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Reference: Olivia and Peter wearing medical gear (Pilot), Peter's list of demands (Night Of Desirable Objects), "…how radioactive?...Slightly" (Safe), "…233, 377, 610…" (Safe)

Song: Someday by Nickleback

Chapter 6 – Pissing Contest

Peter sat in the back of Olivia's SUV, Charlie had taken the front seat as they drove to the morgue that was holding Lugo's body. They had been unable to bring it to the lab that was set up for the FBI, as they believed until they could determine if there was anything wrong with the body that hadn't been picked up, they were not keen on transporting it anywhere…that's where Peter came into it. He had requested to see the body as well as a few other gadgets that had been requested, many of them approved except the cargo plane Peter had asked for. That had been frowned upon by the FBI but both Charlie and Olivia knew he was kidding, they both just wanted him put in his place.

"So Peter, how come you asked for the Geiger meter, doesn't that test for radiation?" Charlie turned to face Peter and it allowed Peter to take a moment and actually look at him. He was older, not just in his face but also the way he spoke, like the world hadn't been kind to him, Peter wasn't surprised if that was true. He sat back in his seat and looked out the window for a moment, before turning back to Charlie who now had a look of persistence on his face, "Well the tech you found in the bank…like I said before it was used in a theory that if you are able to vibrate the particles of a solid object causing them to separate and essentially allowing another object or a person to walk through it…MIT student's failed but what they did find was that the object had become radioactive after the machine was turned on."

Peter watched as Charlie glanced at Olivia, who was silent up until that moment, "How radioactive?" He could tell that if the car hadn't been moving she would have turned to face him. "Slightly…" he didn't bother looking at her because she hadn't really bothered to acknowledge him since he had sighed on to work with them, instead he turned his head to the window and walked the world continue on without him. It didn't take them long before that had pulled up outside the city morgue, but it took Peter a moment to actually leave the car. He sat back, a little hesitant about getting out of the car and into this investigation, it all seemed so easy on paper, this was harder than he expected it to be. "You coming?" Olivia's voice called his attention and he blinked a few times before moving from the back seat and too his side.

"Agent's, this way please…" As soon as they walked in they were greeted by the doctor and lead down a long corridor towards the room that no doubt housed their dead friend. Before they were able to continue down to the last room of the corridor, they were stopped and asked to suit up in medical gowns and face masks, they were told it was standard procedure, but Olivia and Charlie knew that they were worried about the affects of the body could have on others, no one had ever had a dead body of a person who could walk through a solid object before.

As they continued down the hall, Peter began to slowly fall behind and become hesitant about what he was actually going to do when he went into the room, let alone what was going to happen when he saw the dead body. It wasn't like he was a sheltered person but he had never actually seen a dead body up close and having to examine it himself, well calling it slightly overwhelming would be an understatement. Charlie noticed Peter's hesitance and fell back into step with him, "Hey, you're gonna be fine. I know this can't be easy for you…but we are both extremely thankful for you coming alone." Charlie placed his hand on Peter's shoulder just as they reached the last room of the corridor.

"In here." The doctor pushed open the door allowing the two agents and a slightly terrified Peter to walk through the door. The first thing that Peter noticed was that it was cold, much colder than he expected it to be, he could even see his own breath, but the sight of the body in front of him shook him a little. Swallowing deeply, Peter tried to loosen the knot that was forming in his throat, he turned to Olivia, Charlie having been called away by a phone call, and he waited until Olivia had righted herself before asking, "So um…what exactly happened?" She looked at him for a moment, as if a smart ass remark was formulating in her mind, but said nothing resembling a smart ass comment, "He was found by the bank manager in the morning, he was stuck in the door, this left foot and arm still trapped, they had to cut him free, this arm and leg staying in the solid metal door. Peter this isn't the first case that there has been a break in at a bank, three in fact two before this one, this is the only one that we have been able to get any leads from, considering it has just been passed into our hands, but can you help us?"

