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It felt like he had just gotten to sleep when he felt a pair of strong hands shaking him back into consciousness. It only took his tired mind a second or two before he sprinted out of his bed and grabbed the closest thing, a lamp, and prepared to fight off whoever was in his room.

"Relax." Broyles voice then sounded in the room, confusing the hell out of Peter who slowly put the lamp back where it belonged. "There was an incident at the safe house, pack what you need so we can leave. Walter is getting stuff together with another agent as we speak."

"Wait, what happened at the safe house?" Peter asked but Broyles was already out of the room monitoring the progress of moving the two Bishop's out. Letting out a heavy and annoyed sigh, he started pulling his drawers open and stuffing clothes into a number of duffle bags that he noticed sitting on the floor that Broyles must have brought in. After his clothing, bedding and a few other items were shoved into the bags, he zipped them and started carrying them down the stairs were two agents took them from him and Broyles had him sit down on the couch beside an equally tired and annoyed Walter.

"During her visit, Dr. Brennan was targeted by a group of people that did a drive by and then set fire to the safe house somehow which resulted in an explosion. Everyone was taken from the house and brought to the hospital. They are all doing well and have been relocated to another safe house, this one considerably larger since the two of you and agent Farnsworth will be living with them as well for the duration of this case. There are some very strict rules that are going to be put into place once everyone arrives at your new home. These rules will be followed, if they are broken even once, you will be removed from the home and separated from the others to help ensure their safety along with yours. You are to wear these." Broyles gestured to a few items which included sun glasses, hats and clothing that neither of them would ever even think of wearing.

Peter grabbed the clothes that Broyles handed to him and went into his room to get changed. It wasn't until he started unfolding everything that he felt his jaw drop. You've got to be kidding me he thought when the first thing he unfolded was a pair of rather tight looking leather pants with a black AC/DC t-shirt to match. Groaning, he slipped the shirt on before practically having to pour himself into the pants, finding that they fit better than he thought they would. Next on was a pair of heeled black boots and a black ball cap with aviator sunglasses. After he was dressed, he walked out into the hallway and burst into laughter when he saw what Walter was wearing.

The other man was sporting an extremely bright Hawaiian t-shirt with a pair of tan shorts and bright blue flip flops. On his head was a straw hat and he was wearing similar sunglasses as Peter. After his laughter had subsided he noticed that Walter had an equally amused look on his face at what Peter was wearing. They both looked each other over again before simultaneously shrugging and heading down the stairs and seeing a spark of amusement in Broyles eyes before they went back to their normal cool detachment and he led them out one at a time to the waiting car.

W/A/B/O/B/P

Massive, there was no other word to describe the house that they pulled up to. It was a charcoal gray, four story house that was maybe fifty feet from the ocean. There was a porch out front that supported a balcony above it and to the side of that were two more balconies with a set of stairs leading down to the shore. The house looked like it could all of their homes into it with room to spare.

"Hurry along now." One of the agents said ushering them through the dark that was illuminated by a few street lights. Peter looked at him for a second before nodding and quickly making his way into the house where he shed that hat and sunglasses and looked around. The first floor was open with just a few arch ways strategically placed. There was a large living area along with a massive kitchen, den, bathroom, rec-room, and a few more doors leading off from the rooms that were closed. There was a set of sprawling stairs with cherry wood banisters and steps that stood off to the side of the living room. He saw the agents brining their stuff up the stairs and opted to follow since none of the others were down on the first floor that he could see. He made his way up to the second floor and then to the third where the agent finally stopped and opened a door gesturing to him to go in first.

The room, like everything else, was huge. It consisted of a queen size four poster bed, a large bureau and closet, a few very expensive looking bookcases, a night stand that would make his bureau at home look like a tinker toy, and a glass coffee table that sat in the middle of the room. He took his stuff from the agent who then left and just dropped it on the floor more interested in finding Olivia than anything else. He started opening door and looking into room in hopes of finding her. It wasn't until he got to the last room on the third floor that he found her. He was about to enter when he felt a hand pull him back and he came face to face with Booth.

