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Nervous anticipation rang through Peter's veins as he paced across his bedroom. He had been told that since this was his first time going through a faked death that he would be the first to visit his partner, he would be able to see her again and that thought is what had led to the pacing, his mind was racing too fast for him to sleep or to sit for that matter. He had way too many things to think about. Would she be angry that they found out that she and Booth are alive? Would she be happy to see him? But the two things that were tugging on his mind the most where if she was really okay and if there was anything going on between her and the chiseled agent.

"She's his type."

Those words just wouldn't leave his head no matter how hard he tried to push them out, rip them up and then set fire to them. He loved her, but she had no way of knowing that so it would only make sense for her to seek comfort in the other agent. He could only wish that she hadn't.

"Peter, the car is here!" Astrid called up the stairs pulling him from his thoughts.

Throwing on a pair of shoes, he slowly made his way out of his room and down the stairs where he could see Broyles and another agent. His feet felt like lead, his mind still racing and both his heart and stomach doing contorted summersaults when he walked out the front door and got into the car.

"We're going straight to the safe house, so you are expected to do exactly as you are told." Broyles stated in a tone that was nothing but pure seriousness.

"Okay." Peter managed to get out, feeling sick to his stomach. Broyles must have noticed the nerves and the pale coloring to Peter's skin because instead of giving more instructions right then and there like he normally would, he held back and turned around in his seat while the car pulled away.

"Where are they staying?"

"It's a small house." Broyles said, refusing to say anything else about their location.

Peter gave him a leveled look before shrugging slightly and sitting back in his seat watching the houses pass by the window. He felt about ready to vomit with both nerves and excitement, but swallowed down the bile that had started to build and tried to clear his mind only half way succeeding when the car pulled up outside the tiniest place he had ever seen. The place couldn't have been any bigger than the room that he and Walter had shared at the hotel and looked to be in worse shape than that room ever thought of being in.

"This is a safe house? It looks like it's about to collapse in on itself." He pointed out, looking at the structure from top to bottom. He didn't picture Broyles as someone that would stick anyone in this house not to mention people he was supposed to be keeping safe.

"The last place was larger but after the shooting we had to move them to the only place available." Broyles explained and noticed Peter pale even more at the mention of a shooting. "They are both fine."

"They got shot at?"

"Peter, like I said they are fine." Broyles said in a flat voice. "Now you can get out of the car but do not draw attention to yourself. Agent's Dunham and Booth have not been made aware of your visit, so it is best not to startle them."

"Yes sir."Peter weakly remarked, opening his door and slowly stepping out onto the side walk. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he looked to an agent who ushered him inside.

"Booth, Dunham, if the two of you would come down to the kitchen." Broyles called up the stairs where he could just see Booth lying on the bed with a comic open and Olivia sitting on the floor, her own book open in front of her. They both put their books down and looked at each other in curiosity before carefully walking down the stairs coming face to face with the small group.

"Peter?" Olivia gasped when she laid eyes on him.

"Hi." He answered not sure what to do. Does he hug her, hold her, or just stand there? Olivia quickly answered that for him when she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his middle taking him by surprise. Peter's mind eventually kicked in and he wrapped his arms around her, loving the feel of her in his arms, very much alive which was a stark contrast to the last time he had held her, trying to stop the blood.

"Is bones here?" A man, presumably Booth asked looking around them.

"Dr. Brennan will be brought here tomorrow." Broyles explained.

"How did you find out that we're alive?" Olivia asked, reluctantly pulling away from Peter.

"An observer gave Walter pictures of the two of you. You look different, your hair and eyes are different." He pointed out, upset to see her blond hair and green eyes gone but also thrilled that the other agent hadn't seen her like that.

"It's to disguise me. Booth didn't have to go through anything since he's states away from where he was injured." Olivia shrugged. "My hair will change back eventually and I'm just using contacts right now."

"How angry is bones?" Booth asked, not wanting to ask too much since Peter and Olivia had just met up again and should be given their space, but not being able to stop himself from asking about his partner.

"She doesn't seem angry." Peter said pulling Olivia closer to him again and seeing the small smile on Booth's face which did little to qualm Peter's concerns about Olivia haven't sought comfort from the man. "She's happy that you are alive and eager to see you."

"Thanks, the first time I did the whole faked death thing she nearly knocked me out." Booth admitted. "How about you go upstairs, I'll stay down here?"

Olivia nodded. It was just the three of them in the house at the moment, Broyles and the agent having gone outside, but she really liked the idea of just spending time with Peter. She pulled from his grasp gently and leading him up the rickety stairs and seeing a look pass across his face when he realized that there was only one bed.

"Not exactly comfortable but we haven't had much of a choice. The floors are pretty bad and the chairs are too small." She reasoned to him not really sure why she was doing so.

"So you've been sharing a bed?" He asked trying to keep his voice level but feeling anger bubble up.

"Well neither of us felt like falling through the floor, so yeah, why are you so interested?"

"Nothing, just, are you okay?" He asked looking her over for the first time and seeing that she looked healthy but tired.

"I'm fine Peter." She responded with her usual line.

"Can I see?" He asked after a few moments of silence had stretched. "The bullet wounds." He clarified when he got an odd look.

"Um, yeah, sure." She stuttered, pulling up her shirt slowly to just above the wounds.

"Jesus Livia!" He exclaimed when he saw the inflamed skin around the wound that had been re-opened not too long ago. The other one looking like it was starting to heal.

"We were shot at, Booth pushed me to the ground and it opened up again." She explained, seeing the way his eyes seemed to flare at Booths' name.

Peter took a shaky breath and reached out, gently touching his fingers to the swollen skin, feeling the stitches below them. He heard her suck in a breath at the sudden, unexpected contact, but she didn't pull away like he thought she would. He let his gaze linger on the marred flesh for a moment more before lifting his eyes to hers.

"I wish this never happened."

"Me too, but it did." She nodded.

"Liv, when you…"

"Peter, we have to go!" Broyles voice called up the stairs.

"I have to go I guess." He remarked flatly, not wanting to leave her so soon but knowing that it was to keep her safe. "I'll see you later?"

"Yes." She smiled, letting him pull her into a gentle hug. "Peter?" She called as he started to descend the stairs.

"Yes?"

"What were you going to say?"

"It doesn't matter. Stay safe."

"I will." She promised, feeling her heart drop when he walked out of the house and left.