Peter was a little shocked he hadn't heard her say his name in over 5 years and now, the sincerity behind her words made his heart ache like is used to. He turned back to the body, glancing over it before grabbing for the Geiger meter that was in Olivia's hands, making sure not to touch her in any way, he knew that if he did, he may not have been able to control himself. "I'll see what I can do." Olivia watched as Peter went around the body, holding out the meter, his brow furrowing like it used to when he was concentrating on something that required more attention than the normal person could actually give it. It was a few minutes before he put down the Geiger meter and looked directly at the body, touching his arms, opening his eyelids, Peter's lips pursed as he continued his quest. "Well he is radioactive and its not as slightly as I would have liked, which means that if he has done this before and assumable going to do it again, he would be dead of radiation poisoning within a few months. I think you start there, checking hospitals and flagging any patients showing symptoms."

Peter moved again, Olivia watching intently as he moved, focussing and concentrating, it wasn't until Charlie's hand come to rest of her shoulder did she look away from Peter. "That was Sonia, she had gone into labour, I have to go…will you be alright on your own?" She knew he was talking about her and Peter, she also knew it was going to be difficult and strained between them but they had a job to do and that's what they were going to do and so she nodded to him, "Sure go ahead. Hey good luck, give her my best and I'll be down when I can." Charlie smiled before turning, only to be stopped by Peter's voice, "You're still with Sonia? And she pregnant? Congratulations man, that's fantastic." There was a slight touch of sadness in Peter's voice as he spoke, his eyes flickering to Olivia quickly before a smile was plastered on his face. Charlie returned the smile, "Thanks man, yea since high school, its great…" he realised what he had said after he said it and so he turned quickly, hoping not to make things any more awkward between Peter and Olivia.

Peter turned back to the body, "To be honest Livia, there isn't anything else I can tell you right now, I could probably tell you more after I read through his files, but right now, other than the radioactivity, and the military tattoo, there isn't anything new that you didn't already know." He looked up to find her nodding, her lips still together tightly, her arms crossed over her chest in her 'thinking' manner. "Ok, come on then, we should get back and see what we can find in the files that Astrid has been able to decrypt." She turned from him and made her way to the door, Peter not far behind but his mind taking a moment to realise what she had said, "Astrid? As in from high school? Rachel's friend?" he received a nod from Olivia and he smiled, he hadn't seen Astrid in such a long time.

The car ride was quiet, Peter unsure of what to say to Olivia that wasn't going to upset her and Olivia unsure of what to say to Peter that wouldn't upset them both. It was less than five minutes until the silence became too much for them both, so Peter turned to her, "How is Rachel these days?" Rachel, that was good topic for him to start on, no bad feelings between them when I came to her sister. There was something different about her sudden facial expressions, it was the slight smile that came to her face when he mentioned her sister that caught his attention. "She's good…married for about 2 years now and she has a daughter."

Peter nodded, he couldn't believe that the 13 year old he knew years ago was married and had a daughter, it was incredible how things had changed since the last time he had seen Olivia. "And you're Aunt?" He had turned to face her full on now, wanting to catch ever little detail that ran across her face, this time it was a look of sadness. "Um…Aunt Missy died about four years ago, car accident." He watched her swallow, the locked jaw showed off more emotion that she was allowing, her answers were short, telling him that she really didn't want to be making small talk with him but didn't want to be overly rude. Olivia turned up the radio, letting the music flow through the car, it was new, a song she liked but it was useful to try and stop Peter from asking so many questions, she was still struggling with having him near her when she couldn't abuse him or yell or scream, it was crazy having in there again after so long.

How the hell did we wind up like this? Peter let the music break up the awkward silence that was filling the car, sadly the lyrics matched the mood of the conversation, or lack there of, perfectly and were not doing anything to help with Olivia's or his mood either. "So much has changed, hasn't it Livia?" The words fell from his mouth before he could stop them and all he could do was watch her grip on the steering wheel tighten. I wish you'd unclench your fists… She glanced at him from the side of her vision and noticed that he had dropped his head, as if suddenly realising exactly what he had said. "More than you know Peter…" her whisper was met with a short, sad, nod. They both knew that they were hiding form each other. Olivia still angry at what Peter had done, Peter still angry at what he had done. Well I hoped that since we're here anyway, we could end up saying, things we always needed to say… Olivia pulled up at a red light, the first one they had gotten since they had left the morgue, which allowed Olivia a chance to turn towards Peter. "Look Peter, you are here because we need a case solved. We have no idea what these people are after, why they are after it and who they actually are, so if you wouldn't mind just helping with this case so you can leave again…"

