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Walter went through the information that he had in his head once more, jotting down presumably random things at random times. His tongue was stuck out in intense concentration, his hair disheveled from his fingers running through it so many times and his clothing looking like he had gone through a wind tunnel from where he had just haphazardly thrown them on and headed to the lab. He knew that Peter would probably mutilate him for taking the car, but he was getting better at driving, really. He hadn't been able to sleep last night and had gone through everything that had happened in his head and had come to the conclusion that whatever or whoever was controlling the person that shot agent Dunham and that blew up agent Booth had to have been close to them. In fact they more than likely had to be in the same room at the time. When Tyler Carson had taken over control of those men's abilities by mind control and then Peter's, he had been in the same general area as they had, just a few feet away. So it only made sense that this person would be doing the same. But that's when his brain kept shutting down his thoughts. Aside from Peter, Olivia, agent Marco and himself, there was no one else in that room. There had been another agent with them, but she had stayed outside while they had gone into the house with Marco. Which then brought him to the idea that something was doing this, but what? He let out a frustrated noise and snapped his notebook shut, running his fingers through his hair again and abruptly standing. He needed a walk and knew just the place to go, the old burying ground cemetery not too far from the university. It was where Olivia's grave was located.

The graveyard, like most, was mainly void of any living souls making the place eerily clam and silent. There was the occasional grieving relation that would drop a bouquet of flowers on a grave or kneel down beside one to pray, but hardly any of them stuck out to him, that is, except for one. Standing just a few feet away from Olivia's grave stood a man dressed completely in black, from his shoes to the fedora that sat on top his bald head. Walter instantly knew who he was.

"It's been a while since I saw you last." Walter remarked, walking up to the observer.

"Two empty graves, why?" The observer asked turning to look at Walter.

"What do you mean?"

"This grave and the one in Maryland, they bear the names of the agents but do not hold their bodies." The observer explained. "Give these to Temperance and Peter." He said handing Walter two envelopes.

"What do you mean?" Walter repeated looking up from the envelopes to see that the bald man had seemingly vanished.

"I'm going to kill Walter." Peter groused from his spot in the backseat of Astrid's car, Brennan sitting in the front. "He isn't supposed to take the car, especially by himself."

"Why do you treat him like a child?" Brennan asked turning in her seat to look at him.

"Because he practically is a child." He grumbled.

"Walter was institutionalized for a good chunk of his life; he's still adjusting to being out of the hospital." Astrid explained.

"Oh." Brennan replied not really sure how to respond to that news so instead, just opting to get out of the car once they pulled up outside the lab.

"Walter, what have I told you about taking the…"Peter trailed off when he noticed the lab was empty. " Walter, are you here?" He called out.

"I'm right here son." Walter said coming in behind them with the envelopes clutched in his hands.

"Where have you been?"

"Walking, I went for a walk." Walter stated and held out the envelopes to both Peter and Brennan. "I was told to give you these from my friend."

"Your friend?" Peter asked slowly.

"Yes, the bald one."Walter nodded. "He wanted me to give those to you."

"What is it?" Brennan asked tentatively.

"I don't know."

Peter looked at Brennan and then at the envelope, opening it and pulling out a picture that made his hear stutter. The picture depicted a woman with brown hair and bright blue eyes but there was no denying it. It was Olivia. Once his heart seemed to be working again, he looked at Brennan who had tears in her eyes, holding a picture of Booth.

"They're alive." Peter voiced to the still room. While looking at the picture, his fingers grazed over something on the back, turning the picture over he felt as if he would be sick once his eyes landed on the writing there, written in what appeared to be blood.

"What does it say?" Astrid asked walking over to him.

"She'll be safer dead."

"Does yours have a message too?" Walter asked looking at Brennan.

"Yes." She nodded, showing them almost the same message on the back of her picture.

"If they're alive then Broyles must know about it." Peter stated angrily.

"Director Cullen would know too. He did the last time that Booth faked his death." Brennan softly replied. "I didn't think he would ever do this again."

"I didn't think Olivia would ever do this at all." Peter pointed out, feeling betrayed. He had always thought that they had a strong bond or trust between them, so why would she lie to him about something like this? Why would she let him think that she was dead when she wasn't?

"Booth didn't have a choice the first time." Brennan pointed out seeing the look on his face and recognizing it as the hurt that she had felt at Booth's first fake death. "Cullen made him in order to solve the case. If the killer knew that Booth was alive then the case might still be open."

"So you're saying that Olivia might not have had a choice?"

"Yes." She nodded matter of fact.

"I need to talk with Broyles." Peter practically snarled and stormed out of the lab leaving the rest in his wake.

"Well then get some agents down there. Yes, yes and I want status reports hourly." Broyles said hanging up the phone just as his door burst open and a fuming Peter strode in.

"Where is she?" He asked in place of a greeting.

"Excuse me?"

"Where is Olivia?" He asked in a lethally low voice, slapping the picture down on Broyles desk and glaring at him. Broyles took one look at the picture before getting up and closing both the door and blinds.

"Where did you get that?" He demanded.

"The observer gave it to Walter to give to me. There's a picture of agent Booth as well. Dr. Brennan has that picture. Now are you going to answer my question?"

"No." Broyles flatly stated. "You shouldn't even be aware that she's alive, you don't need to know where she is."

"Really because the back of this picture tells me that I do in fact need to know where she is."Peter spat out, flipping the picture over and Watching Broyles pale as far as his dark skin would allow.

"That's their new safe house."

"New safe house, what happened to the last?"

"There was an incident." Broyles mumbled without much thought. He pulled his phone open and dialed a number. "I need to speak with Director Cullen. No it can't wait."

"What is going on?" Peter begged to know only for the older man to hold up his hand in silence.

"Yes director Cullen, it's agent Broyles, we have a problem."