A/N: anything in italics is thoughts.

PREVIOUSLY

Peter decided not to tell Olivia, or Walter that he could read Olivia's mind. One, she would kill him if she knew what he had heard, and two, it would give him the chance to get to know her a little better. The Olivia Dunham that had locked herself behind walls and barriers, hidden away.

2. Olivia. In the Dinning Room. With the Spaghetti.

Peter's Story

Today was an unusual day. There were no cases to investigate, no dead bodies, no paperwork to complete, sign or edit. It was a boring day, full of nothing, and nothing accomplished.

Olivia fidgeted in her seat as Walter tried to remember the exact dosages given to Peter and herself, for his experiment. They had been sitting there, waiting for Walter's epiphany for at least three hours.

"Walter! Just leave it. Forget the whole thing." Peter practically exploded from tension and annoyance.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He was tired, having been kept awake all night by Walter's constant ramblings of the Fibonacci Sequence. 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144. Walter always seemed to stop there, and then started again. These numbers were practically burned into Peter's brain.

Olivia stood up, checking the time on her mobile. "I've got to get going. Rachel said she wanted to cook dinner," I'll probably eat before I get there, she can't cook, but I promised she could at least attempt to cook spaghetti, at least fake a decent smile. Peter looked at her. So she was the Dunham sister that could cook. He wondered what Rachel was good at that Olivia wasn't.

"Hey Astrid, could you take Walter home when he's finished?"

"Yeah, sure Peter. How about some ice cream Walter, before I drop you off?"

"Toffee ice cream!" Walter exclaimed.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Olivia started for the door,

"Hey, 'Livia, can you give me a ride?"

"Sure."

"Why is Rachel cooking?" he asked when they were in the car. Olivia pulled out of the parking spot and headed for the main road towards her apartment.

"I broke one of her favourite CDs so I agreed to let her cook. She knows she can't cook, but she tries her best." a small smile spread across her lips as she spoke. Rachel must have had some terrible 'trying her bests' for Olivia to smile at the memory.

"She ant be too bad of a cook."

You have no idea, Peter. It's terrible, Ella likes it because she grew up with it, but I always cooked at home.

"Really? Okay, stay for dinner and we'll see who gags first."

"$20 I don't gag, then."

"Your on." she smiled widely, knowing the outcome already.

Ha, poor Peter. Easy $20.

They arrived soon after their little wager was made. Rachel was just setting the table.

"Hey, Liv!" she started, "Oh, and Peter." she corrected.

"I said he could stay for dinner."

"Well that's good, I made a big bowl."

They sat down at the table, Ella bouncing from her room and sitting next to Peter.

"Did Mommy cook?" Ella asked Olivia quietly as Rachel went to get the spaghetti.

"Yes." Olivia answered.

The little girls noses wrinkled in disgust.

"But mommy can't cook as well as you do, Aunt Liv."

Peter broke out in laughter. So even her own daughter didn't lilac her cooking.

"Don't worry, baby girl. I'll take you for ice cream later."

She smiled widely.

POPOPOPO

"Hand it over." Olivia held her hand towards Peter as he sculled his bottle of pepsi.

He reluctantly handed her the twenty dollar bill, groaning displeasingly.

"I told you she couldn't cook."

Peter, Olivia and Ella walked down the street, away from the ice cream store, back towards the car.

Ella licked her ice cream. Olivia held both hers and Peters while he washed out his mouth.

"Did she out garlic or mustard in it?" he asked.

"Yeah, she has a weird thing for mustard. Especially on burgers." Olivia answered.

Once the pepsi was gone, they started on their ice creams, which had melted down most of Olivia's hand.

Peter could hear Olivia's thoughts. She was mentally gloating. No, screaming to the world that she had been right.

Peter took his serviette and started to wipe away the melted ice cream from Olivia's hand. The second his hand touched hers, Olivia's thoughts changed completely. All she could think about now was Peter.

He ran his hand with the serviette down her arm, wiping it clean. She stood absolutely froze on the stop, scared to move, breath. She followed his hand with her eyes.

When he took his hand away he could hear her, Don't stop.

Peter was beginning to like this ability his father had 'bestowed' upon him. He mentally smiled to himself.

Olivia breathed deeply, collecting herself form the millions of pieces she had shattered into from Peter's touch.

They looked at each other, just . . . Gazing into each others eyes.

Stop it! Stop thinking about him. He's not yours to think about! Peter could tell she was mentally yelling at herself. If only she knew that he loved her.

He debated with himself, tell her? Don't tell her? If he told her, she'd freak, hide herself, but if her didn't, she'd never know, she'd wonder 'What if?', she'd be hurting.

Ella had walked ahead of them, unaware that they had stopped.

"Aunt Liv?" she called out.

This shook Peter and Olivia back to reality and they hurried on towards the little girl.

A/N: short, I know, sorry.

I have two ideas for the next chapter, both will decide how to continue the story, so I want your opinions on what you wanna read.

1) Peter is the only one with the ability and continues listening to Olivia and him trying to tell her that he loves her

2) Olivia gets the ability as well, but doesn't tell Peter - so the chapters will alternate form both their stories and what they hear from the others, eventually proclaiming their love for each other

~*Anyways, tell me what idea you like the best, majority rules, any other ideas are welcome.

A note on the title, I was watching Olivia. In the Lab. With the Revolver when I was writing this.

:)