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Olivia woke of her own accord and glanced at the digital clock beside the unfamiliar bed to discover it was nine in the morning. As tired as she was she didn't want t spend another minute in the bed then she had to. She was tired of resting, though Peter was sure to wake her up every hour much to her annoyance and it explained why she still felt tired. Olivia didn't want to think about how many times he had seen her with her defenses down in sleep mode or what if she drooled or snored? Groaning out loud at her potential embarrassment, Olivia maneuvered herself out of bed, very aware of how awkward her body felt since everything ached. She bit down on her lip to keep from whimpering as she got dressed with painstaking slowness. Thinking of only comfort for the day she chose a pair of knee length jean shorts and an old college t-shirt that had the sleeves torn off. Knowing her hair was probably a disaster and not wanting to move anymore than she had to at the moment; she tied her hair up into a hasty bun and sighed in relief when her arms dropped to her sides again. Her first mission of the day was to find some pain killers.

Walking to the stairs got easier with every step, but once she arrive to the top of the steps and looked down she began to wonder how it was that she made it up three flights of stairs last night and now she had to go down them. Gasping on explicit curses with each step she made it down to the ground floor and wanted to cry at the distance to the kitchen. Why the hell was this house so freaking big? Olivia thought passionately. She almost missed the last place that with one step got her into another room. She breathed in a long sigh and caught the scent of fresh coffee and from there the distance was a blur as she followed her nose to the kitchen. Upon entering the largest kitchen she had ever seen in her life she saw Booth leaning up against the counter dressed only in pajama pants, sipping a freshly brewed cup of heaven. They looked at each other and Olivia only raised an eyebrow at his current state of undress. Yes, she was a woman, and he was very well put together and muscular, but her tastes ran to the slightly scruffy genius type these days.

"Where are the mugs?" She asked, eyeing up the coffee.

Booth set his mug down and moved a few feet before reaching up to a cabinet and selecting a blue mug for her to use.

"Thanks," she murmured and took the cup from him, making a beeline for the coffee pot.

"The others are still asleep, but I thought it might be a nice gesture to cook everyone breakfast. You interested?" Booth asked, taking another sip of his mug.

Olivia smirked at him and nodded. "I should warn you that my expertise for breakfast goes as far as cereal and toast."

Booth chuckled, "then lucky for you I'm a very patient teacher."

They ended up with the menu of pancakes, eggs, Olivia's specialty of toast, and bacon. Much to both of their delight, Olivia was not as bad off as she had originally thought and she was good at making the eggs and bacon. However, flipping pancakes was a totally different story. After destroying three pancakes, Booth patiently stood behind her and wrapped his hand around hers on the spatula.

"Just gently slide the spatula at a sharp angle to catch the edge and then ease up on the angle and slide it under." He helped her go through the motion. "Then we lift, and quickly – but smoothly, flip the wrist and it drops onto the pan. Just like that!" They'd executed a perfect flip and Olivia did a mental celebration dance at finally having gotten it, even if she did need help.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Olivia and Booth both turned in their spot to see Peter, leaning casually leaning against the frame of the kitchen entrance wearing a pair of jeans and an undershirt with a blue button shirt thrown over but left open. The look on his face was dark but straight so as not to give anything away.

Booth stepped away from her, not realizing how close they had gotten while flipping the pancakes.

"Hey, ummm, coffee?" Booth asked, stepping over to the cupboard with the mugs in it and pulled out a dark green one and held it out to him in a quasi-peace offering. Peter leered at him before taking the mug from the agent and Olivia watched all of it with a large dose of confusion.

Peter stepped up beside Olivia as that was where the coffee machine was and pointedly ignored she was even there.

"Good morning, Peter." Olivia said calmly, staring at him. He only grunted in response and poured his coffee. She sighed in defeat and moved to flip the next pancake. Trying to block out all distractions she focused solely on the pancake and followed Booth's prior instructions. She must've flinched though because she caught Peter moving out of the corner of her eye and the pancake fell with a splat to the floor.

"Shit! That's the fourth one!" Olivia growled. "I give up. I'm clearly not meant to ever make pancakes. There all yours, Seeley." Needing the space, Olivia marched to the back screened in room and sat on cushioned bench and curled her knees up to her chest. Why did he have to be such an ass sometimes. She had no doubt he was pissed at her but she had no idea why and she doubted he'd be forth coming on what it is she did to deserve the cold shoulder. To her surprise, Peter did come out to her hiding place.

"May I join you?" He asked, already sounding apologetic. Olivia nodded, but didn't have the strength to look at him yet. "I'm sorry I'm so crabby this morning." Olivia snorted and laughed dryly.

"Crabby?" She finally glanced at him but then stared back out toward where she knew the ocean was, but couldn't see because of the closed drapes.

"Livia, please. The last few days have been an emotional rollercoaster. I went from thinking you were dead to seeing you in the flesh but looking so changed then you got a new partner on me and you almost died in an explosion." Peter explained.

"New partner?" Olivia asked, confused.

"Yeah, agent Muscles back there." He gestured with a nod of his head.

"Booth?" Olivia asked and Peter nodded in confirmation looking rather miserable. "Peter, Booth isn't my partner – not even temporarily. How could I ever replace the best partner I've ever had?" She made sure to maintain eye contact as she said it so he would know she was talking about him.

"How many partners have you had really?" Peter said grinning stupidly. Olivia chuckled at that and smiled at him.

"Enough…" She said cryptically.

"Well you're the best partner I've ever had as well," Peter said cheekily. Olivia slugged him in the shoulder and laughed.

"I'm the only partner you've ever had!" She said laughing heartily.

Peter caught her hand in his and she stilled almost instantly, already feeling her stomach do summersaults and other acrobatics. He looked so serious all of a sudden and openly searched her face as if she were a puzzle.

"You got too close to being the only partner I've ever had. I don't want to lose you on a technicality." He brushed his lips across her bare knuckles and Olivia's eyes widened and she sucked in a soft breath. He met her shocked gaze and then got up and left her alone. When he was gone, Olivia let out a shaky breath and let her defenses completely fall. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she was beginning to feel a little light headed. Damn that man and the effect he had on her! Olivia thought trying to build up her tough agent façade again before she went to join everyone for breakfast.