Ok so this one is a little shorter than the others, only by a little bit though, the next few chapters do jump POV, but only the next few :)

Just a small notes, I have exams this week coming so the next chapter might not be up till next week as I will be studying but please let me know what you think nonetheless because your opinions keep me writing! :D Enjoy

References: childcare centre (Jacksonville, Bad Dreams), Olivia and Peter as children together (Subject 13), Broyles missing persons speech (Bound), "…hey listen…" (Olivia), "…break the rules…" (Bound). "…here's a thought…" (Inner Child), "…obviously playing with us…" (Bound)

Chapter 15 – Seeing

"She isn't supposed to be in pain…I think you might have the wrong person…" a voice brought Olivia back from the depths of her painful sleep, her arms had begun the throb and her chest as well, something wasn't right. She could hear the gruff hum of someone who was groaning, as if contemplating what had just been said, she wondered if they really had the wrong person if they would kill her or not. "The drug is supposed to cause hallucinations, that's how we are supposed to be able tell if she is the one, if she survives those then she is the one we want. Keep giving it to her, eventually something different will happen and then we can begin the rest." The voice stopped for a moment, a small amount of movement happen but she didn't get much time to dwell on the thought when a hand found her face, pulling it up to the light. "Olivia, I need to you remember, when you were a child, what childcare centre did you go to?" Olivia's head lulled to the side, taking in as much as her blurry eyes could. She opened her mouth a few times, testing to see how it would sound if she spoke, her mouth tasted like sand, "Jacksonville…" the man in front of her smirked, his mask was only covering his eyes and nose, making it easier for him to talk. "We have the right one." He turned from her and left.

She began to find her strength again, pulling slightly at the chains on her arms. When she noticed that she had a little bit more strength in her, she pulled even more. "Hey!" someone came to her side, halting her movements painfully, "Stop! You need to relax, you need to calm down! Olivia, this isn't going to hurt, just feel…funny…" he pulled out another syringe, holding it out to Olivia, the red vile staring back at her. "I need you to remember that time Olivia, I want you to relax and remember when you were in Jacksonville, the people there and what you did there. Do you remember?" As he spoke he injected it into her arm, watching as it emptied into her bloodstream, but this time Olivia didn't scream, only whimpered before she opened her mouth, a strange sensation overwhelming her body. "We're ready…" he turned to the other man in the room, he moved towards the spotlight, disappearing behind it.

Standing in the middle of the FBI Peter looked around at all the agents who were there, working, rushing, talking on phones and to each other. He couldn't understand how so many agents were able to be working on her missing person's case without find any leads, he felt it was frustrating but knew there wasn't much he could do. Broyles jogged into the room, eyeing Peter before speaking to the group, his voice booming across the room "Listen-up! One of our own has been abducted. Find someone who saw her last, speak to people at the party, anyone who saw her leave, any agent in I don't care what acronym it is... you get 'em, you talk to them and you find Dunham." He turned towards Charlie and then mentioned to the group again, "Agent Francis, he will be my 'second-in-command' on this case, you all do everything you can to find Agent Dunham." He turned his back to the group, striding out of the office room, back towards his own, his phone already out of his pocket, ready for whatever call he was receiving or going to make.

The room began to move, it was as if the phones had stopped ringing as Broyles had spoke but had started up again when he left, Peter looked around, too shocked to do anything at all, a hand caught his attention, "Hey listen…" he turned to find Charlie standing behind him, "…I think this might be something more of an off the grid case, if you know what I mean?" He raised an eyebrow at Peter, hoping he would understand what he was on about without his actually saying anything. "You want to break the rules? And you think I'm the guy to break the rules for you?" Peter raised his eyebrows at Charlie, who opened his mouth to apologize, he honestly didn't mean to upset Peter, "Peter, I'm-" Placing his hand in the air, Peter stopped Charlie from speaking, "Nah it's cool, you're right anyway, I am the guy to break the rules for you…what do you need?" Before he could speak another word, one of the agents at a computer screen called out, "Hey! I got something!"

