Title: Secrets of the Fringe Part 3

Timeline: Season 2, any time after Grey Matters

Characters: The whole FRINGE cast

Summary: A Fringe case file with a twist

Disclaimer: I own them, in my dreams, no seriously I do, I get to analize them, take them apart, it's great fun.

However in real life someone else has the rights and gets all the money, not that I mind. As long as they don't sue me for playing.

Notes: This part was a bit of a trial for me personally, as I prefer to keep the langauge in my fic's clean, so please do not read this one if you have a problem with language and grossly suggested adult themes.

Beta: yea she worked hard again... Thanx Chickideeee. Betas' are great to have, they allow you to become lazy when writting, and boy doesn't she know it.

A/N venues for this fic was once again gained from wjobsessed and Google


Olivia slowly got to her feet, the pounding in her head making it difficult to think, Peter helping her up he himself feeling bruised in places.

"What did Belly tell you" Walter persisted

"Walter I don't think Olivia is quite ready to answer you yet." Peter chirped, as he noticed Olivia walking away from them, towards the office.

"Quickly Agent Farnsworth, get some of the Piracetam tablets and some water. Olivia will need some to help her remember."

"Whoa Walter I think Olivia has had enough cocktail drugs for now"

"But these will help her regain her memory"

"Walter I am well aware that Piracetam is used in cases like amneasia and such, however, I don't think that Olivia needs more drugs at the moment, I think she just needs some space."

Olivia sat down at her desk looking at the files again, the headache had become bareable, Heaven only knows what Walter injected her with, but it seemed to be working, she should have asked for some the last time she crossed dimentons.

She waited for the tremors to kick in, they somehow seemed delayed this time, could the trip have been short enough as to not disorientate her?

William had said something about a drug, a drug that was needed. She opened the files and taking out the tox screens on all of the victims.

Pulling closer a notepad and pen she started to copy down all of the compounds that matched in the reports.

Peter later walked into the office whilst she was poring over her work.

"Here-" he said placing a cup on the table "you had better not drink any caffine products for the rest of the day with all the drugs Walter gave you, so, I got you a milkshake instead"

"A milkshake?" She barely looked up.

"Yeah, well Walter wanted a strawberry one, and knowing you could not have coffee I got you one as well." He smiled broadly.

"Interesting" Olivia deadpanned as she reached for the cup "Vanilla flavour"

"I took a chance, If you don't like it I'll swap you"

"Oh and what did you get?"

"Bubblegum flavour."

"Thanks but I think I'll stick to the vanilla." Olivia said, putting the cup down again.

"Olivia." Peter's tone changed becoming more guarded

"Yes Peter." She sighed, exhausted.

"Are you okay, you know… crossing dimentions and all."

Olivia rubbed her forehead "Other than the headache I seem fine this time, the tremors haven't started, so we'll see."

"Are you still going to question the survivor?" Peter asked.

Olivia looked up at Peter "that was what I was going to do before…" She left the sentence unfinished.

"I'll drive you if you like, not that you should be driving with all the drugs in your system at the moment."

"Yeah, we best get going, I'll need to pull his medical records for comparison." Olivia said as she got up to leave with Peter.

"Milkshake" Peter reminded her, pointing at the colourful cup on her desk.

"Ah yes." Olivia said taking the cup with a small smile. "Thanks Peter."

The drive to the Hospital was done in relative silence, the radio from time to time broadcasting violations and backup requests.

When Olivia's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, not recognising the caller.

"Olivia Dunham" Olivia answered her phone

"Agent Dunham, it's Nina Sharp, what a pleasure to be speaking with you again"

"Good day Ms Sharp and to what do I owe the pleasure." Olivia looked towards Peter who had glanced her way.

"I was informed that you had another meeting with William Bell."

"I may have."

"Come now Agent Dunham, I would have thought we had moved past these un-pleasantries, I was merely enquiring as to your safe return. You know as much as I do what an unpleasant experience it is, and was wondering… Do you have any memory of the meeting?"

"Very little."

"Oh well it will come back in a day or so, be sure to give me a call when it does."

"I'll be sure to do that."

"Good day Agent Dunham."

"Good day Ms Sharp." She snapped the phone shut, and the car was back in heavy silence.

"Nina?" Peter queried after a moment.

"Yes. You know what I would like to know…"

"What's that?"

"How does she know these things, how could she know?"

"What? That you saw William Bell?"

"Yes, I mean how does she find these things out?"

"That Olivia is a very good question."

Olivia and Peter entered the little hospital, enquiring with one of the nurses on duty who directed her to the right floor.

On arrival at the floor, they were assisted by the nurse situated at the nurses' station. She looked Olivia over.

"Well I for one would be glad to see the back of Mr La Grange, as would the other nurses who work this floor." The nurse said, her tone disgusted. "Third door to the right." She replied, making no attempt to walk with them.

Olivia and Peter looked at each other before heading to the room.

"Good morning Mr La Grange I'm Special Agent Olivia Dunham with the F.B.I." Olivia said on entering the room, understanding immediately why the nurse had disliked the man as much.

