Ok SO OMG! I need more fringe! Please please having Peter is back just OMG! :D. thanks for all the reviews I got for the last chapters, my regulars you are so very awesome! Please please let me know what you think of this chapter, I had trouble writing it :D

Reference: Peter wakes up from the dream (The Dream Logic), "…she's missing…" (Safe), "…beyond reproach…" (Pilot), "He love's the coloured money…monopoly" (Jacksonville), "…stop…wherever you are going, it's just wrong…" (The Cure), "…terrified…" (6B)

Chapter 14 – Distortion

"Livia, please, this isn't fair, come on now..." Peter followed her quickly as Olivia skidded through the house, her socks causing her to slide across the floorboards, away from Peter's grip, he had been trying to reach out to her for the last few minutes, never wanting to leave the warm bed he was in, it smelt like her, like them and like sex, something he was over joyed about but when Olivia stood in the bedroom, panties and his shirt and only socks, he wanted her again, even more and he wanted her then. But she was faster than him, she moved away from his touch, just enough to infuriate him, each time he leaned for her, letting the sheet pool around his naked waist, she would move away, a bubbly giggle coming from her lips, her thumb coming to her mouth where she smirked and bit her nail, something that drove Peter crazy.

"Livia, don't make me come and find you…" He had followed her through the house, the warmth of the heating coming through the floor, warming his feet and the rest of his body, his boxers not helping much to keep him warm. "Oh Peter, you know I want you to come and find me, you know I want you to tell me you love me…" Her voice echoed through the house and Peter had to stop, it sounded as though it had come from behind him but there was nothing behind him, no rooms, no doors, it was just the end of the corridor. Taking another step, Peter laughed at the childishness of what was going on, they were two grown adults, playing hide and seek in the house, it was amusing to him on many levels that it was also Olivia who initiated it. Coming around the corning into the kitchen, he saw a wisp of blond hair going into the lounge, her giggling increasing as she could no doubt see Peter following her, ready to pounce as soon as he was close enough.

Stepping on to the carpet of the lounge, Peter felt something change, almost as though the warmth of the heating had left the house, the lights had dimmed and the house was silent, he honestly felt alone. He couldn't feel Olivia anywhere, he couldn't see her or hear her, his heart sank. Taking another step he saw and arm sitting behind the couch, resting limply on the carpet floor, he froze, the small touch of blood on the hand sent shivers down his spine. Quickly coming around the couch he found Olivia laying, bloodied on the floor, her blond hair stained completely red and her light skin, pale. "Livia!" Sliding on the carpet he came to her side, pulling her tightly into his arms as he inspected her wounds, so much blood, everywhere, he knew there was almost no chance she would be alive after something like that, but the wounds were not something he could understand, they were different. No stab wounds or gunshot wounds, it was almost as if she was just bleeding out, everywhere. Letting a sob rake his body, Peter cradled her closer to his chest, letting the blood soak through onto his own skin, hoping that maybe the warmth would help her, but when he stopped rocked, silently praying to anyone who would listen to send her back to him, he looked down at her.

As if in an instant her face was clean, the blood gone from it but her locks still red, he couldn't understand where the blood had gone but it didn't matter, she still wasn't waking up. "She couldn't do it. It killed her…" A voice caught his attention and he looked up, shocked to see no one around, but the tears had not stopped running down his cheeks, cascading like waterfalls, the woman he loved was dead. "I told you she wouldn't be able to do it…" The voice was there again, this time behind him, the breath was on his neck and he shivered. "She was useless to us…" the voice had dropped and this time Peter could feel it in his ear, the coolness of the breath, the ugliness of the words, he couldn't understand what was going on, but as he looked back down at Olivia, the tears still falling, she was looking back at him, and then, in an instant, she screamed, as if the pain was incredible, the sound was ear piercing and Peter could do anything and as she did, she slipped from his grasp, disappearing into thin air, almost like she was missing. Peter searched, calling her name over and over again, hoping for an answer but when non came he -

Peter shot up from his laying position on the couch sweat pouring down his forehead, his breath ragged and his throat sore, he didn't know why. He blinked a few times, only to find Walter staring down at him. "Walter! What are you doing!" his voice croaked as he spoke, pushing the old man away from his side, giving him room to get off the couch, pulling the blanket with him. "Son, you were having a nightmare, calling Agent Dunham's name in your sleep…is everything ok? I would like to take you blood pressure." Walter reached out to Peter's arm but Peter wouldn't have anything of what Walter was trying to do. "Check your own blood pressure, mine's fine. I'm going to have a shower." Peter spoke as he walked away from Walter, leaving the old man to sit on his own as the silence in the room deepened.

