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Reference: "…best lie…" (The Equation), "…immediate family…" (Pilot), "…very helpful…" (Entrada), Bottle of bourbon and the knock at the door (6B), "…I hate whoever that is…" (In Which We Meet Mr. Jones)

Chapter 7 - Distance

Dropping Frank's hand, Peter crossed his arms over his chest and took in the man who was standing in front of him, his dark blonde hair swept across his face and out of his eyes, his black jacket covering the blue shirt that was underneath. "So how long have you been here?" Frank leaned up against the doorframe, waiting for Olivia to come back and not wanting to make the situation awkward. Peter smiled back at him, there wasn't much eh could dislike about this man except for the fact that he was dating Olivia. "Um…I just got back actually, I have been travelling for a few years, just getting away from it all ya know…" He watched as Frank nodded, this man really was being protective but Peter couldn't fault him for it, he would always be protective of Olivia.

"So what do you do Frank?" It really was an honest question, Peter just wanting to know a little more about the man who stood in front of him. "I'm a doctor, I also volunteer helping third world countries, vaccinating kids, things like that." He shrugged almost as if it was a normal thing that every body does. Peter nodded again, "That's good, sounds like it would be very interesting." Frank was about to reply when he felt a hand on his back but as he turned to face Olivia the look on her face told him everything he needed to know. "Can we talk?" Frank took her hand and turned from Peter, walking Olivia out into the hallway, her closing the door as they walked. Peter watched as the stood face to face, his arms in front of him in gestured manner and hers in her typical Dunham fashion he had learned long ago, her arms crossed over her chest, closing herself off from those around her. Peter stood and leaned against Olivia's desk, watching the scene in front of him.

"Liv, we have been planning this dinner for weeks…everything just kept getting in the way, then we finally find a night to go and now you tell me you can't go. Just tell your boss you can't work tonight. Please?" Frank had become increasingly frustrated with Olivia's seemingly lack of enthusiasm in regard to going to dinner, every time they had planned or organised something she would have to work, or she would get called away, there was only so much that he could deal with and now her ex was back, he didn't really want to sound jealous but it as getting hard not to. "Frank, I'm sorry, this is a big case and I can't just get away, you know that. And it's not always me, you are away at work a lot as well, you are away weeks at a time, so don't just blame this on me." She took a step back from him, knowing that she was getting angrier by the minute, she didn't want to do anything she would regret but it was true, he was blaming her when it wasn't always her that would cancel.

"Liv you know that's not fair, you know I leave for weeks at a time, I can't help that" he reached out to touch her arm but Olivia recoiled even more. "And it's my fault when someone dies and I am the one who has to clean up the mess? Or it's my fault when there is a break in and no one knows how they got in and I am the one who has to work her ass off figure it out. I am an FBI agent Frank, it's not fair to lay the blame on me." She was angry now, Frank could tell, he also knew that there wasn't much of a chance at calming her down now and so he just sighed and dropped his head, "Ok Liv, I'll see you when you get back home then, alright?" As he leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips she turned her head away from him, her arms still crossed over her chest and his lips touched her cheek, another sigh coming from him as he turned away from her, leaving her standing in the middle of the hall, annoyed and upset. Dropping her hands to her sides, Peter watched as she rubbed her forehead a few times before moving back towards the door to the office and back inside.

By the time she had moved back into the office, Peter had turned his back to her, hoping she wouldn't know that he was watching the argument. "Peter, I know you saw that and anything you want to say, just don't. Lets get this over and done with." She moved back to sit next to him so she could get a closer look at what he was pointing out. "Um look Liv, I wasn't going to say anything, both you and I know that it's not my place anymore…" the last few words trailed off as she looked up at him, saddened by the hardness in her eyes. "Peter…lets just on with this please…? Now what was it that you were showing me? I don't understand…" She looked away from him, breaking eye contact to try and stop the awkward moment, hoping to get back the case that was in front of them. "Right, well…" Peter rubbed his forehead to try and organise his thoughts, "…well the best, the one that's easiest to remember with consistence, is the one that's based on the truth…" he looked up at Olivia and watched as she raised her eyebrow at him, he smiled.