"What the fuck! Not more Feds! Can't you fucking leave me alone? It's enough that I'm submitted to tests every day, now you lot come to fucking disturb me. Fuck can't you just let me go?"

"Sir we are here to enquire about the incident four days ago, prior to your admission to the hospital." Olivia continued trying hard not to flinch as her head started pounding again.

"What the fuck do you want." He scowled childishly.

"Sir, your involvement in the matter is of interest to the state as five others have died after coming into contact with the same drug you were exposed to."

"So why the fuck should I care? Were the others all to pussy, couldn't they handle it? Tell you what I would like to get my hands on that stuff, whatever it was… I haven't fucked like that ever"

"Why don't you just cut the crap, your what with the Outlaws Motorcycle Club from the look of the jacket, maybe I should notify the local Hells Angels that your infringing on their turf, pimping the chicks, pushing the stuff. Then leave them to sort you." Peter stepped in having noticed Olivia tightening her fists.

"Oh, you're a fucking wise ass aren't you, like you would fucking know anyone."

"I may not but Big Eddy does"

At that the biker paled.

"So are you going to talk?"

"What the fuck do you want to know?"

"Just tell us about the evening in question." Olivia replied, her jaw tightening more and more by the moment.

"Well I had come into town to pick up some shit, had to meet some guy over at Rouges. The place was fucking packed as usual, and on the first opportunity I slipped into a booth that a guy had just vacated. Then fucking could not believe it when the waitress slapped down a meal and pint of beer in front of me, but fuck who's complaining, the guy had obviously changed his mind, and the money lay on the table, so why the fuck say no to a free meal."

"Sorry could you describe the person who left the booth?" Olivia queried.

"He was about your height, medium build, dark blondish hair, wore jeans and a dark jacket. Anyway once I finished chowing, I fucking spent fifteen minutes waiting about for the contact who fucking ditched me. Then decided to leave the diner feeling the stirs of a boner, so I checked out the local whores…

Had I known what was coming I would have gladly shelled out a hundred bucks for a whore. Man I would have gotten my money worth from the bitch, anyway."

Peter noted Olivia walking over to the window, looking out, her arms folded tightly across her chest. He could only imagine how hard it was for her being a woman. It was hard enough for him, as the guy carried on, obviously having noticed Olivia's discomfort.

"I took one of the twenty bucks bitches and taking a look at me she probably thought I'd be a quick bam job. Man, did she get a surprise. I haven't had a fucking boner that hard since I was sixteen and screwing the local bitch, and I did her good too… Anyways this bitch took me to the local cheap beds, they always know where these fucking places are, then when we got into the room I was truly ready to fuck her, and fuck her good. That pleasant tingle had become a fucking raging urge, so I whipped up her skirt bent her over pulled her panties aside and drove home good and hard. I fucked like a steer on steroids, my dick so hard I could hear her moan. I dropped her on the bed, stripped her panties, folded her over and sank back in, hearing her hiss of the pain, it drove me crazy. I fucked her harder, I made that bitch scream, fucking cry like a baby, probably made her come for the fucking first time in her life, then fucked on, the sweat poured off me.

My balls were fucking aching, so I got the bitch to play with them, when low and behold I fucking spilled. I must have filled that bitch with cum, then I passed out only to wake in this hospital.

Fuck whatever that drug was I wouldn't mind having some again. I would fucking die any day screwing like that. "

Olivia remained at the window, trying to master her response, what she had just heard was the equivalent of rape. How could the bastard be proud of it, when she was sick to her stomach, she swallowed the bile down.

"Thank you Mr la Grange" Olivia said "That would be all thank you." as she left the room.

Peter having the sense took the guys' medical records and on leaving the room was infuriated when the guy called out- "You're a fucking ice bitch, you should come and let me fuck you good, make you a fucking woman. That pissy boy will never do it." Drawn between Olivia, and wanting to kill the guy in the room, Peter decided to follow her. Hoping she had not heard the last bit, he caught her at the elevator, the nurse having set off after him when noticing his possession of the medical files.

"Olivia, wait!" He called as the nurse grabbed him by the arm.

"Sir, you can't take those." Peter looked at the records, quickly paging through pulling out the toxicology report "We only need this." Then gave her back the rest then ran noting Olivia had already entered the lift.

"Olivia, wait!" He called again noting her pressing the control panel, dashed for the lift only to realize on entering that she had kept the doors open for him

"Are you okay?"

Olivia just looked at him, he could see the barely contained rage in her eyes.

"Two officers- two officers with families died of that drug and there he is bragging about raping a prostitute. Why Peter, why did he survive? What made him so special, and cost them their lives?"

"Let it go Olivia." Peter said as he pulled her closer, knowing that the drugs Walter had given her to a great extent masked her real agitation.

Peter called Astrid to request of her to take Walter home later, before taking Olivia home. He followed her indoors and encouraged her to lie down and have a rest. He drew the shades in her room as she, much to his surprise, complied.

He walked into the lounge and settled on the couch, turning on the TV flipping and through the channels, knowing that at any stage she could experience flashbacks.

Olivia was relieved by his intention of staying, as her lids grew heavier before finally closing.