Things happen much faster now, Broyles was back, barking orders at people, completely ignoring others, he spoke to the agents who had found something, Peter coming to his side, wanting to know every detail of any leads they had. "Sir, this just came through, it's a video file, I haven't been able to trace the origin, it's being scrambled, but it was sent directly here." After typing away for a few moment's the agent's all looked up at one of the screens in front of them, the projector lit up against the wall, the images flickering back and forth from black and white before a very beaten and bruised Olivia focused on screen, blood dripping from her forehead, her knees brought up to her chest, the silky olive dress she was wearing at the party was ripped up one side, all the way to her thigh, if you looked hard enough, you could see the line from her underwear, Peter's heart dropped, he felt sick. "Find where this is coming from…now!" Broyles voice faded out as Peter watched as she glanced around the room, her arms chained to the wall, a small shake coming from her body, she looked terrified, although she would never admit it.

In a moment, someone else came onto screen, his back always at the camera, these people knew what they were doing. Peter watched as he injected something into her arm, he watched as she shook even more. "YouneedtorelaxalittleOlivia…thiswon'thurtyou…" the voice was distorted, although it did strike a cord with Peter, sounding very, very familiar, but when Olivia's head snapped up and she began to cry, everything else he was thinking was lost. "Stephen?Youareinjail…pleasedon'tdothis!Please…" she ranted and pulled at her chains, visible to everyone around that was watching that there was now no one in the room with her, but she was crying, begging and pulling away as if there is was someone there with her. Then she stopped, looked directly off camera and groaned, as if she had been punched in the stomach, "Please,pleasedon'tdothis….leavemealone…please!Stayawayfrommeyousonofabitch!" there was nothing for a few moments after she spoke, her body sagging again the wall, her head dropping in a very awkward angle, with a raking sob, one last word came from her lips, "Peter…"

Olivia sat quietly, waiting for someone to come back to her, maybe to hit her again or to inject her with something else, she honestly didn't know but the next time they entered the room, she knew she was going to be in trouble. It didn't take long before someone did open the door, it creaked as a flood of light came into the room, blinding her momentarily. There was no talking as he came to her, pulling her arm towards him before injecting her with something that surged through her veins, sending her mind reeling, "You need to relax a little Olivia…this won't hurt you…" the voice was trying to be soothing, but only terrified her more so. Her vision blurred once more, her head spinning as the drugs kicked in. "Hello darl'n" her head snapped up when she heard the voice, his voice was something she hadn't heard in years, she sobbed, she never thought she would be chained to a wall with her stepfather standing over her.

"Stephen? You are in jail…please don't do this! Please…" her voice echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls and she tried to get away from what she thought was her stepfather, although he kept coming towards her, touching her face, letting his hand drop down her neck, before he slammed his fist into her stomach, causing her head to sag forward, she gasped for air as she tried to catch her breath, his hand slipped back up to the top of her dress, running his hand towards her chest, slipping inside the top of her dress, "Please, please don't do this…leave me alone…please! Stay away from me you son of a bitch!" she pulled away from her as far as possible, trying to stay as far away from him as possible, not even noticing when his hand left her chest and he backed away from her.

Olivia kept her head down, her body shaking slightly as the memories of her stepfather came back to her, many of them when she was attacked during high school and then it came to her, Peter. He was there when she was attacked, he didn't leave when she told him to, he never left her side when she pushed him away, he was the one she wanted now, the one she wanted to have by her side, she let his name slip through her lips, a silent prayer to him that he would find her and bring her home, "Peter…"

Peter sat shaking as the image was cut off, leaving a black background to fill the whole screen, his hands clenching his forearms as he had crossed them over his chest whilst watching the screen, the room was more silent than a funeral, no one moved or spoke, too shocked to do anything at all. It was until there was a sudden phone ringing did anyone move, although Peter stayed where he was, not trusting himself to move, thinking that he would more than likely break something if he moved away from the table. People spoke around him, knocking into him as they tried to find something, anything that would point to where Olivia was being held, thinking more into it, Peter started to feel ill, part of the reason why she was gone was because of him, if he hadn't have told her what had happened, she would never have left alone and she wouldn't have gone home alone. A sudden wave of guilt followed his revelation, and he honestly was going to be sick, he quickly left the room, finding the closest bathroom, he threw up everything that was in his stomach, sliding down the cool wall, letting his shaking hands run over his face.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there, alone, in the bathroom, every now and then his stomach would revolt and would empty itself, until the moment came that nothing else would come out and he felt that he could stand, which he did, albeit on shaking legs, he held on to the basin, staring at himself in the mirror, the exhaustion showing clearly on his face. A short knock at the door caused his head to look up and he found a glum Charlie coming through the bathroom door. "Peter…man…look, we will find her, everyone is doing everything we can to find her. She needs you to be strong…" Peter looked back at Charlie through the mirror, a deep glare being sent his way, and a quick shake of the head. "If you haven't noticed it's not like there is anything that is going to jump out at us. With what the FBI has available you're never going to find her, that video was scrambled, there is no way to find where it came from." He dropped his head again, his shoulders shaking as a sob came from his lips.

