A little shorter than I usually write but it thought it made sense. Thanks Charlie for the help with the name of the park and to everyone who reviewed…I am hoping to get to 100 reviews with this chapter…is only 8…please?

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References: Henry and the cab (Olivia), Lines from Olivia, "…I need to speak to Broyles…" (Bound), Peter touching Rachel's arm (A New Day in An Old Town), "…she's what?..." (Entrada), Thirteenth Floor (The Road Not Taken), Peter hugging (alt)Olivia (6955 kHz), "…you feel…real…" (The Box)

Chapter 17 – Hugging

Fighting her way through the endless trees and shrubs, Olivia was surprised that her battered body was able to take her so far for so long, she could still feel the effects of whatever drug they had injected into her running through her system, her hands we shaking from that and the cold, and her feet burned from running over the uneven ground and the broken branches she had stood on. Thinking that the night was never going to end and that she would freeze to death Olivia stopped against a tree, leaning over, her breath hitching and panting faster as she realised that the wind was blowing stronger than before, the wind chill factor increasing. Deciding that it was time for her to keep going, she moved off the tree and continued, towards what she hoped would be an open field, a house or even just less trees and broken branches.

Finally breaking free from the trees behind her Olivia was shocked to find that she had stumbled across a road, not only a road but one that looked liked it was fairly populated, or at least will be at one point in time during the night. Walking along the gravel for a few meters, she stumbled over the tatters of her torn dress, gasping as her hands and knees hit the ground, grazing the already broken skin. "Shit." She mumbled as she tried lift herself up, her body shaking under its own weight, before giving out and hitting the floor again. "HEY! You ok?" a voice behind Olivia caught her attention suddenly and as she turned to look behind her, a man stood leaning in between the car and the open door, his head lights bright in her face. She squinted, searching the car for some sign that he was going to mean danger to her, but realising that it was a taxi and that more people were driving down the street but figured he would be fine to talk to.

"Ah, not really, would you mind helping me out?" She used the rest of her strength to push herself from the ground, only to have him come around the front of the taxi and help her us. "What happened to you?" he helped her over to the taxi, putting her into the back he was able to get a better look at what she was wearing and what she looked like. "What's your name?" Olivia's voice broke his concentration on her, she knew he was looking at her. "Ah, Henry. My name is Henry." He pulled back from her as she pulled her legs into the cab, slowly, painfully. "Well Henry, how about you help me out?" he nodded again before closing the door and moving to the other side of the cab, getting into the drivers side. "Where are we?" Olivia looked through the window, out at the world passing by, the darkness not showing much but enough for her to know that she wasn't too sure where she was. "Ah, about half and hour out of Boston, Cutler Park." Henry looked up into the rear vision mirror and noticed that her head shot up slightly, the lights from the inside of the cab lighting up the bruising and cuts on her face, she sighed.

"Is there somewhere I can take you?" He looked down at what she was wearing, the ripped material barely holding together. "Is there someone you would like to call?" He glanced back at her, watching as she fiddled with her hands. "Is that ok? I didn't have my phone on me at the moment…" Olivia spoke as though it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. "Yea no problem…" he handed over his phone to her, watching as he shaking hands took it from him, he could hear her sigh before dialling the number she needed. "This is Agent Olivia Dunham, I need to talk to Broyles, it's urgent." Henry's eyes flicked up again at her words, she was an agent? "Sir, I'm on my way back into Boston, I'll explain when I get back, yeah I'm on my way back to the bureau…no it's ok, just meet me there?" She flicked the phone shut before dropping her head, finally realising just how exposed she was. "Would you like a jacket?" Henry's voice brought her back and she smiled at him, "No I'm ok thanks, but could you please drop me off the FBI building in Boston?" He nodded to her through the mirror, suddenly thinking that maybe he had just been caught up in more trouble than he thought.

