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Reference: Walter not wanting to leave the car (Johari Window), Ryan Eastwick (Safe), "…any of this ringing a bell?..." (Safe), "…some things are meant to be left alone…" (What Lies Below), "…the people I work with are loyal to the end. Can you say the same?..." (In Which We Meet Mr. Jones)

Chapter 10 - Loyalty

"What have we got?" Olivia walked directly towards the awaiting ME's and policemen that had already been at the scene, Peter on the other hand, was still trying to get Walter out of the car, something that was proving rather difficult. Walter had decided that he was not going to vacate the car, no matter how much Peter insisted. "You know what Walter? Fine, stay there, Olivia and I have work to do, not if you ever decide to get out of the car, have one of the officers come and find me." Peter huffed before slamming his hands into his pockets and following Olivia's lead into the building. "Hey is everything alright?" Olivia motioned her head towards the car, noticing that Walter had not moved, hoping to get some form of answer out of Peter.

"Well it's Walter being Walter. He doesn't want to leave the car. So what do we have?" He didn't bother going any further into detail about Walter, opting to focus on the case entirely. Walter had only been out less than a week and he was already causing problems with Peter. "Ah…well night guard said he saw flashing lights around 11pm tonight, the bank had already been searched, as per their usual schedule. When he came in to see where the light was coming from he found 3 men leaving the building but one looked to be sick, said he looked like he was shaking." Olivia had walked with Peter towards the broken windows, the wind was howling through the corridor, Peter looked around the windowsill, looking for any bits of information that the others might have missed. "Guard got a couple of shots off before they fled, he swore he hit one but that didn't seem to slow them down. I have Astrid keeping an eye out on any hospitals that red flag a gunshot wound, we might get lucky" Peter looked up at her, he had crouched down to search through the broken glass.

"Astrid? As in Rachel's friend from high school? Huh…" he couldn't believe she was around as well, it wouldn't take long before they were all a group again, like they once were. Shaking his head, Peter went back to the investigating, "Security guards carry guns in this bank?" It was not unheard of, but most of the time they carried tazers instead. She nodded, kneeling next to him, "Yeah. This is one of the more upmarket banks and safety deposit boxes. Very important people keep very important things in here." Her words sounded as though she couldn't believe that people spent so much money on a small box. "Yeah, well people with a lot of money do stupid things…" he didn't even bother looking at her now, they both knew that Walter was not the sanest person on the planet, they both just wished they knew what was in the boxes that these people wanted to badly. "You think Walter might have a thought or a memory if we are able to get him out of the car and in here?" Olivia touched Peter's shoulder trying to get his attention, as it was now trained on the windowsill again. "Yea if we could get him out of the - " They both turned at the same time and found Walter standing in the doorway.

He was shuffling on his feet, hands clasped together around the container he was carrying, he really did look like a child. "Son…I would like to help…" Peter glanced at Olivia and couldn't help but smile, this man, this crazy old man he reluctantly called his father was starting to grow on him, it was something that he did hate to admit but there was something about the old man that Peter couldn't stop himself growing closer to. "Alright Walter, why don't you come here…" Peter stopped and looked to the side, his eyes travelling up the wall and to the join in the roof. "Livia, did the bank manager ask if you wanted to have a look at the video footage of the vault?" He felt Olivia come to his side, her eyes following his, "They told me there wasn't any in here…" She turned towards the policemen who were standing behind her, "Can you please find the bank manager, we need to speak to him." She turned back to Peter when she heard his huff. "Dunham," he had taken to calling her by her last name while in the field to keep it more professional between the two, something she was thankful for, "I don't think that's the banks job, see how the wires are exposed, it is also placed into the wall not onto it, as if someone was trying to hide it, I think if we go back over the last few banks we will find the same thing…"

Olivia cut him off, his train of thought finding her instantly, "Someone is watching these banks, that's how they know when to come and when the rounds are." Pulling her phone her pocket, Olivia turned her back on Peter, running her hand through her hair as she waited for the reply on the other end. "Sir, I think we found something. Peter noticed that there was camera set up in the bank, directed to the vault door, we believe it is not of the bank's issue and that someone has been watching the bank." With her back to Peter, she couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound of her name caught her attention. Annoyed, she turned to Peter, who should have known better than to interrupt her while she was on the phone but as she did turn she noticed that he was waving his hand in front of the camera, watching as it moved along with him. "Tell him that they have footage of the whole corridor, not just the vault." Nodding to him, she relayed the message onto Broyles who informed her of what to do next, not that she needed telling.

