Ok so I had a horrible week at work, I worked almost 40 hours in 3 days and am wrecked, this was supposed to be up after yesterdays ep but I never got around to it…also I am saddened by the 1.2 rating Fringe got so will someone help me feel a little better by way of review? Maybe? Please? Lol

Enjoy and I promise it's going to get good soon…

Reference: Walter touching Olivia's face (Bad Dreams), two agents at the lab doors (The Day We Died), "…weird connection…" (Ability), Root Beer Float (The Arrival), Walter and Olivia's conversation about Peter's medical records (The Same Old Story), "…I had no idea…" (Os), Henry Jacobson (The Arrival)

Chapter 12 - Floating

Olivia walked into the lab no more than four days after Peter had come over, they had spent the next three hours searching through the files and data, bringing up name after name of others who were in Eastwick's platoon, one of which included their dead friend Raul Lugo. Jogging down the stairs she came face to face with Walter, someone she had not expected to see on his own. "Walter…ah…where are the two agents who were at the door?" She turned towards the door with her hand out, hoping that maybe he would be able to tell her. "Oh, those young men were called away by Agent Broyles, they didn't say where they had to go." He turned away from her once again, as if she wasn't there, but he turned back to her, his face had changed almost as if he was a completely different person. "Agent Dunham…you…" He reached out to her once more, his fingertips just brushing against her cheek, gentle and kind.

"…You grew up in Jacksonville, a small place, a child care centre…" Olivia's eyes opened wide as she listened to the insane man speak the most clearest she had ever heard him speak. Her mouth hung open in the silence, letting him touch her face and hair the same way a father would. "Such a beautiful young girl…" his fingers dropped from her cheek to her hair but he jumped away from her when the lab door swung open, banging against the wall to the side, Peter striding into the room, a smile plastered on his face. "You have no idea what I just found out…" he slowed as he saw the shocked look on Olivia's face and the sheepish one on Walters. "What happened? What did I miss?" He looked between Walter and Olivia once again, not understanding why there was silence between the two, but when Astrid joined them again from another room he was not able to ask any more questions as she took Walter into one of the back rooms where Walter's old file boxes had been kept.

"Olivia…what happened?" He had to almost turn her to face him; her eyes had never left Walter as he walked away from her. She turned to face him, taking a minute to search his face, trying to get her mind back to the right place. Clearing her throat she spoke, "Nothing…what was it that you found out?" He watched her for a moment, hoping that she might come clean about whatever it was that was bothering her, but if that's what he expected then he didn't know Olivia Dunham at all, and he liked to think that he did know her. "Ok, well, I went to see a friend…" Olivia cut him off before he was able to continue, "A weird connection?" Peter scoffed, although he didn't even bother acknowledging what she had said with a direct reply, and so he just continued, "I found out that when Eastwick was in the military, he was part of a specialised team, the team worked the same mission as each other but the kicker is that these people didn't know each other or if they did, they weren't allowed to know that they were part of the same group. Trust me that is all I was able to get out of my contact but the good part is that team consisted of six people, two we already know, Eastwick and Lugo but what we didn't know was how these two people ended up working together outside of the military, and my guess is that the other four people in the team are also part of this little group of Houdini's."

Olivia thought over what he had said, it all made sense, Lugo and Eastwick were the kind of people that wouldn't just work with anyone, they seemed to be the type that would want to work with someone they already knew, coming from the military, it was a bad habit that many of them had picked up. "OK, so how do we work out who else was in the team, it's not like Eastwick is going to tell us, as far as we know he could be dead already…" Peter shook his head as she finished speaking, "Nah, before we left I told the doctors at the hospital how to treat his poisoning. He should be fine." Raising an eyebrow at him Olivia smirked. "Oh come on, I'm not that heartless, I knew he would be of use to us later on, figured it would be the best way to get information out of him." She nodded before turning at the sound of a door opening. They watched as Walter snuck back into the room, with a downcast face and sad eyes. "Do you think you could work on getting some information out of him? I mean there must be something to remind him what was in his boxes and where the other's are." Looking up at Peter from under her lashes, she smirked, Peter groaned, "Ok fine. Let me get him a Root Beer Float, that might help." Smirking back at her, Peter turned away, making a break for the door and the campus cafeteria, hoping they still had them available.