Olivia closed her eyes as he drove, trying to keep her mind from wondering but couldn't help but think of the boy in her memories, the one that calmed her, she wanted, no needed to know who he was. "If you want, you can rest, I'll let you know when we are there…" Olivia raised her eyebrow at Henry, her eyes barely open. "Oh come on you're an FBI agent…I'm pretty sure you are safe…" The small quirk of a smile on Henry's face brought one to Olivia's and she closed her eyes again, letting her body rest for the first time in a few days.

"Peter, what happens if they can't find her? What if she is really hurt, what if her is dead - " Peter stood from his seat on the couch and came to stand in front of Rachel, taking her in his arms and holding her close. Since the moment they had gotten back to Olivia's apartment, she had been hysterical. Ella was asleep so Rachel knew she didn't have to be strong for her while she was asleep, Peter sighed, "Rach, this is Olivia we are talking about, remember everything she went through when you were younger? This is nothing, she will be fine and we will find her. I promise you that…" Rachel relaxed in his arms slightly before sagging completely, he knew she had finally given in and relaxed slightly, although he could still feel the tense muscles in her back.

Peter pulled away from her and lead her to the couch, knowing that she needed to sit down or else her body wasn't going to be able to keep her up much longer, they had all been awake for two days straight, the worry and lack of food and sleep was starting to show. "Peter…" Peter looked down at Rachel's voice, a softness in her eyes he had missed when he looked at her a moment ago, "…how can you be so calm? The woman you love is missing and your so calm…how?" Peter swallowed, he knew that she didn't realise what she was saying but it was true, he still loved Olivia and she was missing, hurting and beaten, he had seen it, how could he seem so calm. "Oh, Rach, I'm not at all, trust me…" He stepped away from her, watching as she dropped her head into her hands, sobbing slightly, he knew there would be one thing that would make her a little happier. He slipped from the lounge room and into Olivia's bedroom where he had placed the sleeping child, he picked her up slowly, trying not to wake her, before carrying to her mother, who smiled sadly at the sight of her child.

"Rachel, listen to me. Olivia will come back and she will be strong for you both…" he touched her arm and she smiled, "Thank you Peter, it means a lot that you're here…" she trailed off at the sound of his phone, watching as he grabbed it quickly, she knew he was hoping it was Olivia, "Sir?...she's what?" the rise in his voice was enough of an indicator for Rachel to know that Olivia was back. "…I'm on my way sir, of course…" He snapped his phone shut suddenly and turned to Rachel, "Olivia is back, she on her way to the FBI, Broyles wants me to bring her a change of clothes, would you mind…" he motioned towards Olivia's bedroom but Rachel was already on her way there, after placing Ella on the couch. "Take these…we'll come with you…" Rachel grabbed a bag with a few new clothes for Olivia before she leant down to move to pick Ella back up, but Peter stopped her, "Rach no. Stay here and I will make sure she is ok, please I don't want you to worry, I promise I will get her to call you, please…" she looked up into Peter's face and sighed, she knew he was right.

With one final glance in Rachel's direction, Peter left the apartment, driving with one single thought in mind, seeing Olivia again. Finding himself at the FBI very quickly, Peter jogged up the stairs as fast as he could, the thirteenth floor not coming fast enough. Finally coming to the landing and see the agents scurry around, Peter instinctively looked for Olivia, noticing that she wasn't there and then he spotted Broyles talking to Charlie, whatever they were saying, it looked important. "Sir…where is she?" Broyles moved closer to Peter motioning him towards his office. "Bishop, listen to me, she isn't back yet and we are still trying to track where she was being held. Her clothes in the bag?" Broyles head nodded down to the black bag Peter was holding, Peter sighing, "Yea her sister gave me some stuff for her, figured that if she was taken just after the party she would still be in her dress, she'll be more comfortable in this stuff." Peter dropped that bag in the corner of the office, so he knew where it was when she came in.

"So, how did she sound?" Peter wanted to know how she was, he knew she would never have called him first but he hoped that maybe he would hear from her himself. Broyles leaned against his desk, watching the younger Bishop. "She sounded tired, almost as thought she hadn't slept…you saw the footage, you know what she went through. Peter she is going to need you around, you know that right?" Peter and Broyles just watched each other, both trying to decide who was going to speak next. Broyles knowing that he didn't need to convince Peter to hang around and Peter realising then that Broyles still didn't believe that he was going to hang around after all of this. Did that mean Olivia was expecting him to leave again as well?