Turning back to Peter she motioned towards the camera, "Broyles would like to know if you and Astrid could take a look at the camera and see if you can work out where the feed is going, I'm having her come down here now so you can both try and hook it up to the laptops, no sense in unplugging it and losing the feed, clearly it's still running coz the camera moves every time someone moves in front of it." She wasn't looking at him now, instead looking down at her phone, texting away to Astrid, telling her to meet them at the address. "Dr. Bishop, is there anything new you could tell us? Do you remember anything about this place? Anything at all?" Olivia was clutching at straws, she was hopeful but that was wearing down as she watched Walter glance around the bank as though it was all brand new to him. "Dr. Bishop? Walter?" She stepped closer to him, slowly as if trying to trap a frightened animal. "I am sorry my dear, I do not remember being here, ever, now if you don't mind, I would like to go back to the car, if that is ok with you?" With a small smile she placed her hand on his shoulder and nodded, "Of course Walter, I'll make sure an agent is with you so you know which car it is, yeah?" Walter nodded to her before turning back towards the door, an agent following him out at Olivia's request.

"You're really good with him…" Peter came to stand next to her as she watched him leave, a sad look on her face. "Oh? Come now Peter, you are good with him as well, you just don't like to admit it," She felt Peter turn away from her, back towards the camera and the lack of equipment that was waiting for him, Astrid hadn't turned up just yet. "Peter, listen. I know you had a hard time with him when you were a kid but I want you to know that what you are doing for him, you should be proud of yourself." She was fidgeting with her hands now, showing him that she was nervous about what she was saying, but he was going to spare her the embarrassment. "Livia, I have done nothing in my life that I should be proud of, at least nothing in my adult life." He moved away from her, his head dropped low, shaking slightly. Feeling the beeping of her phone, she pulled it from her pocket, she answered it, glancing up at Peter as he moved closer to the wall and the camera. The phone call shone a small light on the case for them.

"Agent Dunham!" Broyles booming voice called to her and she turned on her heels for face him. "Sir?" She wasn't expecting him to come to the crime scene but once she saw Astrid coming in behind him she knew that he was just going to be there to make sure everything was going to plan. "Agent Dunham, Agent Farnsworth is capable of setting up the equipment and the camera, I need to know what you and Bishop have found." Peter had moved closer to the two now, smiling kindly at Astrid who hadn't seen Peter in many years. "Oh Peter, it's good to see you, how have you been?" He was about to reply when Broyles cleared his throat, indicating that they should shut up. "Excuse me sir, I should start on the camera," she moved away from them, leaving Broyles with Olivia and Peter. "Ah, Sir. I just got a phone call from Boston General, they have a patient who has symptoms of radiation poisoning, no gunshot wounds but the radiation poisoning called up a red flag for us. I'm going to head over to interview him, see if I can't get some information out of him." He nodded but as she left he called out, "Take Bishop with you, he might be of help to you." She gave him sharp nod before moving to the bank doors and out into the daylight.

Sitting in the car with Olivia once more should have seemed like the strangest thing in the world to Peter but he was beginning to want more of it, and it was starting to scare him. It wasn't as though he could just try and work his way back into her heart, granted he was trying but she was even more closed off than she used to be, he was finding it more difficult. After a few minutes of complete silence he spoke, thinking that there may be a way to get her to smile, something she hadn't done in the last few weeks.

"You remember the car I used to drive? The old Vista? Well Walter asked me the other day if we could go and pick up his car, he said he remembered where he had parked it last. That was more than 10 years ago, he was even able to tell me where it was, where I got it from when we were still at school. It's crazy to think that he was able to remember that but not remember how to dress himself or make his own dinner." Peter shook his head as he glanced at Olivia, a small smile gracing her face, "Well Peter, it seems being away from that place and with family is helping him…that's what I meant before when I said you should be proud of yourself, you've come back to him, no matter what he did to you, he is still your father and I think he is genuinely sorry for what he did, even if he doesn't show it or can't express it." She just watched as he nodded, still not believing that what he was doing was a good thing. Nothing more was said between them as she pulled up into the hospital car park, getting ready to interview their first suspect of the case.

"Excuse me, but we are looking for Ryan Eastwick, he was brought in this morning with what looked to be radiation poisoning, my name is Olivia Dunham and I'm with the FBI, this is Peter Bishop." The nurse at the desk looking up at her when she mentioned FBI, glancing at Olivia and then at Peter before pointing with the end of the pen towards the far right, "Last door on the left, we had to put him in restraints, he was getting aggressive with the staff." With that she looked back down at her work and didn't even look back up as they walked away. Olivia inclined her head towards the far right corridor, Peter following her down towards the last room. Knocking twice, Olivia moved inside the hospital room and found that the man inside was less than healthy. "Mr. Eastwick? My name is Olivia Dunham and I'm with the FBI, this is Peter Bishop, we would like to ask you a couple of questions." Peter stepped up behind her, as if watching her back as the man who was handcuffed to the bed began to reach out for her, anger washing over his face. "Hey settle down!" Peter moved to her side, never in front of her, when Eastwick began to pull at his handcuff, causing them to cut deeper into his skin.