"OK, look at this…" Peter pulls out a pen from Olivia's container next to her computer and turns over a piece of paper and begins to write, "What do you see here?" after a few moments and a few scribbles with his left hand, something Olivia had never noticed before, he turned the paper towards her so she could read what he had written. "Peter Pope, Peter Cardinal…I don't get it…" he watched as her face lit up though after a moment, realising what he had realised long ago. "These words, they are all related to my last name, hence easier to remember, if it has something to do with my last name, its unlikely I would forget it or stuff it up and so it brought me back to this conclusion. All the names on the list of stolen safety deposit boxes started with W and they are all chess pieces, King and Rook, I reckon we will find be able to narrow down the names if we are able to work out which banks are next." Her smile had come back to her lips, something Peter had loved to see but then it was gone, in a instant, she had picked up the piece of paper he had written on and also the one that held the names of the owners of the boxes. There was something he wasn't telling her.

Peter watched her closely, the furrow of her eyebrow as she concentrated and the flicker of her eyes as she looked from page to page, she was not a stupid girl, he knew she would figure it out sooner or later, he had just hoped it would have been later when he was not in the room. "Peter…are these...are these your father's safety deposit boxes?" She flicked the pages down from her eye line so she could look at him closely, needing to see the reaction on his face when she asked him the simple question, and against his better judgment, his facial expressions showed her exactly what she needed to know. "The W…no matter that the name, stand for Walter and each of the last names relate to chess pieces, as does your last name. Peter why would he have these boxes and why would someone be stealing them?" She watched as his jaw locked in anger as she asked him these questions she knew he didn't have the answer to. "I don't know Olivia, and honestly I am not interested in finding out why, we now have a way to find the next boxes and stop these people as they go for them, isn't that enough?" Peter shot up from his seat, grabbed his coat and walking out of the office and down the corridor to grab a taxi, leaving Olivia standing silently in her office, with new information and no where to go with it.

"Are you sure that his father is involved with this? He has been in a mental institute for the better part of a decade, do you really think he could help us?" Broyles sat back in his desk chair and looked over towards Olivia, astounded that with the help of this civilian they had been able to find out this small, vital piece of information. He watched on as Olivia fiddled with the paper in her hand, deciding on whether to agree or disagree, he knew that Peter would be angry about this and that they might lose his cooperation, but knowing what was inside the boxes was just as important as stopping the people from stealing them, granted now they knew how they were getting in, they needed to know they who and why aspects of the case. "Um…yes sir I do believe he could be of help, now I know that it is immediate family only, but I am hoping that I will be able to persuade Peter into helping us get to Dr. Bishop, I might just need a little time…" Broyles nodded, thinking over all the information that Olivia had given him tonight.

"How has he been? I'd imagine that this is quiet difficult for the both of you, how has he been in regard to cooperation?" Olivia straightened her back, thinking of exactly the right words to say, knowing that only the truth would get her what she wanted, which was a chance to talk to Dr. Bishop. "He has been very helpful…he seems willing to cooperate with the unit and share information, granted I can see that he isn't sharing everything he knows but Peter has always been like that, so it's not surprising he would be like that now…" Broyles nodded again, "and working with him, you trust him?" Now she hesitated, knowing that she did trust him in regards to her job but anymore than that, would he stretching it, "Yes sir, as far as this case goes I trust he is being truthful with all of us…" In regards to the case, she believed that to be true and if there was one thing she knew about Peter Bishop was that when he put his mind to something he wouldn't let it go and so far she had seen enough to know he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Good, talk to him and let me know how it goes." Broyles looked down at his paper, taking a pen, signalling Olivia to leave his office, which she did.

It didn't take long before she had arrived at Peter's old house, it was still the same, still the quaint, double story house that she remembered and had spent so much time in. Taking a deep breath she looked down at her hands, the bottle of bourbon sitting in her lap, a peace offering she was hoping would win over his approval to help with what they needed form him, she knew he liked a drink, as she did too, she just hoped it would be enough. Taking a firm grasp on the bottle she moved from her car, up the stairs of the house and knocked, waiting a few moments before knocking on the front door, not even bothering to look at what time it was. It was as if he was walking passed the door because as soon as she had knocked he had opened the door, dropping his hand in surprise like he had expected someone totally different to be there.

