Sorry this is a few days late but please…enjoy! :D and please review… please :D Also Samuri7269 I will make sure to be careful of the really long paragraphs in the coming up chapters, sadly this one was already written before your review but THANK YOU so very much for the feedback! Much appreciated

Reference: "…commanding officer…" (Forced Perception), "…hun…" (The Day We Died), "…headache, that's all…" (Forced Perception)

Song: I Guess That's Why They Call it The Blues – Elton John

Chapter 28 – Liven Up

"Livia, wait up!" Peter's voice found her ears moments before she noticed his hand resting on her arm, "Hey you alright?" He turned her to face him as he spoke, stooping his head a little lower to be able to look into her eyes before she could look away. "Peter…we got him…" her voice was above a whisper just before the smile found its way to her lips, she laughed, happy that it was finally over but also because she could get some rest. "I know…it's finally over…" He pulled her into a hug, neither of them really caring that there were other agents around that could have been watching them, for them all that mattered was that the whole thing with Loeb and Olivia's kidnapping was over. "Agent Dunham…" a voice came from behind them and they turned to find a very grumpy looking Agent Edwards standing with his arms crossed over his chest, "…sorry to interrupt this inappropriate moment but Agent Broyles and the Senator are waiting for you both in his office…" Nodding and clearing her throat, Olivia pulled away from Peter's grip and made her way passed both the men, her head down and a slight red in the face.

Peter groaned slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest to match Edwards stance, he hated the way the other man was watching Olivia as she walked passed him, his eyes never leaving her backside, if he wasn't a CIA agent, and someone who could put him in jail with one phone call, he could have him face first against the wall and his arm twisted back so far he would relish in the sound of the snapping bones. Locking his jaw so tight with his muscles would sure to be in pain once he relaxed, Peter moved passed Edwards, never dropping his arms from his chest and never letting his eyes leave Edwards, who in turn watched him back was a sickening smirk on his face. It was only a moment before Peter found his way to Olivia's side, before she opened the door to Broyles office, finding him sitting at his desk like always and the Senator sitting opposite him. "Ah, Agents…come in, come in…" it was the Senator who invited Peter and Olivia inside with a smile on his face, "Congratulations are in order…well done…" Olivia noted that the Senator was way too happy about the fact that they just proved that one of their own, a decorated agents, was in fact a traitor. "Ah…thank you Senator, we were only doing our jobs…" she looked towards Broyles who was just shaking his head, the Senator may have been a very close friend but he still found him to be a very strange person.

"Dunham, Bishop…I just wanted to call you into make sure that there was nothing else you wanted from Loeb, I know that there may not be too much more he was to say but I believe Dunham, you have an idea…" Olivia nodded, risking a glance to her side and to a very shocked looking Peter, she had not filled him in on this part of her plan, mainly because it was a very spur of the moment thought she had had when Peter was off organising his man on the inside. "Ah yes sir. We can all assume that Loeb knows more than he is telling, mainly what he wanted from me and those safety deposit boxes that we still know nothing about…when we remove Loeb from the interrogation room, make sure we do it at the same time that his wife is being removed from hers, he still believes that she is dead and I never lead him to believe her not to be. Use her as advantage. He will see that she is alive but he can't get to her…the idea is eventually he will want his wife's freedom and when he does, the exchange is all the information he has…or else she goes away for just as long as he does for assaulting a federal officer…" The Senator smiled, Broyles raised his fist to his lips in thought and Peter nodded, it was a good way to make sure that Loeb was telling them everything, which they all knew he wasn't. "Done Agent. Let him stew for a while, I assume you left the photo of his wife in with him…" Broyles allowed a tiny, whisper of a smile to grace his face when she nodded, he wasn't dumb, he'd known Olivia for a long time.

Standing inside the interrogation room, Olivia rested her back against the windowed wall, slipping her phone from her pocket she pretended to be checking messages when truly she was messaging Charlie to bring out Loeb's wife. She had to admit, Charlie had come in at the right time, he had started work late because of an appointment for Sonia and now having him here, to help Peter keep Loeb steady was an added bonus, something she promised herself she was thank him for later, probably by offering to babysit or take him out for drinks. As the door swung open and Peter's face entered the room Olivia knew it was time. Pushing herself from the wall she went to Loeb's side as Peter spoke, "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here…" He reached in front of Loeb to grab a hold of his handcuffed hands before unlocking them only to relock them behind Loeb's back. Peter and Olivia knew that the belief was his wife's death had really thrown Loeb, he was complacent and calm, everything against the way she expected him to be. With his arms behind his back, Peter holding his hands in place and pushing him forward, Loeb was marched out the interrogation room and into a long hallway, agents had all stopped doing whatever it was that they were doing to watch. Many dropped papers, some hung up on phone calls while other just turned to stare at their former agent and to many of them close friend.

