OK so about 3 days ago I changed my mind and rewrote the last part of this chapter so it wasn't up after yesterday's ep…which I loved! YAY for rating as well :D…please let me know what you think. so i apologise for my inability to make decisions lol :D

As always thank you angellcakes23, Samuri7269, Fantasy Cat and Paladinobr (I apologise if i have missed anyone, there are a few of you but you know who you all are!) for all your support and Lori, Charlie and Alyssia (and Alex…who is currently away) I couldn't do this without you! :D…please review...They make me smile :D

Reference: "…black with one sugar…" (Concentrate and Ask Again), "…Samantha Loeb…" (Bound), "…stay here…" (Power Hungry), "…(I'm not) I wasn't ready to die today…" (Forced Perception), Peter almost getting shot in the head (Night Of Desirable Objects)

Chapter 26 – The Set Up

Sipping on his fourth coffee of the night, Peter sighed as he looked back at the clock on the computer screen. It was past 1am when he had arrived at FBI building, unable to sleep, even with Olivia in his arms, he needed to be doing something, anything to try and help her. He had watched her sleep for a few hours, noticing the small lines of her face that didn't seem to disappear like they usually do as she slept, holding her tightly as she cried in her sleep, called out for him, seemingly terrified of whatever dream she was having. He hadn't left her to fend for herself, waiting until a few hours had passed that she hadn't moved in her sleep, or cried or dug her nails into his arm, just needing him close. She was finally asleep and it was 12.47am, Peter was awake and there was nothing he could do about it. And that's how he had found himself in the FBI building so late at night, coffee in hand and his mind clear on his task at hand, finding something that will bring down Loeb.

With his headphones on and his phone sitting in front of him, in case Walter or Olivia tried to call him, he set out listening and searching through the day's records of Loeb's phone calls. Two agents had been recording everything as soon as it came in, one recording all of Loeb's cell phone calls while the other recorded his home line calls. Needless to say the last 24 hours had been a very busy time for Loeb and his wife, it was as if neither of them were ever off the phone for more than 10 minutes at a time. It was Peter's, or Olivia's if she was on, to search through the information and the data, using voice recognition programs, key word recognition programs and also one of Peter's own programs that breaks down all sentences, not just searching for single words, to search for consistencies throughout the words, making it easier to find links between different conversation, highlighting possible code words or meanings. He had also reprogramed it to hack into and search all database, from the FBI to the CIA, even medical databases so they would be able to verify any information that was being passed over the phone lines, needless to say Broyles was unaware, or so Peter though, about the last part of his program.

"Found anything Mr. Bishop?" Peter was still getting used to be referred to as Mr. Bishop by people who would otherwise be locking him up in jail for the rest of his life, but he looked up and gladly accepted the coffee that the agent had offered him, making it his fifth for the night, he really wasn't going to sleep now. "Ah no not yet. He is still just chatting about normal things, conversations with his wife, his brother about dinners and pets. It's been two days and I'm starting to think-" he really didn't want to finish his sentence because if he did he would be admitting a doubt in Olivia's abilities to trust her own judgement, something he would never do. "Starting to think that Agent Dunham was wrong…?" Peter may have not needed to finish his sentence but the agent next to him did it for him, causing Peter to send a threatening glare in his direction. "I'm sorry Mr. Bishop, it's just that there has been nothing for two days, if he really was the one we are looking for wouldn't he do something out of the ordinary?" Peter turned to watch the Agent as he took his seat on the other side of the desk, another computer sitting between them. Peter took all of him in, he looked young, not a chance he was older than Peter himself, he also looked new, like everything was still black and white to him, like he didn't really have a grasp on the concept of a corrupt agent.

"Loeb has been doing this job longer than you know, he knows how things are done here, he knows the procedure and he knows what is looked for when trying to bring down a suspect, it doesn't surprise me that we haven't heard anything from him that we shouldn't, or that he hasn't surfaced on any of our, or my, programs, he knows how to keep himself low, we just have to wait for him to slip up." Peter turned back to his computer monitor, adjusting his headphones and sighing once more, nothing had come up, Peter knew he was right about Loeb he just wished he would slip up sooner rather than later. They both feel into silence, only broken by the tapping and clicking of keys and the mouse, Peter had his headphone up loud so he could tune out what was going on around him and with that another three hours passed in complete silence and concentration.

"Hey, how's it all going in here?" Olivia walked through the door just before 4am. She had woken up to a cold and empty bed and didn't like the feeling of not having Peter there when she woke up, but the loving note that was left bed her side was enough to make her smile, something along the lines of;

Sweetheart, needed to feel useful and you were peaceful. I'll be at the FBI building when you get up. xPx

Checking to see if Walter was still asleep, Olivia dressed and made her way to her boyfriends side, picking up two cups of coffee, one black with one sugar the other with milk, although she knew he probably wouldn't be needing anymore coffee if he had been gone as long as she thought he had been. Peter hadn't noticed her coming into the room, his back to her, his headphones on and his head down scribbling on a random piece of paper, but the other agent in the room had, he had looked up and smiled, "Not too bad, we've been at this for a while though." He looked back at his computer, although watching from the corner of his eye as Olivia placed a cut of coffee on the desk next to Peter before running her hand through his hair, getting his attention with a little, shocked jump. Slipping off his headphones and pressing pause on the recording he stood slightly to place a kiss on her cheek, completely forgetting about the other agent in the room. "Hey, what are you doing up so early? Oh, thank you so much…" he reached for the coffee he had just noticed she had placed on the table next to him.

