A/N: I don't even know how long it's been. Motivation is low, I'm not allowing myself to start anything else until this is finished, so there's that I guess :/. Reviews and/or favorites help IMMENSELY, yet again, the reason I finished this chapter was because someone favorited and followed my story :) so thanks to that person and thanks to everyone else who reviewed, enjoy!
Chapter 13: Back To The Beginning
"I'm sick of the lies," Olivia said, shoving Saunders onto a bench in front of the Peto police station, "why did you want me and what does Cortexiphan have to do with it?"
Saunders was silent as he maintained a straight face, staring at the officer supervising the conversation. Olivia grew even more frustrated.
"If you could experiment on Brianna Orlbreck, why am I that important?"
She wasn't getting anything. Even Olivia knew that she would never get him to talk right now, but she couldn't help herself from trying. Sighing, she ran her fingers threw her still wet hair.
"You're going to jail, so I don't see why you're so stubborn on ignoring me." she then prompted, hoping to get a reaction out of him.
Again, nothing.
In fact, he didn't even seem to have heard her. His gaze was fixed on something behind her. Apprehensive, she turned around and saw the officer shift uncomfortably. Something was clearly up.
Slowly coming to a stand, Olivia placed her hand on her gun reassuringly, "What's going on? What are you looking-"
Suddenly, the officer collapsed to the ground, a bullet hole in his head. Panic set in as she whipped out her gun, turning as she searched for the source of the bullet. Facing the retaining wall, she found what she expected and more.
Two men with heavily accessorized pistols had their guns aimed at her. Her own gun already raised, Olivia was beginning to think of an escape when she heard the click of a gun behind her.
"Put the gun down. Now." a gruff, unfamiliar voice commanded.
She slowly knelt to put the gun to the ground, her mind racing to find an out. She hadn't told anyone that she was going here, Peter thought she was still at the hotel.
The moment her gun touched the ground, the man behind her swung the heel of his gun at her.
A searing pain ran through her head and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Peter couldn't sleep. It wasn't surprising, but after turning off the TV and tossing and turning for half an hour in the dreadful heat, he was annoyed.
Olivia hadn't looked very tired either, but she had said she was, meaning she wanted to be left alone.
But she always wanted to be left alone. Whenever there was something bothering her, she went into solitude. Peter usually left her alone when she wanted it, but sometimes he convinced himself to push past the wall she always put up.
He supposed this could be one of those times, seeing as he couldn't sleep.
Throwing on his clothes, he headed out his door to see what Olivia was up to. Reaching her door, he sighed before he gently knocked on her door, hoping for a response.
Not getting anything, he knocked again, this time a little louder.
When nothing happened, Peter figured she actually was asleep and quietly headed back to his room, this time, falling asleep in ten minutes.
"You were supposed to call Faber when we got you guys."
Nodding, Saunders grabbed the phone he was offered and dialed.
"Please tell me this is Saunders." Faber said into the phone immediately, not wasting his time with formalities.
"Yeah, it's me, we got Dunham too. You said you would tell us what to do next?"
"Yes, I was hoping you could find the girl too," Faber paused, sighing, "but it's too risky to stay there any longer, just come back to base."
"Sounds good to me, we should be there by tomorrow night." Saunders replied, relieved that he was done.
"I'll expect you."
Returning the phone to the man driving, Saunders smiled for the first time in a very long time.
"Guys, were heading home."
Peter woke to sunlight streaming in through the dingy curtains. Sitting up, he ran his hands over his face and was surprised to see that it was half past ten, much too late to be waking up, especially since Olivia loved to get him up at the most ungodly hours of the day.
He figured Broyles must not have called her back yet.
Slowly getting up, he headed for the shower, eager to cool down from the heat of the hotel room.
Twenty minutes later Peter stepped out of his room, dressed, packed and ready to go, but there was still no sign of Olivia.
A slight frown settling on his face, he headed to her door and knocked, awaiting a response. When none came he set down his bag and knocked louder, "Olivia? Are you in there?"
The room was silent, and Peter found it incredibly hard to believe that Olivia would still be asleep. Concern started to overshadow his thoughts, but he tried to downplay it. He tended to over react when it came to Olivia.
Grabbing his bag, he headed for the lobby, hoping to see if anyone down there knew where she might be.
"Excuse me," he said to the English-speaking woman at the front, "have you seen a blonde woman leave here recently?"
The womans brows furrowed in confusion, "I saw a blonde woman leave last night, but none other than that."
Peter was taken aback. Last night? Olivia had no reason to leave the hotel last night, especially alone. "Did she return?" he asked.
"Not that I'm aware, no." the woman shrugged apologetically, "but if it helps, she didn't take any bags with her, so I'm assuming her things are still in her room. I can't give you access without a legitimate reason though."
"No, that's fine," he replied, shaking his head, "I'll be back."
Tossing his bag next to the counter, Peter walked out of the hotel, he didn't have any concerns about someone taking it. His only concern was why Olivia hadn't returned from wherever she went. It was unlike her to go somewhere for an entire night without telling him.
He stopped abruptly when he noticed the missing car in the parking lot. He wasn't surprised that she had taken the car, but that made his life a hell of a lot harder than it had to be. She wasn't very considerate of others when she had her mind set on something.
Peter was heading back to the hotel to call Broyles when he saw an ambulance rush by the hotel, sirens blaring. It was headed towards the police station.
It was then that Peter made the connection. Saunders, she'd want to see him.
Turning around, Peter jogged the short distance to the station, his mind playing out every possible scenario. In every one, he hoped that the ambulance wasn't for Olivia.
