A/N: okay, Idea #2 won, sorry to those who wanted #1. This chapter is going to be short, because the way I wrote it is so that Olivia can read his mind, but mostly Peter reading her mind. I was torn between the two and it was a close call for votes.

**anything in italics is thoughts.

PREVIOUSLY

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.

3. Peter

Olivia's Story

She couldn't tell if Peter knew she could read his mind, he hadn't thought 'hey, I can read her mind.' so she just assumed that the ability hadn't worked for him.

It had been two days since she had realised, but she was too fascinated with what was in Peter's head to tell him. Or Walter for that matter. Walter would have poked and prodded them, experiment after experiment, test after test.

She had learnt so much from just . . . Poking around inside his mind.

The other day, they were sitting around waiting for Walter to finish his ramblings, and her mind wandered and she began to sift through his thoughts, memories.

At first, he had despised her for dragging him from Iraq to get his father to help her save the man she loved. But had grown to like her. She was shocked to learn that he thought the world of her. He thought she was strong willed, independent, brave and not afraid of anything. But that was also her problem. She was too cut off, alone. She wouldn't show any emotions, she would let anyone in, let anyone love her. Was that why she couldn't bring herself to say 'I love you' to John that night in the motel room?

She had learnt more about herself then she cared too, so she had stopped intruding his mind. She managed to block him out, put up a barrier to his mind. She felt more calm around him now, not knowing what he thought of her. Honestly, she was too afraid to know what he thought of her.

POPOPOPOPOP

"Agent Dunham!" Walter exclaimed. He held a tub of chocolate chip ice cream in one hand, and a well-rounded spoon of ice cream in the other. He wore his usual night time attire, a tied red night robe, and most likely nothing underneath. Her ungodly hour wake ups of the Bishop's, had become a mere norm now. And from past experience, Peter was always grumpy and strong coffee would help the situation. She walked in, placing the the tray of three coffees on the kitchen bench.

"We have a case. Broyles wants us at the lab in thirty minutes." she looked around, usually Peter was up as well, especially since Walter was up, eating ice cream with the television blaring in the background.

"Where's Peter, Walter?"

"Asleep," he spoke, mouth full of ice cream. "Do you want me to wake him?"

"No, I can do it, Walter. You finish your ice cream." she walked as silently as she could down the hall towards Peter's bedroom. She had only had to wake him twice before, but walking down the hallway felt extremely familiar, comfortable.

She decided she'd have just a small peep in his mind. After all, he was sleeping, what was the worse that could happen?

She stood next to the door, her ear placed lightly against it.

'God, Olivia! Please!' She could he the begging in his voice. 'Ohh' He started to moan, she could hear him mentally and through the door.

She walked back down the hall, suddenly aware that Peter thought of her in that way.

"Is Peter coming?" Walter asked, he was sitting on the couch watching some show.

"Ah, no. Not yet. I'm gonna let him sleep a little longer." she blushed a deep red, but shook it off as best she could.

Several minutes later, Olivia asked if Walter could go wake Peter, too embarrassed herself to venture there again.

"Hey, morning." he said sleepily as he stumbled half-asleep into the lounge room. Olivia sat on the couch, drinking her coffee, her feet rested on the coffee table.

She stood up, "Hi." she said shyly, "Your coffee might be cold." indicating towards the kitchen bench.

He took the coffee, sculling it eagerly in the hope of waking up. He showered and dressed quickly, before being dragged by an eager Walter out to meet Olivia, who had went to start the car.

POPOPOPOPOPOP

They arrived at the lab, meeting Broyles. Two agents guarded a girl in the corner, who was sipping a cola.

Broyles informed them of what happened.

"Aimee Walker, 14 years old, killed her father while defending her mother and siblings from his abuse. She killed them when her body 'over loaded' of sorts, creating an energy explosion from her body."

Broyles continued, "her mother said that she was different. She could read minds and can create energy fields from the excess energy used because of her mind reading."

"What do you want us to do about it?" Olivia asked,

"Well, her mother asked if there was anything we could do to stop her 'ability' or prevent any further outbursts." he spoke, "Walter mentioned he was doing an experiment on you and Peter, on mind reading, and cortexiphan."

"Yeah, Walter may be able to do something. No guarantees though." Peter interjected.

Olivia walked over to Aimee, who smiled up at her, "Aimee, I'm Olivia Dunham, that is Peter Bishop," she pointed to Peter behind her, "We're going to help you figure this out."

"He likes you, more then you know." she stated. "But you've been in his head already, why doesn't he know?"

"I don't want to tell him just yet. Don't tell him. Okay?" Aimee nodded, smiling at her.

"Dunham?" Broyles called, Olivia apologised and left Aimee.

Peter took her place, introducing himself and asking her about what she can do, what happens afterwards. But she turned it against him, reading his mind and interrogating him.

"You haven't told her. You're poking around in her mind and she doesn't know." her head turned sideways as she dug deeper into his mind, "But she's fragile, you don't want to hurt her. You're only wanting to know what she doesn't feel ready to tell you face to face, things kept secret. Things like her step father, her childhood." she took his thoughts from straight from his head.

She knew everything. This was going to be a problem.

A/N: okay so I hope this is okay. I added in Aimee so that she can be a mid-way person for Peter and Olivia. Also the case, the abusive father will (hopefully) help me put in Olivia's past and her step father (as asked for).

** I've got more exams this week, so until at least Friday I won't have much time to update. Sorry for the inconvenience.

:)