Peter told himself. Big Eddie's eyes were on Olivia now, Broyles wanted to find a reason to incarcerate Walter for the explosion in the lab, Peter had punched a mob boss in the face, but all these worries were for tomorrow. Tonight, he would only be able to think about one thing and one thing only.
Olivia Dunham.
End chapter eight
AuthorNote: let me know if you think i should continue this,:) Thanks for all your feedback etc
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