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Waking up brought on a state of déjà vu, as Peter cracked his eyes open to find Olivia curled into his side. Her breathing was still even indicating that she was still fast asleep, giving him the chance to admire how her soft body molded into him like warmed putty. Her small hands were hidden between her breasts and just below his armpit, her face resting in the crook of his neck, her warm breath leaving Goosebumps in its wake. The neck of her t-shirt dipped just enough for him the see the tops of her breasts, a small scar resting close to her heart from where one of the bullets had driven into her. He could remember oh so clearly when that wound had been opened and her life seeped out of it in torrents of red. He could still almost feel the weight of her in his arms, her body rapidly going limp as he tried, and failed, to stop the steady flow of blood from her body. He would have his hand tightly over one wound while the other flowed freely where his second hand, wrapped around her in support, couldn't get to. He could still smell the strong perfume of iron that hung around them and hear her strangled call to him before her eyes fluttered shut and he was sure she had died.

Now lying in an unfamiliar bed with her wrapped around him, was like a dream that he was afraid he would soon wake from. He had seen and felt her die, so it couldn't be possible for her to be here with him now. But somehow she was, and he would be forever grateful for that. It was like a second chance at happiness. A redo of all the things he had done wrong when it came to her, a chance to make it all different, to let her know how he felt.

He watched her sleep for a while, loving how relaxed and at ease she was when sleeping. It was rare to see this side of the agent, calm, relaxed, no burdens weighing heavily on her shoulders. During the day and at work she was agent Dunham, at night and out of work she was Olivia, his best friend and the women he loved. After he had gotten his fill of looking at her, he slowly slipped from the bed and quickly dressed; heading down stairs in hope of finding something to eat that he didn't have to cook.

"Good morning." Astrid smiled at him from her spot at the kitchen table, a cup of steaming coffee in her hands. Coffee was one of the hardest things to find in the house since everyone was severely addicted to what most of them referred to as the liquid god.

"Good Morning." He yawned, beaming when she handed him a cup. "Is everyone still sleeping?"

"I know Walter is. He wouldn't go to sleep until 2 am and decided to visit my room every 5 minutes or so. I haven't seen Olivia down here yet and both Booth and Brennan disappeared and haven't been seen since dinner last night." She sighed sleepily.

"Olivia is still sleeping." Peter pointed out so matter of fact that Astrid found it best not to ask how he knew that.

"Good morning." Booth's voice called behind them as he strode into the room, looking considerably happy.

"What has you so chipper?" Astrid smiled.

"It's a nice day." Booth shrugged.

"It's raining." Astrid stated, pointing to the rain covered windows.

Booth just beamed at her and then suddenly turned a deep shade of red and almost ran from the room leaving a very confused Astrid and Peter behind.

"Morning all!" Walter exclaimed walking into the room.

"What was that about?" Peter asked still looking in the direction that Booth had left.

"Oh he's probably just embarrassed." Walter smiled. "When you're stuck in a house together for long periods of time something is bound to happen."

"What do you mean?" Astrid asked.

"Well sex of course!"

"With who?" Peter asked, his face draining of all color.

"Well that I'm not sure of, she had light brown hair so either Dr. Brennan or Olivia." Walter shrugged. "I'm sure it was probably Olivia."

"Right." Peter ground out through clenched teeth, his hand tightening around his cup not noticing the heat anymore.

"I'm sure it was Dr. Brennan." Astrid said, seeing the heat in Peter's eyes.

"Yeah." He said shortly and quickly left the room in search of something to do to take his mind off of the fact that it could have been Olivia that had slept with Booth.

~SOTPAW~

What had she possibly done this time? Olivia thought as she walked through the house trying to find Peter who had taken off the moment he had seen her, refusing to say anything to her, not even a good morning. She just couldn't figure it out. Last night he had been so sweet to her coming to her rescue and letting her sleep in his bed since her's was soaked through with freezing rain. But now, now it was as if last night had never happened, it was back to the way it had been just days prior. She was just about to give up with the maze of halls and try to navigate her way back down stairs, when she spotted a door slightly ajar and upon opening it, found Peter sitting on a window seat staring out at the water.

"Are you going to tell me why you're avoiding me again?" She asked, leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest.

"No." He replied, not looking at her.

"Okay what did I do?" She snapped, losing patience quickly. "Yeah I lied about my death, because I had to and I can understand you being angry about that, but I haven't done anything else to warrant your attitude towards me!"

"Drop it Olivia." He hissed.

"No!" She yelled. "I'm tired of this Peter! One minute you're my friend and partner and then the next you're ignoring me! I just want to know why!"

"You go and fake your death after I held you in my arms trying to save your life! I had your blood all over me Olivia! And then come to find out you're alive and recovering and that you're not alone. You're with another agent! You practically found yourself a new partner one that you're obviously more suited to be with and now you go off and sleep with him!"He shouted.

"I faked my death because I had no choice! I wanted you to know Peter! And I never went and got myself a new partner; I don't want a new partner! As for sleeping with Booth, I never have nor would I ever! He's more like a brother to me than anything!" She yelled shocked that he would even accuse her of sleeping with the other agent,

"Then who did he sleep with?" Peter demanded to know.

"Well since he's in love with Dr. Brennan, I would assume her, unless he and Astrid have gotten awful close!"She pointed out. "And even if I had, why would it bother you so much?"

"It wouldn't." He lied, looking away from her.

"Peter?"

"Look Livia, you have your life, I have mine. We'll both live them the way we want alright? If you want to be with Booth or anyone else, go for it."

"But it will bother you." She pointed out, her heart racing with that fact. "It will bother you to see me with other men, why?"

"You're my partner, and my friend." He said pathetically. "I just want you to be happy."

"Who do you want me to be happy with? With Booth, he's not my type nor is he available even if he was. So who do you want me to be with?"

"I don't care, just as long as you find someone that makes you happy." Peter stated, walking towards the door.

"What if I already have?" She asked stopping him in his tracks.

"Then he's lucky to have you."

"Yeah, there are just a few problems." She said stepping closer to him.

"What would those be?"

"He keeps ignoring and pushing me away." She pointed out, watching realization settle into his features. "He keeps acting like he's not good enough for me, like I deserve better. But he's who I want."

"Livia."

"And there's something else." She said standing just mere inches from him.

"What?" He asked, his breath fanning over her lips.

"He doesn't know how much he means to me." She whispered, brushing her lips against his softly before Peter cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

"Do you think they even noticed us missing down stairs?" Olivia asked her naked body pressed against Peter's under the thin sheet that covered them modestly.

"With Walter, who knows?" Peter stated, kissing her hair. "Though I am getting hungry."

"Me too." She chuckled. "What time is it?"

"11." He answered, looking down at his watch. "Come on, we should probably get something to eat before our stomach's start to eat themselves."

She watched him get up and start to dress, following suit and soon fully clothed. Reaching out, she grasped his hand and turned him before kissing him deeply, only breaking the kiss when the need for oxygen was too strong. She smiled at him and saw him smiled happily back. Taking his hand, she pulled him from the room and down the stairs in search of something to eat.