As he approached he saw at least twenty townspeople crowded around, curious about the situation, there were a few officers, trying to hold the crowd back. The car he and Olivia had been using was parked at the side of the road.
"Por favor," Peter panted, grabbing the nearest officer by the arm, "soy Peter Bishop, soy de los Estados Unidos, hablas ingles?"
Recognizing Peter, the officer replied, "Yes, you want to know what happened?"
"Yes, please."
Walking out of Peters grasp, the officer headed towards where some paramedics with a stretcher were. Peter followed, and only then did he see the body on the ground, a sheet covering it.
Terror immediately struck Peter as he saw the body. He tried to push past the officer to get to the body. It couldn't be Olivia, he couldn't deal with that, he would kill Saunders if he had to...
"Sir," the officer said gruffly, stopping Peter from going further. Looking into the man's eyes, Peter could see the grief the man was trying to hide. "that is my partner."
Understanding hit Peter as he tried to hide his relief. Nodding solemnly Peter looked from the body to the officer, "I'm sorry."
The officer just shook his head, "That is not all. The man we were detaining for you is gone and there is a second blood stain on the concrete over there." he pointed to a spot near the bench where sure enough, a small pool of blood had dried.
As an afterthought, the officer turned to Peter again, "If you don't mind me asking, where is your partner?"
Peter was now confused, after realizing the body wasn't Olivia's, he had assumed she was somewhere around the scene trying to find out where Saunders had gone, forgetting that she had been gone the entire night, "she isn't here?" he asked the officer, nervousness settling in again.
"No, I thought she was with you." the man said, looking at Peter questioningly.
"Well that's the car we have been using," Peter said quickly, pointing at the abandoned car on the side of the road, "so she was here, and she wouldn't have gone far without the car."
"Sir, no one was here when we arrived at the scene. Is it possible that the blood is your partners?"
Peter considered it. It was very possible, Olivia had probably wanted to talk to Saunders more. Saunders couldn't have possibly overcome both Olivia and the now dead officer though. He must have been helped...
"Sir?" the officer asked again, having been ignored.
Peter hesitated, "I... I think my partner has been kidnapped."
"Astrix!" Walter exclaimed, chewing on a red vine, "I seem to have lost my-"
"They're right here Walter," Astrid interrupted as she pointed towards a pair of scissors on the counter, "what do you need them for?"
"To cut something." he replied bluntly, taking the scissors and shuffling off.
Astrid rolled her eyes as she continued to type at the computer. Finding out where Brianna Orlbreck had reappeared was taking longer than expected, but she was close.
Hitting enter, she turned in her chair to allow the computer to process the information. She was about to go and investigate what Walter was up to when Broyles walked briskly through the door. His expression clearly told her something was wrong.
"Agent Farnsworth," he said, "Agent Dunham has been kidnapped, most likely by the same people as before."
Astrid's eyes widened as she stood from her chair, she wasn't expecting that. Even Walter emerged from behind a counter, a look of concern on his face.
"Peter called to inform me," Broyles continued, nodding at Walter, "she had visited the police station alone to see Agent Saunders at night, and now the two are missing. Saunders presumably was assisted." he paused to allow Astrid to process the information, "The top priority is now getting Agent Dunham back safely."
Astrid nodded understandably. As an afterthought she turned to the computer screen, and sure enough, Brianna's location had been found.
She was in England. London, more specifically.
Astrid sighed, this day wasn't getting much better.
"What do you mean there's nothing more for me to do? There's still an entire investigation going on here!" Peter said into his phone, clearly frustrated.
"The police will do their job just fine on their own, Bishop," Broyles cooly replied, "We need you back here, your father's been hard to manage."
"Give me an example of when he hasn't been hard to manage."
"Look Peter," Broyles said, ignoring his quip, "I know you're frustrated, but Saunders is probably long gone from where you are anyway, you can help the most by coming here. Arrangements have already been made for your return, a taxi is on its way to pick you up."
Defeated, Peter ran his fingers through his hair as he paced Olivia's hotel room, "Fine."
Putting the phone in his pocket, Peter began to pack Olivia's things into her bag. It was fairly easy, she didn't bring much. Olivia was always the minimalist.
Slinging her bag over his shoulder, he went to his room to grab his stuff, which was even less, considering that he had been kidnapped. Every part of his body was sore and was begging for a good nights rest in his own bed, but he knew he wouldn't get any sleep with Olivia missing.
What made him worry even more was the knowledge that they wanted Olivia because of the Cortexiphan in her system. There was no telling what they would want with her, he could only hope that it wasn't the same thing they wanted – and got – from Brianna.
They spoke English here, that much was obvious to Brianna as she wandered the streets of a bustling city. She was just looking for a police officer that could help her, there had to be one around here somewhere.
Her head throbbed more than it ever had before, the pain was dizzying. She was exhausted, and everyone she passed gave her more notice than she cared for. She knew she was filthy, but she didn't care, she just wanted to go home.
She hadn't seen anybody she could ask for help from for a while now, and she was now stumbling down the sidewalk. People had now stopped to stare at her. Someone said something to her, but she couldn't make out what it was. Her feet giving out from under her and her eyes closing shut, she was just grateful for some rest.
A/N: So how was it? Do you like the direction it's going? Please tell me in a review, it helps a lot. I know there's a lot of jumping around from perspective to perspective, is it too much? I hope to work on this story more, we'll see how it goes. :) Thanks so much for sticking with me, and I'm sorry to those who are understandably frustrated with me! Again, reviews are what keep me writing. :)