Finally got a chance to write this chapter! Now I have used a little thing from another TV show and I did it because I wanted to see if anyone would pick it up, if you watch the show you might not but it's worth a shot. Nothing bad just a bit of fun. Thanks for all the reviews from the last chapter!

Chapter 8 - Cajun

Olivia rolled over later during the night to find the bed empty. Laying on her back for a second she thought about everything that had happened with Peter and how it was never going to happen again. Running the back of her hand over her eyes and forehead, Olivia was startled when Peter, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, made his back into the room but stopped short of the bed. Subconsciously Olivia grabbed for the sheet that had slid an inch down her chest, she pulled it up further and tucked it under her armpits so she didn't have to hold it up.

"Hey," her voice was soft, letting it rest in the air.

"Hey." He parroted, seemingly unsure of himself.

"Look, Peter. Last night was wonderful but we both know it can't happen again. So lets pretend it never happened, huh? You and Tayla are together and I don't want to be the one to come between that because of a moment of weakness." Olivia spoke as though she had spoken the same words before.

Peter sighed and dropped his head for a moment. He made his way to the side of the bed where he sat facing her, placing his hand on her cheek he watched as her eyes fluttered shut instinctively. "Liv, you are my best friend and to be honest I would always choose you over someone else but you are right. It was a moment of weakness and I owe it to Tayla to be faithful." As he spoke, his words sounded hollow, he knew they were empty but he couldn't tell her he loved her, after hearing her say the same words he knew she didn't feel the same.

"Yea I know, so how about we go back to the way things were?" Olivia offered him a small smile which he returned. Standing from the bed, Peter grabbed for the unused pillow and the blanket that was now laying on the floor. Olivia watched him, confused as to what he was doing but she realized not long after. He was going to sleep on the couch again. No words were spoken between them as he left the room and closed the door softly. Once the door was closed Olivia let out a small sob and allowed the tears to fall silently down her cheek for a moment before she sniffed and rolled over and tried to forget the night before.

As Peter closed the door behind him he hear Olivia let out a small sob and after a moment a sniff. He knew she was crying. But he didn't know if she was crying because of what had happened between them or because it could never happen again. Peter rested his back against the door for a moment and sighed. Things were about to get very difficult because he didn't know if he would be able to keep his hands off of Olivia now but knew he had to because of Tayla. He may have been the love em and leave em type but he wasn't one to cheat on a girl…he just didn't know which girl he was cheating.

Peter woke to the sound of the shower. Looking around he noticed it was morning, which meant they had a job to do. Sitting up Peter glanced towards the bathroom door and waited for a moment. He wondered if he should get off the couch now or wait until Olivia was out of the bathroom. His decision was made for him when she opened the door, seemingly oblivious to him being awake, and stepped out in just a towel.

Olivia woke early that morning, she felt a little bit empty inside and cold all at once. Standing up she realized that she needed a shower because she still smelt like Peter and sex. Pulling the sheet around her more, she peaked out in to the lounge to see Peter still fast asleep on the couch. Taking a chance, Olivia slipped into the bathroom quietly and let the blanket drop. Standing under the shower Olivia allowed it to wash away the smells and feelings she had but it still left the emptiness inside.

Stepping out of the shower, Olivia noticed she didn't have any clothes so She wrapped a towel around her body and slipped from the bedroom. She had seen Peter's unmoving feet at the end of the couch and assumed he was still asleep. Closing the door softly so she didn't wake him, Olivia slipped in to the bedroom, intent on getting dressed and looking presentable before he woke up. As she dropped the towel Olivia heard the bathroom door slam and the shower start up. It was going to be a long case.

*8*

Olivia and Peter walked up the streets towards the French Quarter that was connected to the rest of the city. Dawn had broken on November 2nd which meant that many of the shops that supplied for both those interested in witchcraft and voodoo were in high demand. The Day of the Dead was a big celebration in New Orleans which meant Olivia and Peter had come at the right time if they wanted to find Marcus. Glancing down at her phone Olivia looked at the address Broyles contact had sent her. She stopped in front of a shop and looked up at the name Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo. Peter came to stand behind Olivia so he could check the address on her phone.

"This the place?" His voice in her ear shocked her for a moment, not trusting her own voice when he was so close she just nodded. Peter was the first to move. He had stepped around her and made for the door before he realized that she wasn't following. Turning back to her, he motioned for her to follow. "Livia you coming?"