Turning back towards the back office where Walter had seemingly snuck back into, she slowly allowed herself to walk towards it, finding him inside, alone. "Walter…can I speak to you?" she stood in the doorway, looking back at the old man who sat behind the desk, papers strewn all over his desk. She watched as he looked up at her, a sadness in his eyes like she had never seen before. "Agent Dunham, I assume you are hear to speak to me able to my file, which I know you have already read." He motioned for her to take a seat opposite him, no doubt to explain himself, "If you have read my file, as I have no doubt that you have, I assume that you have, you are here talk about Peter's medical records." Olivia stopped as she was almost sitting down, she did not expect to hear those words from his mouth.

Sitting down slowly, she spoke, "Ah, Walter there was no mention of Peter's medical records in your file, just his birthday…" Olivia watched as his eyes lit up a little before dropping and his breath came out in a long ragged sigh. "Oh, well that's good then." He turned from her, the swivel chair creaking as he did so. With a creased eyebrow Olivia spoke to the old man, "Walter I came to ask you something else though. Earlier today you said I lived in Jacksonville…" she leaned a little closer to him, dropping her voice just in case Astrid could hear her, "…how did you know that? I mean, how could you have possible known that?" She watched his face harden for a moment and then in that moment the most heartbreaking expressing crossed his face, the muscles in his face dropped and his age began to show through, "Agent Dunham, I don't remember." They watched each other for a moment, the sound of the lab door opening pulled Olivia's attention away from Walter and she left the office, meeting Peter half way, "Hey so I had a thought, Colonel Jacobson, he was a teaching colonel at Quantico when I was there, he used to talk about silent missions like the one you found out, I'm going to see what he knows. You wanna come?"

Olivia knew that it was just a sudden thought, as soon as Peter had brought it up to her originally she had thought about Jacobson. She didn't even bother waiting for Peter to follow, instead hearing him place down the root beer float and call out to Astrid who agreed to watch Walter. Meeting him at her SUV within minutes of leaving the lab. Once they left in silence, Peter decided that it was time to start speaking to her. "So, ah, explain to me again why we have to go to this FBI thing tonight? I mean I'm not even FBI…" He rested his head against the headrest, letting it lull to the side to look at her, a small smirk forming on her lips, "Yea I know but I figured that I would torture you a little more than I already have." She turned her head to face him and smiled wider, it was still fairly empty, a ghost of a smile but it was still there, something that Peter had prided himself on getting out of her. "Really? I had no idea!" the sarcasm seeped from his voice, her smile growing a little wider, they were bonding, dare he say it, they were flirting, something he was too over the moon about.

"Seriously though Peter…" and then her voice turned, "…Broyles has asked me head up a new, albeit very small, team. Me, you, Walter and Astrid, that's who he wants." Peter's head shot up to look at her, the laughter and fun escaping the conversation quickly. "What?" he couldn't believe that she had just told him that Broyles wants them, him, for a new FBI team, if you told him two months ago Peter Bishop would be working with the FBI he would have laughed in your face, and yet here he was, Olivia Dunham sitting next to him, telling him the exact same thing. "Look I understand that you don't do well in one place, shows from your record, but the FBI want you here and from what I have seen, you have been able to help out, I know neither me or Charlie would have been able to pick up some of the things that you have." He watched her again, still shocked at what she was saying. "Are you serious Livia?" He watched as she only nodded, both knowing that she had noticed the slip of her old nickname. He huffed, still shocked. "Look you don't have to agree now, but the dinner is for that, you and your father will not be confirmed or announced as part of the team until after this case is over but if you're willing or interesting, it's there if you want it." She nodded again as they drove up to the large house on the left, Peter only just realising that he hadn't needed to give her directions and she didn't have to look at her phone for directions.

Getting out of the car without a second glance towards Peter, Olivia made her way up the front stairs of the large grey stone, skipping the steps and knocking twice. He watched as the door swung open, the man in the doorway pulling Olivia into a hug, laughter echoing as he followed her slowly. "Oh it's so good to see you again Olivia. How have you been?" the man spoke as he pulled away from her, smiling even more. "I'm good, it's been so long. Ah, Sir, this is Peter Bishop, he is a civilian consultant for the FBI, Peter this is Colonel Henry Jacobson. Could we come in Sir?" Smiling back at Peter, Jacobson moved out of the way of the doorway to allow Peter and Olivia inside. "What do I owe this pleasure Olivia?" He motioned towards the couch, telling them to sit, him doing the same thing opposite them.

