Day 1: The Relatively Boring Day...

Chapter 4: Hotel Surprise

PETER'S P.O.V.

We pull up to the hotel that Broyles had originally made us reservations for at around 4 in the afternoon. I looked at it. The I shut my eyes. Then I opened them again. Nope, still not looking any less horrible. Olivia had the same expression on her face. Boy did I have a surprise for her yet...

"Wait here," I told her and sauntered into the hotel. The receptionist, some asian girl who had managed to escape the world of prostitution in this city, smiled at me as I walked in.

"Hi sir, how may I help you this evening?" She leaned over the desk, beaming up at me.

"Hi I'd like to cancel reservations for a Peter Bishop and Olivia Dunham," I said real blase. He blinked twice a little surprised.

"Oh, um, okay thank you. Have a nice day!" We forced herself to grin and turned away to face the computer. I walked out smiling and slid into the car, the smell of Olivia flooding my senses.

"How bad was it?" She asked.

"We're not staying here," I replied calmly, stating it as if it were an obvious fact as I slid the keys into the ignition.

"But, Broyles-" She protested.

"Don't underestimate my jedi powers, Agent Dunham. I've made... other arrangements," I smiled to myself.

"Let me guess," Said Olivia, a smile growing on her own face. "You know a guy?"

"How'd you guess? You know me way too well, Olivia. It's making me nervous, I might just have to leave forever," I gave her a wink but she didn't look to amused. She actually looked kind... hurt.

"Peter... Don't leave," She said softly, so softly I wasn't sure I was even meant to hear.

I put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm not leaving, Sweetheart. I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

We pulled up to the hotel and Olivia's jaw dropped. "The Borgata?" She almost squealed.

"Only the finest," I grinned handing the key's to the valet right after popping the truck for the bell boy.

I put my hand on her back again as we walked through the glass doors. The look on her face was one of wonder and awe, like a little kid in a candy shop.

OLIVIA'S P.O.V.

I was looking at all the magical things to see, the beautiful light fixtures, the Cabrera marble floors, and the design furniture when a fat little Italian man ran up, wingspan spread wide.

"Peter Bishop! So good to see you! I thought you were gone for good when you left for Iraq!" His broad smile was warm and inviting and spread from ear to ear.

"Well, here I am! I really can't thank you enough for this, Vito, you're the best," Peter flashed a smile at his old friend.

"It's really not a big deal, Peter! After all, who'd ever think they'd see the day Peter Bishop would tie himself down to a woman!" The man laughed jovially with Peter. Tie himself down to a woman... What the hell is he talking about.

"Hey Liv, Give Vito and I a sec to catch up. Be a doll and go pick up the room keys from the receptionist," He winked and I resisted rolling my eyes as I turned towards the desk.

"Um, reservations for Bishop?" I guessed at what it was under, hoping he didn't put it under some dumb alias.

"Oh! Of course! We've been expecting you. Here are you're keys," One problem: there was only one set.

"Um, miss, aren't you forgetting something?" I questioned.

"Oh, yes! Here's some complimentary champagne," I looked at the label, it read: Wedding Special. What the fuck?

"No, no. I was talking about the room keys. I think there's been a mistake. There's only one set and they say Honeymoon suite," I said chuckling nervously.

"Um, no, it says right here on the computer: Bishop 3 nights, honeymoon suite. See?" She showed me the screen.

"Okay thanks," I smiled at her anxiously, combing my hair with my fingers.

"I hope you and you're fiance have a lovely stay!" The receptionist waved.

Suddenly it made sense. Tie yourself down to a woman. Honeymoon suite. Wedding special. Fiance. Peter told this guy we were getting married!

Peter Bishop I hope you've enjoyed your last few moments of life on this Earth...