"You're not stopping me from seeing her." Peter spat not in the mood to deal with the other man who looked startled by the aggression in Peter's voice.

"I'm not trying to. I just figured that you might want to know that she got hurt and has a gash on her forehead. She's been asleep for about an hour and needs to be woken up soon. She and Bones both got concussions' when the house blew up. I've been making sure to wake them up every now and then." Booth explained, holding his hands up as if in defeat.

"Thanks." Peter replied softly, pushing past the taller man and into the room, closing the door behind him. He could see Olivia asleep in the middle of the bed and caught sight of the bruised cash on her head that had been glued shut. It would no doubt leave a scar. He sat on the bed beside her and gently shook her awake, watching her eyes blink open and start to focus. She took in her surroundings before she turned her head and her eyes locked with his.

"Peter?"

"Hi there." He smiled, reaching out and tracing his finger over the sealed gash, feeling the bump of swelling under his fingertip. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine Peter." She remarked, pushing herself up into a sitting position. "Where is Walter, and what are you wearing?"

Peter chuckled and shook his head. "Walter is somewhere in the house and what you don't like leather?"

"I never thought I would see if on you." She admitted a blush creeping over her face, making her glad that it was so dark in the room.

"Well there is a first time for everything sweetheart." Peter smirked smiling at her before turning his attention to the door that had just opened a crack to reveal Brennan.

"Broyles wants us down stairs." She said, disappearing just as fast as she had appeared.

Peter stood up and offered Olivia his hand which she took allowing him to pull her up and then into his arms, holding her tightly to him for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I'm glad you're okay Livia." He said, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Me too." She admitted and walked past him and they headed down stairs.

P/O/W-B/A/B

Astrid shuffled her way into the house followed by the same agents that had moved the rest in and saw everyone walking down the stairs, Peter and Walter still dressed the way that they had shown up in. Olivia, Booth and Bones had already changed from their disguises into pajamas. She was dressed in a light purple flowered shirt with a pair of jean shorts; her hair was pulled back tightly and covered with a hat, a pair of her own sunglasses on.

"Take a seat." Broyles said to the crowd of people that had come into the room. Once everyone was settled he cleared his throat and looked around at them all. "There are rules that will be followed. You are to never open the curtains or blinds; you are to never leave the house unless I tell you that you can. You are to never make enough noise to draw attention to yourselves or the house. Only a few lights will be permitted at any given time. The only time you can go outside is at night when it is dark and you will have cover, and the internet will only be used for work related subjects. Violation of these rules will result in one or more of you being removed from the home and put into a separate safe house. Do you understand?" He asked looking around at them and seeing them all nod in understanding. "Good, now try and get some sleep. I will check up on you every now and then to get the newest information that you come up with about the case."

Everyone watched him leave before turning to each other with mixed looks of tiredness, annoyance and aggravation.

"I'm going to bed." Astrid announced, grabbing her stuff and making her way up the stairs in search of an empty room, the other five already taken. Walter soon followed suit and headed to his own room leaving just Olivia, Brennan, Peter and Booth behind in an awkward silence that was only broken by Brennan nearly falling to the floor as she tried to stay awake.

"Come on Bones; let's get you back to bed." Booth said, grabbing his partner's shoulders and steering her to and up the stairs. He brought her to her room and opened the door, pushing her inside and to the bed, her eyes drooping humorously.

"Booth, I'm not a child." She protested when he went to tuck her in.

"I know, but right now you're really tired, so please just let me help."

"Fine." She huffed and sucked in a breath when his lips grazed her forehead before he stood up and walked to the door.

"Get some sleep, I'll wake you soon." He said and closed the door, walking out into the hall and seeing Peter and Olivia heading up to the next floor. Peter soon came back down and looked stares with Booth before brushing past him and heading down the stairs leaving Booth to smirk in an understanding way. There was no doubt in his mind, Peter was in love Olivia.