"Olivia…?" He stood in the doorway, blocking her entrance but also watching her closely, watching as she brought her hand from behind her back to produce a bottle of bourbon, not realising that one of her hands was hidden behind her back. "Hey I'm sorry if it's late, I was just wondering if we could have a chat?" She rocked back on her heels, hoping that the old habit she knew he liked would help her get through the doorway and honestly out of the cold as well. He did have to think about it for a second though, unsure of what she was proposing but he also knew he well enough to know that this was all business and when she wanted something done, she would go to any length to get it done. Moving away from the door, he motioned for her to enter, pointing towards the kitchen as she entered, which she went directly to, missing the annoyed face that Peter wore. "What do you want Livia? It's pretty late…"

She placed the bottle down on the counter, not even bothering to open it, the last thing she wanted to do was drink with him, this was strictly business and that's the way she wanted to keep it, as much as he was being helpful after this case was done she was hoping that Peter would leave again like he always did, but the hand on her shoulder caught her attention and she looked up and took a step away from him, "Um…I spoke to Broyles about what we found, sorry you found, and he as asked me if it would be possible if we could interview your father…he wants to know exactly what was in the boxes and if he knows who is stealing them." It was at this point that Oliva knew she would fighting a losing battle, Peter had removed himself from the bar stool, which he had taken a seat as soon as he had entered the kitchen, and was now pacing the length of the room, looking much like a caged lion.

"You're joking right? You want me to go to see that man? I know you want me there or else you would have done it without me, you wouldn't have even bothered to tell me if you didn't need my help. Jesus Olivia, you know how much I hate that man, you can't expect me to let you drag me along with you?" He had stopped pacing by now and he had turned to look at her, taking in the straight face she had and the silence that surrounded them, "Jesus…" it came as a whisper as Peter scrubbed his hand over his face, trying to relieve some of the anger and tension that had been building up. "Listen Peter, I, we, need you help on this case and your father seems to be the link in this case, I don't want to put you through this Peter but we need his help, I just need to talk to him, I just need to be able to see him and - " Peter put his hand up to stop her mid sentence, "Olivia just…leave…" he turned his back to her, hoping that she wouldn't put up a fight when leaving, he needed to relax, he needed to find a way to calm down and that wasn't going to happen with her in the room, or even in the same house as him. The silence was only broken by the sound of a deep sigh and the sound of a chair being moved on the wooden floorboards, telling Peter that she had risen from her seat and the fading sound of her boots on the floor and then the open and close of the front door telling him that she had left.

He turned to find that he was the only one left in the house, the silence stretching further and burrowing deeper inside of him. Slowly moving towards the island in the middle of the kitchen, Peter leaned up against it with his back, his shoulders hunched and his breathing coming in short puffs, he really needed to find a way to calm himself down.

It was late, just before 10pm when Olivia had finally gotten home, the day had been long and full of stress and surprises, she honestly didn't know what to expect when she had gone to Peter's house, she didn't blame him for not wanting to help, she just hoped that maybe he would agree, but she was mistaken and was sent packing, trudging home silently intent on enjoying a nice long bath before heading to bed.

"Hey Liv." A voice pulled her attention to the couch and she looked up to find a very sheepish looking Frank waiting for her, his coat and boots still on and honestly it was the last thing she needed just then, another fight about something so small. "Hi, I didn't see you…sorry…" He put up his hand to wave off her apology, "No, I should be apologising, I shouldn't have gotten upset with you tonight, I was just looking forward to spending a nice dinner together, I know you job is important and I know that I am away a lot as well…I hate fighting like that…" he motioned for her to sit on the couch with him, something she did tentatively, not sure as to where this was going. "Olivia, there was a reason why as to why I wanted to go to dinner with you tonight, I love you…now I know you haven't said it for whatever reasons but I know I love you and I don't want to lose you but I'm leaving…" Olivia's face froze for a moment, her mind going over and over what he had just said but what struck her was the lack of sudden sadness that was supposed to come when the person you are seeing is telling you that they are leaving. "Olivia, I have been asked to spend 2 months in Africa working with the children of the village there, they are in need of urgent care, care only I can give them and I was hoping that you would come with me on my next trip…so we can be together… and I want you to be there with me when I do it, I want to have you by my side…"

The sharp intake of breath broke the silence, it was definitely not what she was expecting to happen, they hadn't even spoken about marriage, like he had said she hadn't even told him she loved him and here he was, asking her to move halfway across the world with him for two months, leave behind her family and her job to be with him... The panic must have been written all over her face because she could see him fidgeting in his seat, hoping to hear something from her. "Frank…I - " A sharp knock at the door startled them both and out of habit Olivia looked at the clock it was almost midnight, who would be coming over at that time of night? "I hate whoever that is…" Frank's voice sounded annoyed. Without looking back at him, Olivia rose from her seat and made her way to the front door, glancing in the peephole, she sighed. Pulling it open she found Peter standing in her doorway, leaning against the doorframe, lacking his usual smile.

"I'll do it…"

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