There was silence throughout the office, it was as if all the phones had stopped ringing for those moments, Broyles stood on the top step of the platform and watched Peter all but pushed Loeb towards the exit, his head hung low. It was at that moment that another interrogation room door swung open, directly facing Loeb and Peter, but it was not enough to get him to look up, not until the sound of bracelets echoed throughout the silence room. Charlie was leading out Samantha Loeb from the room with her hands behind her back, much like her husbands. "Mitchel?" when hers was the only voice in the room, Loeb stopped dead in his tracks, Peter only inches behind him, holding tightly onto his arms. "Sammy?" The shock and disbelief in his voice would usually be one of romance if he was not going away for kidnapping and treason. He pulled at the restraints that Peter was holding onto, wanting, needing to get closer to her but Peter wasn't going to let go. "They told me you were dead, they showed me your photo…" His eyes searched her face as if trying to tell if she was a dream or real. "NO! No, I'm here…please! Please let me go, I want to see my husband, please…" Olivia could see Samantha struggle against Charlie, the same desire to be near her husband as he had shown to be with her. Again if it weren't for the circumstances it would be a romantic and heartfelt meeting between two lovers, but Olivia couldn't let herself believe that's what it was.

Suddenly there was renewed force inside of Loeb and he wrenched himself away from Peter's grip, albeit causing the handcuffs to cut into his wrists, Olivia jumped in front of Loeb to try and stop him from getting to his wife, there were other agents jumping in at this time but all stopped when Loeb threw all his force in front of him and collided with Olivia, sending her crashing into the desk that was closest to them, Peter then jumping onto Loeb with his arm crossing over Loeb's shoulder and slamming him against the ground. "Charlie! Get her out of here!" Peter struggled with Loeb for a few moments before another agent pull him off of Loeb, "I got him…Lets go Loeb!" with his arms harshly behind his back and the handcuffs tightened around his wrists Loeb was marched, still struggling, through the office and towards the elevator, there was no way they were letting him go now. Peter looked around for Olivia, having seen her hit the desk had sent him into a fury but now he just wanted to make sure she was ok. Finding her still sitting on the floor with two other agents at her side, he noticed that she was trying to push them away, trying to get up but they kept her down. That's when he noticed the two-inch gash on her forehead and the blood that dripped from it. "Dunham, you need to sit, you've hit your head and you blacked out for a moment. Just sit…" the agent spoke to her but when she saw Peter watching her she smiled and pushing herself away from the two agents and from the floor.

"I'm fine really…I didn't blackout…it just hurt a little more than I expected it would…" She was brushing her hair away from her forehead now, making sure not to touch the gash or blood. "That may be true Agent Dunham but I want you to go and get it looked at and cleaned up!" Broyles voice boomed throughout the office, startling everyone who didn't know he had returned, it was then they realised that the agent who had pulled Peter away from Loeb was Broyles, he had known that Peter would want to make sure Olivia was alright. "Sir, really I am fine, headache, that's all. Olivia tried to reason with him but she knew that Broyles was the sort of person you just don't argue with. "I am your commanding officer Agent Dunham, you will do what I say…" He made his way to them both, making sure that everyone else in the office had gone back to work, or at least acted like they were working. Coming to stand by their side he looked towards Peter, "…Bishop, take her to the lab, have your father to check her out and then take her home. You two have done enough for today and you won't be needed for the rest of the day, neither tomorrow as well…the paperwork can wait anyway…" Turning quickly Peter and Broyles knew that if he didn't leave now Olivia would try to talk him out of sending them home and so he reached for her arm and pulled her towards the elevator, "Let's go…that cut does need to be cleaned and probably sticked by the looks of it."

Once the elevator doors had closed Peter sighed and pulled her in for a loving kiss, "God Liv, did you have to get in front of him?" he touched her face, her neck and her hair, making sure not to touch the cut on her forehead. "Sometimes I think you have a death wish." He placed another kiss on her lips just as she smiled, "Peter…I jumped in front of a handcuffed man not a bus…anyway, can we go to the hospital instead to get this looked at…" her statement shocked him a little as the elevator doors pinged and they exited, finding her car in an instant but Peter reached for the keys, "Oh no…I drive!" Hearing her huff made him smile as he reached the drivers side of the car. When they were seated he looked towards her, her eyes closed and her hand barely touching her forehead. "Hey hun, how come you want to go to the hospital? We could just go and see Walter…" this made her eyes snap open and a something flash across her face. "I don't want to see Walter at them moment…I still haven't completely dealt with what he did to me, you of all people should be able to understand that, considering how you grew up…" She didn't have to look at him to know he was nodding, "I understand, don't you worry about that. Sweetheart, I'm the last person you need to convince." He reached over and took a hold of her hand, squeezing it gently. "How about this, I take you back to my house, clean up that cut, you take some pain killers and then we watch a movie or something…" she smiled at the idea of spending the evening with him alone, considering Walter would be staying late at the lab.