The honking from the cars behind her caught Olivia's attention and she took off with the green light, Peter unsure of what to say to her, so he just turned back to the window, hating himself even more. Let's rewrite an ending that fits, instead of this Hollywood horror…

Peter and Olivia had set up in her office for a long night ahead of them, the coffee cups were sprawled around the tables and also the cabinet near the desk, they had been there for more than four hours as it was and with the lack of information, granted with Peter there more information was coming to light, it was still going to be a while until the found something major. "So what are the numbers of banks and the safety deposit boxes again?" Peter didn't need to look up at Olivia or even to pass her the file because he knew then once she saw the number's she would remember them for probably the rest of her life. Olivia didn't bother looking up at him either, she continued to write on her notepad as she answered his question without hesitation, "There have been three banks so far and the safety deposit boxes were numbered 233, 377, 610. Why? What did you find?"

Now she did look up at Peter, watching as his brow furrowed as he concentrated on whatever was in his hand, she hadn't seen him do that in years and against her better judgment, it was bringing back the memories of when they were together, the way she used to watch him when they were together or when he was asleep. The way he used to hold her hand when they were alone or just talk for hours about nothing much in particular… "Come look at this…" she blinked a few times only to realise that Peter had lifted up his hand and was trying to get her attention without looking away from the paper. Olivia rose from her seat and came around to his side of the desk and as she leaned over his shoulder she could smell his scent coming off him in waves, if she hadn't have need to concentrate on what was in his hand so much she probably would have swooned right there.

He pointed to a few names on the list of bank sheets that were given to them, the names of all the people who had paid for safety deposit boxes in cash, thanks to Broyles who had made a few calls before the lists were handed over to them, but Peter had found a few names, William King and Walt Rook. She shook her head once more and leaned closer to the sheet of paper, and inadvertently Peter as well, just enough so that he would be able to feel the heat coming off her body, the top couple of buttons of her white dress shirt unbuttoned, showing him the swell of her breast, sending shivers through his body he hoped went unnoticed by her. "I don't get it..." she turned to look at him, his face closer to her than she realised thanks to his height, they were almost eye level, a small smile tugging at the side of Peter's mouth as most of his thoughts left his brain and just lost himself in her green eyes, wanting to touch her lips more than anything. "Um…Liv?" a voice behind them caught their attention and Olivia snapped to a standing position and turned to face the voice, Peter just dropping his head, shocked about what he was thinking of doing.

"Frank? Hey what are you doing here?" Olivia moved toward the doorway, Frank standing there a little confused with the situation that he had seen, but he had never been a jealous person, or so he liked to think and so he didn't say anything about it. "I was supposed to pick you up for dinner…remember we were supposed to go out tonight…?" It hit Olivia then that they were supposed to be going out and it was passed 7pm, the reservation was for 7.30 and there was no way they were going to make it now. "Oh, Frank. I'm sorry, we've had a break, I can't leave…" Before she turned back to look at Peter, she noticed the look that flashed across his face, disappointment crossed with anger, this was no doubt going to start up another agreement. "Dunham, out here please!" Broyles voice echoed through the room and she dropped her head, "Give me a sec…" She moved away from Frank, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible, just not to upset Peter, she had just gained his cooperation and she wasn't about to piss him off now and lose it.

Both Frank and Peter watched her leave, Peter with a small smile on his face and Frank with a concerned look on his face, he turned back to Peter, his frown deepening at the sight of the smile on his face. "Frank Stanton…" he held out his hand to Peter, trying to gage who this person was that was staring into his girlfriend's eyes so intently. Peter stood from his seat, realising that he was taller than Frank, the tone of his voice hitting Peter, he held out his hand and shook it, figuring he should try and stay on Olivia's good side he clarified exactly what he was doing with this man girlfriend, "Peter Bishop, just helping the lady out." The handshake got a little stronger between then two lasting longer than a normal handshake between two men meeting for a moment, almost as though they were sizing each other up, the pissing contest had begun and neither of them was going to give up anytime soon.

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