"Oh I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep, the bed was cold I guess…" she let her sentence lead off without being unfinished, not wanting to take it any further but the smile on Peter's face as he looked back up at her from the computer said he knew exactly what she was saying. Suddenly hearing a clear of a throat, Peter and Olivia both looked up to see an embarrassed looked agent rising from the desk opposite Peter's. "Excuse me, I'll leave you too alone." And with that he left, leaving the two together in a closed off room. Standing once more, Peter took the opportunity to place his hands on either side of Olivia's face, pulling her in for a sweet, loving kiss. "Good morning, I'm sorry you woke up and I wasn't there…I just couldn't sleep and thought I'd be useful. Haven't found anything though…" he sat back at the computer, this time bringing up the programs that had been running in the background. Olivia placed her hands on either of his shoulders and leaned over, her head inches from his, "You'll find something. I know it's been a few days already but we knew this wasn't going to be easy. Something will come up." Placing a kiss on his cheek, Olivia sat by his side, taking a folder from her bag and beginning to read through it, losing herself in the details of the file.

Not much was really happening for them. Olivia was finding nothing in all files that were found to have even briefly mentioned Eastwick's name, nothing had sent off alarm bells on Peter's programs as he continued to search through the conversations he had had during the day before. The other agent had returned to the room, glad to see the lack of interaction from the couple, granted he couldn't see Peter's hand rested on Olivia's though under the table. And so time tracked on, now being 5.37am they were staring to feel that nothing was going to be found until a phone call had come through on both the cell and home phone of Loeb, Peter being the first to reach for it, turned on the recording and loud speaker, listening to the very first of what was sure to be many calls that day. Loeb's voice was loud and clear as he spoke, "Sam, I need to go and see my father, he is at Boston General…" a female voice returned, "…Are you sure that's a good idea…I mean, he may not be alone…" Alarm bells went off in Peter's mind as he started running the data through all of his programs, knowing something was wrong with the conversation they were having on the phone. As the information was run through the medical database of Boston General Hospital Loeb spoke again, "…should be ok. I'm sure he will be fine to go and see now…" a small flashing screen showed itself on Peter's computer, indicating that Loeb's father had actually died several years ago.

"Ah Livia, we have something. Loeb's father died a few years ago. He is going to see Eastwick, he thinks that we would have called off the guards at his room by now, thinking that we would figured he wouldn't be going to visit…Liv, his wife knows about it all…" Peter had turned around on his chair to face Olivia, his hand pointing to the screen on the computer, but as he did he found that she was already out the door and headed towards what he could only assume to be Broyles office. Ripping off his headphone, Peter followed her quickly, "Livia…Liv…Olivia, stop for a minute!" He came around to face her from the front holding both her shoulders so she couldn't move any further than she was. "Listen to me for a second. We need a plan here, obviously our original one isn't on the cards anymore so we need something else, as soon as he sees the guards he is going know we are still watching him and we are going to lose him. Please Livia, lets slow this down…" Peter turned just in time to find Broyles standing in the doorway watching them, he must have heard the commotion between the two just outside of his office door.

"You found something?" His flat, harsh voice reached their ears and Peter swallowed, he figured that deep down, Broyles and even himself and Olivia, hoped that Loeb was innocent, saving them from the pain of hunting one of their own. Olivia stood up, taking charge like she always had, "Yes sir, we believe that Loeb will be going to visit Eastwick in the hospital. Peter was just saying that we need to pull the guards at his door because he will notice them, I agree. We are going to notify the hospital to make sure that no one is allowed in to any of the hospital until visiting hours, I also think we should go ahead with Peter's original idea, setting up with another person in the room. We have three hours until visiting hours actually open and so its enough time to get everything sorted. Sir, will you be putting survalence on the Loeb house? It seems that his wife is also involved…" She watched his face darken, it was no secret that Loeb and his wife were close with Broyles, but he nodded anyway, "Bring her in now, having her escorted to interrogation and then head out with Bishop to the hospital. I will have a team set up at the hospital waiting for you to arrive. Make it clean and simple Dunham." She waited for less than a moment before Broyles nodded, turning back to his office the door slammed in her face, leaving Peter and Olivia standing at the closed door.