"Sir, we were wondering if you could tell us about the specialised team that the military headed. The one where the soldiers worked on the same mission without ever meeting or being told about each other?" Jacobson's face dropped slightly, Olivia knew in that moment that he knew what they were talking about. "Olivia I'm not too sure why you are asking about that but I don't know how much I can tell you." He leaned forward, watching Olivia intently. "With all due respect sir, I know that you have knowledge of these teams, you used to speak about them in your classes, highly theoretical is the term you used but sir, we are trying to investigate a case that seems to keep bringing up men in the military but the two we have been able to identify are linked in working the same crime, working in the same team in the military but having no actual contact. Sir, please…" She watched as he sighed and dropped his head. "Ok. There was only one team that was ever able to get off the ground in regards to the team actually being working, the secrecy and all. Back in the 1970's there was a scientist that had been able to perfect a drug that allowed a person to develop abilities, but none of these abilities were ever recorded and so this team of individuals…"

Jacobson stopped speaking the moment Peter's phone rang, he held up an apologetic hand before moving away from the group, his voice hushing as he walked away. "…Anyway, this team was sent to find the scientist and bring him back. The only problem was, they didn't ever have his name, we were only given a location, which in the end turned out to be useless to us. Olivia, this team, they were not successful; the government found that they were unreliable and useless to our cause and so they sent them home, honourably discharged. And to stop people from being suspicious, the government handed them down a large sum of money, all cash. Many of them went their separate ways, taking family overseas or interstate. Some stayed here, I assume you would like their names…" She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips as he stood, making a move towards the take for a pen and paper. There was silence in the room for a moment, Peter joining them, a lighter look on his face. "Here, these are the names that I knew about, please anything happens with this, keep my name out of it, the government would come down on me very hard." Olivia reached for the paper, taking it and studying it for a moment, four names in a list down the name, two she already knew of, at least it was something.

"Thank you so much Sir, I know this must have been hard for you. I promise your name will not be brought up about this." She stood, motioning for Peter to follow, his thank you finding both their ears. As they walked back to the door, Jacobson spoke once again, "Olivia, have you heard from John Scott recently?" Both Olivia and Peter stopped suddenly, Olivia intent on answering but Peter shocked at the mention of his old friend's name. "No, last I heard from him he was being deployed in Iraq, silent mission. Honestly I haven't see him since middle of training, when he visited." With a small smile, she headed out the door, Peter following silently behind. Getting into the SUV, there was enough for the two to talk about when it came to the case and also the mention of John, but Peter figured it would be best if he mentioned the case first. "So Astrid was able to get a location on the camera's that were set up in the bank. She is narrowing down the address for us to check out tomorrow, she wants us to have as much information about the house before we go in, said something weird was happening there." Olivia nodded, glancing out the window at the sky, it was starting to get dark and they did have a dinner to go to, something she was not looking forward to.

"So what did Jacobson say?" He didn't look up at her, instead scrolled through his phone, looking at some of the data that Astrid was able to send over. "Um he was able to give me some names, two we already know but when we get back to the lab I'm going to have Astrid run them, see what - " the beeping of her phone caught her attention. "Dunham." Broyles voice found its way through the speaker. "Dunham, Bishop, I was hoping that you would be on your way to getting ready, the senator has insisted that you both be on time." Olivia glanced at Peter who was smiling slightly, "Ah yes Sir. Peter and I are just heading back the lab after a lead. We won't be late." Without a sound he hung up on them, causing Peter to laugh lightly. "Friendly isn't he?" Olivia scoffed in agreement. After a few moments of silence, Peter spoke again, "So…you saw Scott recently?" Olivia had hoped that he wouldn't ask about John, she hoped he would just leave it alone, but then again, she did know Peter Bishop better than she would like to some days. "Peter, I saw John at Quantico more than 4 years ago, that's all. And you know what, even if I did, what's the problem. It's not like you were around."

That stopped him, a small amount of her built up anger towards him bubbling over the surface, there goes the flirting he thought they had been doing earlier in the day. "I'm sorry, I just know he hurt you, I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all." He looked away, knowing that she was probably fuming on the inside, letting small amounts seep through the cracks. "Yea well he wasn't the only one, now can we just forget it and get back to the lab. We have somewhere to be tonight, make sure you wear a suit, Broyles would kill you if you didn't. As they drove up to the steps of the Kresge building at Harvard University, Peter watched as Olivia's jaw locked, she was upset at him because he asked too many personal questions, he should have known better. "Ok, well I'll see you tonight Livia." He left the car slowly, hoping that she might call him back or try to get his attention some how but instead as soon as the door was shut she was turning from the curb, her direction meant only for her home, leaving Peter alone on the steps, with the sun going down, his head shaking slightly as he watched the SUV getting smaller and smaller as she drove away.

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