Peter stood underneath the spray of the water, letting the heat penetrate his skin, the water dripping down his back as he rested his head on the cold tiles. The dream really had disturbed him, he hadn't dreamed of Olivia getting hurt since he was in college and he shouldn't have been surprised that they would come back after telling her about why he left, but these were different, they felt so real, he could smell her, feel her and when she screamed it was almost as if he could actually feel the pain she was in, the terror in her eyes was sickening, and there was nothing he could do about it. Groaning, he rolled his shoulders back, that couch was going to be the death of him if he didn't get into a real bed soon, glancing at the clock that Walter had insisted on being in the bathroom, he realised that it was still only 4.25 am, way to early to have been up and yet was, thinking over the dream, the blood, the red tinge to her hair from the blood, the screams. He also couldn't stop thinking about what he had told Olivia, having her so close for that short amount of time of the dance and then there was the voice, the soft voice in his dream. He recognised it for sure, but couldn't place it, it was a distance memory he was sure was going to come back and bite him on the ass.

Olivia screamed, the pain was overwhelming and excruciating, she could feel her blood pumping through her body, dripping down her neck from the gash on her forehead but also the one on her leg, from where she was cut, staining her olive dress, and forever ruining it. She had dropped her head to her chest only moments after the pain had started, clenching her jaw and sobbing all at the same time, silently begging for the pain to stop. She could vaguely hear the sound of voices, muffled as they spoke, she tried to zone in on them as the pain lessened but they remained muffled, diluted by the distance between them and her. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her flurry eyes, tears soaking them as they opened, she could barely see, everything was fuzzy, she couldn't even make out what sort of room her was in.

And as suddenly as the pain started, it subsided, lessening till it was just a shallow throbbing and the nothing, she couldn't honestly not even think why she would have been feeling that way, what was causing her so much pain. "How did she take it?" A voice from above her sent her senses soaring, her mind reeling in all directions, trying to find the source of the voice. Her head darted from side to side, finally realising that she was sitting on the hard concrete floor, the coolness seeping through her dress, cooling her legs. And then when she looked back straight, she found a found inches from her own, her eyes still blurry. "It's as if she is in pain…" the voice was low, distorted though, a hand came to rest of her cheek, gentle and soft, "…are we sure it's her…" the voice had turned away from her, although the hand stayed where it was. Moments of silence followed, Olivia tried to calm her breathing, assess herself for anymore injuries she didn't notice earlier. She did notice that her dress had been ripped up to her thigh, no doubt the work of the people around her, she shuddered inwardly, suddenly terrified about what they had done, but still she couldn't feel any other pain, she was thankful about that, she did notice the apparent track marks on her arm, three to be exact, her heart dropped.

"Yes! Of course I'm sure…move!" the next voice was harsh, demanding, then it was in front of her, staring back at her and for the first time she noticed the masks, both men were wearing them, eye holes and a small one for their mouths but other than that they were all covered, no doubt they knew what they were doing, she wasn't blind folded and so she figured they wouldn't be taking them off anytime soon. "What do you want…?" her voice was quiet, she figured now would be as best a time as any to speak. There was a stretch of just a short laugh, menacing and painful to her ears, "You Olivia, we want what you can do," he laughed again, reaching out to her before touching her neck gently, caressing it sickeningly and then he was gone, they both were, leaving her alone in the empty room with just a spot light on her, blinding her slightly. As she sat alone, she could feel herself almost coming down from a drug high, she could feel her limbs becoming heavier, sagging but stopping before the ground, her arms had been shackled to the wall, painfully now that she thought about out it.

Bringing her knees as far to her chest as possible, and that was more possible now that her dress had been ripped, she let her head hang down, taking a deep, shuddering breath, Olivia Dunham really was scared, these people wanted something from her and she had honestly no idea what, where she was or how to was even going to get out of this situation, she just hoped that someone, anyone would notice that she was missing and maybe go to her apartment. Her apartment, Rachel, Ella, they were there, they would definitely know she wasn't home, that someone had happened to her, but then she had the sickening feeling, what if something had happened to them? Olivia could feel herself dropping off, the situation she was in and the drugs taking another effect and she let her eyes close, the pain went away, "Peter…" his name leaving her lips before a sob and then nothing.