Now Peter Bishop was never one to cry in front of other people but Charlie was not other people, he had been around for more than any friend probably ever would and Peter knew that deep down Charlie was feeling that same thing that he was feeling, Olivia was his best friend, they were closer than a brother and sister. When he looked back up at Charlie he could see that pain behind his eyes, it was something they shared between each other, a silent acknowledgement about what they were both feeling. Sighing, Charlie dropped his head and stepped closer to Peter, "Listen, Rachel and Ella are here, I'm going to stay with them for a bit, I think Rachel would like it if you were there as well, I mean after everything the three of you went through, I think she could use your shoulder…" Peter knew that Charlie was referring to, the times when he look after Olivia and Rachel after their stepfather came back, when Greg hit Rachel, when Olivia was in hospital, Peter was always there for both girls and he knew that now was no different, if not more important, with Olivia missing, Rachel would more than likely be more stressed than when she as attacked by her stepfather, at least then she knew where she was.

Leaving the bathroom together, they walked down the long corridor, watching as agents held conversations on their phones, other looking for information on their computers, still not finding much at all. Peter looked up towards Broyles and found the striking blond hair he was so used to seeing on Olivia and his heart thumped before dropping realising that it was just Rachel, he reached out for her, knowing she would have Ella in her arms, he just wanted to be able to reassure her that everything was going to be ok. "Rach…" She turned, her eyes glistening with both shed and unshed tears, a peaceful Ella asleep in her arms. "Oh, Peter!" she was a little relieved to see him there, thankful that he hadn't left, that he was going to be there for them both. "What is going on Peter? They wanted to talk to me but I don't know anything, do you know where she is?" Rachel spoke quickly adjusting the sleeping child, Peter nodded at her, "Not yet Rach, but everyone here is looking for her, we'll find her. But Charlie wants to ask you some questions, just trying to get as much information as we can…did you want me to take Ella while you go?" He watched as she looked down at her child, nodding slightly before handing Ella over before walking with Charlie towards one of the empty offices.

Holding the small girl in his arms, Peter noticed that when she slept she looked exactly like Olivia used to when she was asleep, like nothing could bother her, he sighed, looking up to take in the room, agents running from computer to computer, phones ringing and being answered before being hung up again, it was as if Olivia had disappeared into thin air, he couldn't understand how they could not have anything on where she was, it was getting frustrating and Peter was starting to get angry, thinking back to the night before and then to the day that was supposed to come, they were supposed to be going to an address that came up in Eastwick's files, he and Olivia had a strange feeling that that address was where the camera's in the bank were hooked up to, they would need somewhere big enough to store enough equipment to scramble the location of cameras so no one was able to find them. He stopped suddenly, looking back up at people around, trying to find someone he could get the attention of, just as Broyles came passed his side.

"Sir, here's a thought, Dunham and I were supposed to go and check out a house that was found under Eastwick's name, we both believed that that was were the camera's were routing to, you know the ones in the bank we couldn't trace?" Broyles nodded as he watched Peter, thinking about what he was saying, "You think that they took her because you were getting close?" Peter adjusted the child in his arms before nodding, "Yea I do. There would be no other reason for it, although why they are sending images of her being beaten to us, I don't know, my best guess is that someone is obviously playing with us. They know we can't trace the camera images and so they are dangling her in front of us." Broyles thought for a moment before turning back to the room Charlie had just walked into. Muffled voice came then Rachel stepped out, taking Ella from Peter's arms. "Bishop, you and Francis will go to that address and see what you can find." He turned away from the small group, his mind on all the new information he was given. "Peter…" Rachel's voice brought his attention to her, "…bring her home for me…please?" her voice broke as she spoke but held it together long enough for Peter to touch her arm, nodding once before walking with Charlie, who had already set himself on a damage course with anyone he found at the address.

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