Henry pulled up outside the FBI building and glanced back at the woman in his backseat, she was asleep but he could tell that given a slight nudge or noise she would be awake and alert in an instant. Deciding that he should probably help her out of the car, he open his door and made his way to her side, slowly opening the door, only to have her glance back at him, her eyes covered over with sleep but she was still aware. "Would you like some help?" He motioned towards the building and Olivia sighed, nodding to him as he held out his hand to help her up.

They walked in silence through the building, agents from other departments watching as they made their way through the building, no one saying anything but if Olivia had any strength left she would have looked up at them, challenging them on anything they wanted to say. Finally making to the thirteen floor, Henry and Olivia stepped out of the elevator and on to the landing where many agents ran from desk to desk, working faster than she had ever seen them, she held her dress together at the side, feeling the carpet under her feet, Olivia silently smiled to herself, it was something she was oh so happy to feel. It took a few moments before anyone noticed that they were there but the one person she cared about right now was standing with his back to her, that was until Mitchel tapped him on the shoulder, motioned him to look behind.

Olivia watched as Charlie slowly turned, phone attached to his ear and a confused look on his face, which both fell as soon as he noticed her standing her. He moved faster than she expected, until he was standing next to her, taking him in her arms and holding up her up her other side. Charlie nodded thanks to the dark skinned man, Henry, next to Olivia, not really knowing how to thank the stranger for saving her life. Olivia looked up at Charlie, a smile coming to her face, only a slight one as the emotions and exhaustion settled over her. Watching as Charlie's eyes flickered to their left for a moment, she followed his eye line, finding one very anxious Peter coming their way. She moved to face in slightly, the sudden overwhelming feeling of calmness and warmth coming over her, the same feeling she had felt when she was in the memory of the field and the boy, she smiled a little more at the sight of the relief in his eyes.

As Peter and Broyles stood not far from each other, Peter heard sudden movement from outside the office and as he turned to see what was going on he noticed that Charlie had run passed the office door, both men knew something was going on. Hurrying out the door, Peter noticed her first, her dress almost torn in two, one hand holding the side together, where it was no doubt ripped up the side. She was covered in dirt and mud, her bare feet causing what was left of the dress to pool at her feet, he also noticed that she was all but leaning on someone, a dark skinned man who he didn't recognise. The next moment he saw a ghost of a smile cross her face when she saw Charlie, his arms going around her shoulders, helping her stand a little more. When he saw that smile nothing else mattered, he pushed his way passed every other agent that was making their way to Olivia's side, wanting, no needing to get there first.

Finally making his way to her side, Peter gently but protectively pulled her closer to him, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other came to rest against the back of her head, holding her closer. "Oh god, Livia!" He buried his face in her shoulder, just holding on to her like she was a life jacket. It didn't take long before he felt Olivia's arms wrap about his body, just needing to know he was real and that she was back and safe. "Thank god you're alright! I was so worried…" his words found only her ears but she knew that everyone in the room was watching.

Smiling to herself Olivia allowed Peter's smell to take over her, relax her and just let her know that she was safe in his arms, like she used to be all those years ago, like she wanted to be for the rest of her life. She pulled away slightly, reaching back down to the side of her dress, holding it together so her underwear wasn't showing to the whole office room, not like anyone would have cared at that moment, she looked up at Peter and smiled, "You feel so real…" she placed her hand on his cheek, memorising the roughness of his stubble before letting her eyes closer and her body sag against him.

Peter had little time to react from the moment that she touched his cheek to when her eyes fluttered shut and rolled back and she sagged against Peter's arms. As her body weight leant against him, Peter lowered them both to the ground slowly, not wanting to drop her or hurt her in anyway. He called for an ambulance and medical attention, more than terrified that something was going wrong now that she was home but also overly thankful that she was home and safe in his arms, where he was going to keep her for as long as he could.

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