"What is happening to me? No one will tell me anything!" his face was turning red as the anger mixed in with the rest of his symptoms. This was when Peter did step forward, his arms crossed over his chest, annoyance seeping into his voice, " You've been vomiting? Shaking uncontrollably? Found any hair on your pillow? Any of that ringing a bell?" Eastwick nodded sharply, "Are you here to help me?" he leaned forward slightly, hoping that maybe Peter had something to stop the pain he was in. "You are suffering from radiation poisoning. It's what happens when you break the laws of physics and pay back is a bitch now see here, two things are going to happen right now, A: you are going to tell us what is in the safety deposit boxes you guys have been stealing and B: you are going to tell us why." It was then that Eastwick started shaking again, "And then you will help me?" He looked hopefully towards Peter, who just turned slightly to glance back at Olivia, the silent understanding between them shared. "Share…" Peter's arms never moved from being crossed over his chest.

"I don't know what you want to know. All we were told was that there was a way to get into the vaults without being caught but all we could take was these old boxes, that was it. He paid us enough that we didn't even bother looking at the other boxes. I don't know what was in them and I don't know why. We never saw what was in them, they would never show us or tell us. Please help me, I've told you all I know!" He groaned in pain once more but Peter didn't budge, "Please, I don't know anything!" he rolled onto his side as much as the handcuffs would let him. "Eastwick, who are they?" Peter's voice ground out deeply, showing his annoyance at the lack of information he was getting. Olivia placed her hand on his arm, getting Peters attention, trying to calm him down. "Please I really don't know anything! If I did and I told you they would kill me, please you have to believe me." Eastwick was whimpering now, the pain of the poisoning taking over. "You think they are going to come for you now? As far as they are concerned you are talking to the feds and they will cut you lose." Peter turned towards the door, wanting to leave the room and get away from this man, he hated to admit it but whatever they were doing with Walter's boxes was starting to get to him, some things are meant to be left alone.

As they left the room Eastwick's voice called back to them, Olivia stopping at the sound, "Loyalty is what keeps us truthful. Loyal to the end, never leaving anyone behind. The people I work with are loyal to the end, can you say the same?" She turned to see an evil smile on his face, the look sending a shock through her system and she watched him before turning back to the waiting Peter, following him out of the hospital and back to the car. While in the car Olivia sighed, "Did you hear what Eastwick said? About the people he worked with being loyal and asking if we could say the same?" She didn't look towards Peter but he knew she was waiting for an answer. "Yeah I did Liv, but come on he was just trying to freak you out…what could he possibly mean by that?" He turned to view her face now, wanting to see the emotion running over it. "Well, what if he was suggesting that someone we work with isn't loyal…?" She really didn't want to say it, already knowing that due to the lack of information the case had brought up, it was highly possible that there was a mole in the FBI. "Livia, do you really believe that someone in the FBI is a mole?" She blinked at the question, telling him exactly what she thought, a curse coming from his lip's as he understood her lack of words.

As Olivia drove towards the newly opened lab, she realised that neither of them had been there since they where teenagers, but this time Walter was going to be there, Astrid included and they were to work from there, the FBI even having set up an office for Olivia in the back room so she could be close to mad scientist group all the time, something she didn't know if she was looking forward to or not. Luckily for her as they drove up the path, intent on parking next to the building the lab was housed, Peter spoke, "Livia, you don't have to come in if you don't want, it's getting late, I'm sure you'd like to get home early for once considering Broyles said not to go back to the office after interviewing Eastwick…you have been awake for more than 24 hours," he had turned to her, watching her closely, she couldn't deny that she was happy that she was able to get home early for once and she really didn't know if she was ready to go into the lab with him again and so she nodded, "Sure, yea I'll be by tomorrow and we can start going over Eastwick's case file and see if we can work out who is working with him. See ya later Peter."

Peter hesitated for a moment, silently hoping that she would disagree with him and follow but he could see the bags under her eyes and was happy that she was finally agreeing to get some sleep. Once their goodbye's were said, she drove the distance to her home, using the time to sort out her mind and work through the new issues that had come up, not just the fact that Peter didn't seem like he was going anywhere any time soon but also that they could have a mole in the FBI, something she did not plan on enjoying, they were a fairly close group and so knowing she was going to have to bring this up with her boss, it was going to make her job that much harder and probably turn her into the bad guy around the office. Pulling into her spot in front of her home, she killed the enjoy, made her way slowly inside, the lack of sleep settling in, before pushing open the door, and taking in the warmth of the heating.

She knew that Rachel and Ella were asleep in the other room, but she took the silent chance, pulled a bottle of red wine from the fridge before grabbing a glass and tucking her legs underneath herself on the armchair, letting the silence filled her mind as the wine filled her stomach, and with the wine glass in her hand and her legs tucked underneath her, Olivia fell asleep.

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