Shaking her head clear Olivia just followed him through the door and into the shop. The whole shop was filled with books, jewelry, candles. Anything and everything you would expect from a shop like this. Peter made his way to the books and took a deep breath. His nose was assaulted with the smell of strawberries. The same smell he had smelt in Olivia apartment any times before. Turning to look at her, he found her studying some of the more rare books. He watched as she ran her fingers over the spine and cover of the hardcover book, she closed her eyes and flipped it open, a small smile resting on her lips.

"That is a first edition of Johannes Wierus Illusions et Impostures des Diables…" A voice behind Peter frightened him as he was lost in thought.

"Written in 1579, I know. It was my fathers." Olivia spoke but never took her eyes from the book. The woman made her from the counter to Peter, she stopped just short of him and reached for the book in his hands.

"History of Voodoo? No son, for you I suggest you read this one…" The woman placed a book in his hands to replace the one she took, "…it will help you decide where your heart truly lies." Peter looked down at the woman who stood about 4 inches shorter than him. He narrowed his eyes at her but all she did was turn to face Olivia and smiled back at him.

"You have a power around you, most of it your own but there is something else." The woman made her way up to Olivia and placed her left hand on Olivia's right. The woman's eyes flashed from Olivia to Peter and back to Olivia. She dropped her hand quickly. "You have…"

"A spirit. I know but that's not what I am here for Madame Laveau. I am looking for a boy. His name is Marcus Petrov. Do you know where I can find him?" The woman watched Olivia for a moment, Peter had made his way to them so he could listen more closely, also he didn't trust the woman.

"Petrov? You aren't looking for the Petrova's youngest are you?" Something in the ladies voice made Olivia cock her head to the side in thought.

"And if we were, would you know where to find him?" Olivia spoke as though she had just had an epiphany.

Sighing the woman looked at Peter once more, but it wasn't just a glance it was a look of knowing and it was creeping him out. Dropping her head the woman sighed again, "Oliviaman all you have to do is look but because your father was close to all that we do…" Olivia's eyes shot up at the name she was called but also the mention of her father, "…he will be in the city centre tonight for the Day of the Dead celebration. You will know where to find him, but be careful." With the new information Olivia turned on her heels and made for the door. As Peter went to follow her the lady stopped him.

"Son, you do not need a book to know where your heart lies. Just keep her safe while you are here. Once they realize she is in New Orleans, they will try and get to her. Keep her safe Peter." The woman had placed her hand on his cheek at the beginning of her sentence but it was now gone. She turned and walked back to the counter, slipped something large into a bag and handed it to him. "You will know when to give it to her. When she asks tell her it's a book for yourself and Tayla. She will not ask anymore questions."

Handing the paper bag to Peter, he couldn't get out the door fast enough. Stand on the step before taking a step down he found Olivia knelt down talking to a few children, no more than 7 or 8 years old, in French. They laughed at her while she laughed back at something that was said. Peter spoke French, quiet well he liked to think but he was only picking up certain words she spoke. The children laughed once more, looked over her shoulder at Peter and smiled at him. Peter smiled back and watched as they bid Olivia goodbye before running off, "Gris Gris Oliviaman! Au revoir!" (Good luck Olivia. Goodbye)

Olivia stood from her position on the ground and turned towards Peter, "What you got there?" Olivia pointed at the bag, Peter thought to answer her honestly but thought about what the woman had said and so he answered, "Just something for me and Tayla." He watched her shoulders drop and her eyes search the floor before giving a small nod. There was silence between them for a moment before she spoke again, "The children said that the parade doesn't start till 8 so we have some time to kill, if you want to go back the hotel and maybe go look around for a bit."

Peter was shocked that the lady had predicted exactly what had happened and all he could do was nod. Walking together down the street, Olivia was greeted by many people, many children who called her 'Oliviaman.' Olivia smiled back at them and once the third lot of children were gone he spoke. "I didn't know you spoke French." He kept his gaze forward as he spoke.

"Yea it's an old form of Cajun. The old Voodoo tribes speak it, it's very similar to French and also to what used to be spoken by many of the old Wicca families as well. I learnt when I was very young." Olivia shrugged at him as they continued walking.

"And Oliviaman? What does that mean?" This time was stopped walking to face her, she did the same. "It was what my father used to call me. It's just a form of Olivia but only used by people who speak the language."

Olivia turned from him and they walking in silence back to the hotel, where they began the rest of the afternoon searching through the town, shops, food and everything in between just waiting for night to come.

Ok, that was over 2000 words! I am sorry if it was so long but I couldn't stop myself. :D Hope it's making sense, let me know what you all think :D Reviews make me smile