"PETER!" His name was beginning to frustrate him at this time of morning, he was getting annoyed at hearing it over and over again, sighing frustrated, he wrapped a towel around his lower half and ripped open the bathroom door, coming into the lounge where Walter was standing. "What Walter? What could possible be so important at this time of morning!" he came around the corner but stopped in his tracks. Broyles stood in his hotel room, in the middle of the night, with another agent, a female agent, by his side, Charlie standing to the side. Peter felt suddenly exposed, wearing nothing but the towel, but the look on Charlie's face and Broyles alike was more pressing. "What's going on?" he subconsciously pulled the towel closer to her waist as Broyles spoke, "Maybe you should get changed, this is important, Peter only nodded, leaving, minutes later coming back, completely dressed, dark shirt and jeans covering his body. As he came back in to the room, he spoke to Walter, "Hey Walter, why don't you go and have yourself some pancakes, there is still some left yea?" Walter nodded, happy to be out of the room at the mention of food, Peter was just happy to have him out of the room for this conversation.

"Bishop, when you were with Agent Dunham tonight, did you notice anything different about her?" Broyles had come to sit at the couch, Peter standing not far from it as he tried gauge what was going on. "No, nothing, why what's going on?" Broyles dropped his head, not looking at Peter, he turned to Charlie instead, "Charlie what is going on? What has happened?" when no one spoke, Peter felt as though he was going to explode. "Did you notice anyone following her, anything suspicious?" the female agent in the room spoke for the first time. "Following her? What? No, when I left the party I didn't see her after that, she was still there when I left, or at least I didn't see her leave when I did. Who are you?What the hell is going on?" His voice was raising now, panic starting to take over. "My name is Agent Jessup, I was called to Agent Dunham's apartment after her sister called in a struggle in the apartment and Agent Dunham no where in sight." Peter's mind was reeling, for someone so smart, he honestly had no idea what she was talking about. "What? Charlie…" he turned to his old friend, hoping to get a straight answer from him.

"Peter…man…Rachel woke up to find Olivia's room a mess, her phone, wallet and gun still sitting on her bed, but there was blood on the floor. She's gone, the front door had been picked. She's missing." Now that was not what he expected. Peter's heart dropped, followed by his stomach, he had seen her less than five hours ago and now she was gone, he didn't know what to say, images of Eddie and his dreams about her being hurt flooded his mind, Peter needed to sit before he fell over completely. "She's gone? What do you mean? Do you have any idea-" Agent Jessup cut him off. "Mr. Bishop, we were wondering if you could help us with that. Given you 'background' we thought maybe you knew-" Peter snapped his head up, glaring at the agent, "You're joking right? Stop, wherever you are going, it's just wrong. You honestly believe that I had something to do with this? Broyles, tell me she is joking…" He turned to Broyles who had locked his jaw, "Agent Jessup, I brought you here to help find the missing agent not attack my team members, I assure you Mr, Bishop's involvement is beyond reproach." If the situation wasn't so dire, Peter would have smiled and thanked Broyles.

A sharp knock at the door caught there attention and Broyles opened it, already knowing who it was, stepping aside, he allowed Astrid into the room, her eyes showing she had been slightly crying, understandably, as they were all close friends once upon a time. "Peter… I'm so sorry," she gave him a short hug, going over to Walter's side, who was still in the kitchen area, unaware of the situation at hand, she spoke to him in hushed tones. "Bishop, you will come with me back to the FBI while your father stays here with Agent Farnsworth. Come on, we must be going, the FBI has set up a situation for us and we need to be there." He moved away from the group, the door being wide open he walked through it, not seeing the angered glare Peter sent towards Jessup. As they both moved to follow Broyles, they both heard Walter speak, "AhAstro!Monopoly!" as well as an excited laugh, completely oblivious to what had happened in the room. Peter turned to face Jessup, who had scoffed at the old man, he stopped her, "My father isn't the sort of person who should be scoffed at Agent, he has spent a long time away from the things he loves and he loves the coloured money." He turned away from her, happy that he had put her back in her place, he may not have been overly keen about getting his father out of the institution or living with him, but the old man was growing on him and he would be damned if anyone else in the world would have a go at the him, after all, he was still his father.

Olivia coughed, her lungs hurt and she was in complete agony, whatever drugs that had been pumped into her system were starting to send her over the deep end. She could hear buzzing, as if a bee as in her ear but every time she tried to move, it got worse. She didn't need to open her eyes of look around to know that someone was in the room. She could smell the smoke from the cigarette, clearing her throat, she tried to open her eyes, but nothing worked, she felt as though she was weighted down with cement. "Are you scared?" the voice was distorted again, coming in and out, as if a speaker was dying, she didn't move. A cold hand found her chin, pulling her head up roughly, forcing her eyes open and he mouth to open as well. "Are you scared?" Olivia would never be the one to admit that she would be scared but not being able to see, talk or hear properly, being pumped full of drugs that were sending her body in a million different way, she honestly was scared. "Terrified…" her voice was hoarse, almost like gravel. A snicker came from in front of her, "Good." The next thing she knew, a needle was going into her arm and an ear-piercing scream came from her lips.

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