He had taken to staying late over the last few weeks, after everything had come to light and exploded about what he had done to Olivia when she was a child, he had opted to stay away from Peter to try and minimise the anger towards himself. "I'd like that a lot Peter…" with a small nod and smile, Peter drove them both towards his place, intent on sending the night with her on the couch, with her in his arms.

Pulling up to the driveway of their home, Peter put the SUV in park and looked towards Olivia, he half expected her to be asleep but instead she just sat with her head against the window and his hand clasped him hers tightly, "Come on, lets get inside…" Letting go of her hand, they both got out of the car but Peter stopped and looked up at the sky to find the sun was starting to set, allowing for an orange glow to cover the clouds that were still left in the sky. Turning to Olivia he pulled her closer to him with his arms around her waist before bringing his nose down to rest gently against hers. "You know…you told me once that sunrise was your favourite time of the day…well this is mine…watching the sun set, with you in my arms…" Olivia pulled back suddenly and watched him, her face scrunching as she tired to remember when she had mentioned that, but it only took Peter's smile and him bringing her back to him that kept her silence, him already knowing her question. "When we went away to my beach house before grad. It was the morning after you said that you loved me…" it suddenly dawned on her, that memory and her mouth opened to form the shape of an 'o' in awe.

He continued though, "I woke up to find the bed empty and then I found you sitting on the sand wrapped in that old blanket that used to sit on the side of the couch. I watched you for a few minutes, just taking in the fact that I finally had you, you had told me you loved me and that you were mine…you told me that it was your favourite time of day and then we talked about how we were both scared, about what had happened to you and of the future, college and the like. I know we didn't make it through that Olivia, and that was my fault but we have been given a second chance and I am sure as hell going to fight for you until my last breath…" He pulled her close in a crushing kiss, letting everything just flow through him into her. It was while they kiss that he felt a wetness on his face and as he pulled away he realised that Olivia was crying and yet smiling at the same time. "You remember that? You remember everything about that morning?" She sounded so shocked that Peter was a little hurt that she had such little faith in him, although he then remembered that he had pretty much abandoned her while they were at college.

"Olivia Dunham…I remember everything about that trip, I remember everything about all the times I have spent with you, I remember every detail, everything you did for me, everything you let me do for you and the nights we spent together, wrapped up in each other..." His eyebrow raised slightly in a suggestive manner, "I never thought of anyone else or anything else after I left…" Her smile faulted slightly but she kissed him anyway, short and sweet but full of emotion. "Come on, it's getting a bit cold, lets get inside…" She pulled him by the hand towards the door and into the house, dropping her jacket as she entered the house. "Go and sit on the couch and I will get the first aid kit." Peter left her side and headed upstairs, leaving Olivia to head towards the lounge room, although she did not sit on the couch. Photos on the fireplace caught her eyes and wandered over towards them. Grabbing a hold of one she noticed that it was a family photo of Peter when he was a child, with Walter to his left and his mother to his right.

They looked happy, not something she had seen much when they were at school together. Placing it down gently she reached for the next one, her smile widening as she looked closer at it. It was an old photo of her and Peter, clearly a photo booth picture of them together. He had his arms wrapped around her waist and his lips on her neck, her pulling away as if he was tickling her. "Walter found this picture in my suitcase when we first moved in here…" Peter's voice made her jump slightly and place the frame down quickly as if she was a child who had been caught holding something they had specifically been told not to touch. But Peter smiled and came closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist much like the photo. "It was before we got back together, you were still with Frank and you were still angry with me…I used to looked at it every night, remembering how happy we were. One day I found Walter in my room, holding the photo and crying slightly. He asked all about you, and how I grew up, how close we were and if you knew my mother…it was…well it was the most lucid I had seen him since before he went away." Peter placed his chin on Olivia's shoulder and sighed, it was hard for him to talk about still but knowing that he had Olivia was all he needed.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He reached for her hand and led her to the couch, flicking on the CD player as he went. Placing an anticeptic covered patch gently over the cut on her forehead, Olivia winced slightly but relaxed moments later. "Sorry…it doesn't look too bad, I might just put a couple of butterfly strips over it though, help it to heal faster…" he reached for three small white strips and place them horizontally over the cut, closing it before cleaning up whatever blood that had dried on her skin. Once he was done he pulled Olivia back against him, so their chests were touching and the silence stretched around them. The only sound other than their breathing was the music that had changed song and begun to play.

Don't wish it away, don't look at it like it's forever, between you and me I could honestly say, that things can only get better…

Olivia breathed in Peter's scent as the song played, one line sticking into her mind, between you and me things can only get better. She sighed, he had really been affecting her more than she cared to admit and now, in that empty house, she wasn't going to waste it. Pushing herself away from him, she reached for his hand, pulled him up in the process and she smiled at him, although it had suddenly turned into a yawn. Peter laughed and pulled her into a hug, "Let's go to bed, you need your beauty sleep…" He lead her by the hand towards the stairs and up to the upper level, flicking off the lights in the process but forgetting about the music that played in the background. '

Please review…I promise the next chapter will be worth ;)