"Let's go, we have things to do. Peter can you get your man in position while I call the hospital? Make sure he knows exactly what to do, we need to make sure this goes according to plan." She was already pulling out her phone as she turned away from Peter, "This is Agent Dunham, FBI. I need you to make sure that no one enters the hospital until visiting hours, do you understand. We need security posted at every entrance and exit, this is top priority…" she listened for a moment, nodding to herself as the person on the other line spoke, "…thank you and should anything happen you are to call this number immediately…we will also have an agent a civilian coming down, they will be there within ten minutes to explain what will happen…" she nodded once more to herself before hanging up, turning to Broyles she spoke, "The hospital is setting up. How did you go Peter?" She turned to find Peter coming out from one of the back room, he looked less then impressed but said nothing. "The hospital will be waiting for them to get there…you alright?" All she got in return was a nod and she knew that it hadn't been easy for him to call in that favour. Broyles returned to them, pulling Olivia away to speak to her.

"I just made a call to the hospital, I don't want any surprises so I have made sure that no one is to be let into until visiting hours start, they seemed to take it a little more seriously when a second FBI agent called... You both should head down to Loeb's place and bring in Samantha. Like I said Dunham, quick and simple." Without a second word, Peter and Olivia made their way out to her SUV. There was not much said between them as she drove with the sirens and the lights on, finding her way to Loeb's house in less than twenty minutes.

Looking towards Peter as she pulled up, Olivia spoke softly, "Peter I want you to stay here, just in case I don't want to scare her with the both of us." AS she reached for the door Peter grabbed her arm, "Olivia you don't honestly think I am going to sit back here in the car and let you go on your own?" She leaned forward and touched his cheek, "Yes, I do…" Before she moved from the car and up the short steps to the large front door. Knocking on the front door, Olivia waited for a moment before glancing in through the window at the side of the door. She could see Samantha Loeb standing in the hallway, clearly contemplating whether or not to open the door. "Samantha Loeb? It's Olivia Dunham…I work with your husband, could you please open the door?" There was not point trying to catch her out just yet, they still needed the door to be opened. After a moment Samantha's voice found it's way through the door, "One moment Agent Dunham…" there was a sound and then the clicking of the lock being opened. Samantha's face came into view, "What can I do for you Agent Dunham?" Olivia smiled her best smile and spoke, "I was wondering if I could come in for a moment, I was actually just wondering how Mitchel was doing. He came to visit me in the hospital and I know that he is unwell at the moment so I thought I would return the favour…"

Samantha nodded for a moment before letting Olivia inside, closing and locking the door behind her. "I know it's early I am sorry, but our boss wanted me to come down and see how he was going, we are missing him around the office." She smiled as they walked into the lounge, Samantha offering Olivia a seat at the couch. "Oh well that's very kind of you Olivia but Mitchel is not here at the moment, he had an appointment at the hospital. I can tell him you stopped by if you like…" As Samantha took her seat next to Olivia something clicked inside of Olivia, Samantha had just given her an in, something that would let her bring up her husband and see how much she really knew. "Oh, would that be Boston General he is going to?" Something flickered in Samantha's eyes and Olivia caught onto it just in time and as Samantha reached for the gun that was sitting underneath the couch, Olivia was able to reach for hers. "Samantha, think about what you're doing! This is not the way…" Olivia took a step back still holding her gun in front of her. All she received in return was smirk before Samantha took a step forward but it was the sudden sound of floorboard creaking behind them that caught their attention and Samantha whirled around on her heels and aimed the gun at the person standing behind them, firing and narrowly missing their head as they ducked to the side.

Peter covered his head as the bullet slammed into the wall behind him before he looked up at the sound of a second gunshot, only to find Samantha slumping to the ground, Olivia breathing heavily. "What did I tell you about staying in the car?" She spoke quickly as she moved around Samantha, making sure she was ok, which Peter noticed there was no blood coming from any bullet wounds. "There was a snowflakes chance in Hell I was just going to sit there waiting for you, anything could have happened…What did you shoot her with anyway?" He leaned down as well, looking over Samantha's face, glancing up at Olivia when she held out her gun to him, "Tranquilizer dart, enough to knock out a horse…" she smiled at him when she noticed that he breathed out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Here, hold this while I take a photo…" Olivia stood above Samantha and push Peter out the way a little bit, taking a face shot of her on her phone, making sure to have her eyes closed. "Why are you doing that?" Peter handed Olivia back her gun, finding it only slightly sexy when she flicked her jacket back and holstered her gun, a half smile forming on her face as the right side of her mouth rose, "Because I have no doubt that Loeb will not talk and if I can convince him that she is dead he might crack, plus she almost shot you…are you ok by the way?"

It was just then that Peter realised that his heart rate had not gone back it's original rate, still panicking a little from almost being shot. "Yea I'll be fine…I wasn't ready to die today anyway…" Again with the lopsided smirk, Olivia was loving that look today because that was all she was giving him, the amused smirk, he loved and hated it all at the same time. "That's a good thing, I don't think I'm ready to lose you just yet…" Olivia whispered as she pulled out her phone and called for backup, intent of switching places and making their way to the hospital, if they timed this just right, they would have had an hour to spare, not that he had been seen just yet, the other agents that were set up at the hospital had called the all clear since they had arrived and set up. With Samantha heading to the FBI building, Olivia and Peter made the short distance to Boston General ready to go through with the second half of their plan.

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