A/N: Firstly, let me apologize immensely. I am SOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating sooner. I got distracted by my other story (In 10 Months) and completely forgot about this one. I'm do my best to alternate and try and upload new chapters for both at the same time.

Secondly, this chapter has three swear words (same word) in the first paragraph.

Okay so the way I wrote this is that it's both of their thoughts of the situation and then them discovering they can read each other's minds. I confused myself a little writing this, so hope its okay.

PREVIOUSLY

Peter looked at her as they walked, Why did you never tell me about your step-father? I've always been there for you, you know you can trust me. He thought, knowing she couldn't hear it.

But Olivia turned, looking face on at him.

Oh no. Was all he thought.

5. Insomnis Veritas

"What did you say?" Olivia had stopped walking, looking at him.

"Hmm? Nothing." Play dumb. You said nothing. Peter thought.

He heard me. About my step-father. He heard it all. Shit. Olivia's thoughts were muddled, confused and angry at the same time. Why was he poking around in my head? Why couldn't he just ask? Sure, I'd probably ignore it, but still asking is more polite then rummaging through people's heads! She was practically screaming the thoughts. More questions erupted, Oh god, everything, everything I've been thinking about, he heard! How much does he know? What does he know? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Alright!" Peter burst suddenly. "Just . . . stop thinking. Please." He begged,

Her mind was on overload, and his head was pounding thanks to her mental conversation with herself.

Walter's experiment worked. Did Peter tell Walter? She stopped thinking for a second, No, he didn't. She concluded after sifting through his thoughts quickly.

Hello Olivia. Peter thought. He knew this would catch her attention.

Olivia's eye opened wide, before squinting angrily, Get out of my head, Bishop.

I'd say the same to you, Dunham. Been poking around have you?

How much have you heard? Olivia thought defensively.

"Oh, enough. You like bubble baths, Rachel's cooking is terrible, but then I tasted it firsthand. Oh and you're in love with me." Peter said out loud.

Olivia gasped, trying to keep her emotions in check. "No I'm not." La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La, Olivia thought in an attempt to keep Peter out of her head. [If she can't think properly, then he can't hear her.]

Peter was saddened by her response. He'd been joking but secretly hoped it was true. He was hoping for some kind of mental response, a 'he knows' or 'yes'. But she had denied it and had hidden away behind 'La La's'.

You guys do know I'm still here? Right. And I can hear everything? Aimee joined their mental rampage.

"Oh, sorry Aimee. Let's get you back, find you somewhere to stay."

POPOPOPOPOP

When they returned to the lab, Olivia was still keeping up with the 'La La's', despite that fact that she wasn't thinking straight and struggling to talk properly with Broyles.

What Olivia had managed to understand of what Broyles had said to her, he had found a foster family for Aimee. Agent Johnson, who had been debriefed on the fringe unit a while back for an earlier case, had agreed to foster Aimee, and adopt her if she was happy with them. He knew the risks, her secret, but didn't care. His wife had always wanted kids, but was never able to conceive.

Aimee had left shortly after they had returned. Having thanked Peter and Olivia, she left happy. Broyles had cleared everything up, having the coroner report her father's death as a haemorrhage. An accident no one could foresee or prevent.

After all, it was accident, in defence.

Peter waved off Aimee as Agent Johnson drove them off. Peter was glad it was an easy case (they never got those often), but the things that were to come, with Olivia, weren't going to be as easy.

Olivia was in the office, gathering her things, and angrily stuffing them into her bag.

"Bye, Walter, Astrid. See you tomorrow." Olivia called as she left the lab.

Peter listened, La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La. Yep, definitely not going to be easy. He was surprised that she had kept it up that long. She was really determined to keep her personal thoughts, well personal.

"Have you annoyed Agent Dunham, son?" Walter asked him,

"Why?"

"She didn't say goodbye to you, Peter. I wonder if something's the matter?"

"Yes. We had a small fight." Peter admitted.

"Oh. About the mind reading?"

"Wha—who told you?"

"Olivia. When you were outside with Aimee just now. She was quite upset that you had invaded her privacy." Damn Walter for being lucid the one time Peter stuffed up. He knew he was in for a lecture, either about Olivia's feelings (her only being human and all) or how Peter should just profess his love for her and get it over with. These lectures came up commonly, whenever Peter and Olivia argued, or when the tension between them was so thick, even Walter on one of his concoctions (brown betty or LSD) could feel it.

"Well, Walter, she'd been poking around in my head too. So I should be mad at her."

"Yes, she did tell me that. But she blocked it, refused to hear it. I . . .I think was she scared of whatever she heard form you." Walter walked away, "Insomnis Veritas."

"In dreams there is truth." Peter translated.

"Exactly. She heard more then she wanted."

Walter looked at his son, he watched as Peter's mind clicked. Putting the pieces together.

That morning when she had came over to collect them for the case. Peter had dreamt of Olivia. But was woken by Walter, usually Olivia did when she came over, Walter either inappropriately dressed or immersed in something else.

She must have heard his dream. Knowing Olivia, Peter knew she probably freaked out. It explained her awkwardness.

"Astrid, can you take care of Walter for a few? I need—"

"Go." Astrid nodded, knowing what he planned, "Just don't do anything stupid!" she called as he sprinted out of the door.

A/N: Okay I've started on the next chapter so update either Saturday or Sunday.