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Reference: "…Look after each other…" (Fracture), "…help me…" (Wallflower), "…tell me where she (Olivia) is…" (The End of All Things)

Chapter 32 – The Deal

Placing a heavily sleeping Ella down on the arm chair in the corner of Olivia's office was not the easiest thing Peter had to do tonight, as soon he placed her down on the chair, her eyes opened and she sat up suddenly, "Aunt Liv?" when she looked around and found herself in a strange room with only Peter she began to panic. "I want Aunt Liv!" her voice rose when Peter tried to touch her and calm her down, "Ella, Aunt Liv is working…Hey Ella." Before Peter was able to get a hold of her, Ella jumped from the arm chair, pushing passed Peter and into the larger office where she was met with a lot of people she didn't know.

Stopping dead in her tracks Ella began to panic her tears finding her eyes and her voice becoming louder and louder as she called out, "Aunt Liv!" her wails were heard by the other agents but it was Charlie who was able to get to her before anyone else. "Ella? Come here honey, you remember me yea?" Ella pulled back slightly to see who was holding her, her bottom lip quivering as she wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck, "Char…" she held onto him as she cried, not noticing when Charlie handed her back to Peter, trying to keep her calm but her tears kept coming, the only good thing about the silent sobs and tears was that she was going to tire herself out very quickly, and that's what she did. Falling asleep in Peter's arms, her head on his shoulder and her arms around his neck.

Flicking the light off in Olivia's office, Peter turned on the desk lamp first before sitting down on the couch and letting Ella sleep, rocking her gently, while he texted Rachel to see if she could come and pick her up, the last thing he wanted was to have to leave Ella in Olivia's office, he would never forgive himself if something like before happened again. He had sat there for almost and hour, knowing that Olivia was busy talking to Broyles about how they were going to approach this issue that had come up, there was a lot to talk about, he also knew that she had gone in to talk to Loeb once more. Peter closed his eyes and continued to rock Ella while she slept, the lack of light letting his tiredness overtake him and he yawned.

"Peter?" his eyes snapped up at his name and he looked up at the light streaming through the now open door. Rachel stood with her hand on her hip and smiled at him, Peter could also see someone standing behind her, her date he presumed. "I'm sorry Rach, we knew you were busy but something really important has come up-" Rachel cut him off with a hand up and a smile, "It's fine Peter, really, this is Matthew…" she gestured to man behind her who waved, noticing Peter's arms were still full with the small child. "…Matthew this is my sister's boyfriend Peter. It's ok, I got her, just go and look after my sister." She placed a kiss on his cheek before taking Ella from him, "good night beautiful." He whispered as she was removed from his arms, finally being able to shake Matthew's hand, he did, saying good bye to them both before heading out to find Olivia.

"Look you can sit here all you like and try and force me to tell you what you want to know but the fact of the matter is, I am going to tell you everything… you just have to do something for me first…" Olivia sat back as she watched Loeb watching her. She really didn't know how much she could trust him but at this point in time and with the possibility of finding out everything she wanted to know, she was inclined to listen to him and do whatever it was that he needed. "Ok Loeb, what is it that you have in mind?" She watched as he leaned forward and smiled, "I have a couple of conditions, one my wife goes free, no charges, no jail, nothing." He waited for a few moments, as Olivia turned her head towards the one-way glass slightly, as if telepathically communicating with Broyles. "Fine, we can work that out Loeb. What else?"

"And second…" he leaned forward and reached for the paper that was sitting underneath Olivia's hands and then taking the pen that was sitting next to her. Loeb scribbled on the paper for a few minutes, the only sound that could be heard in the interrogation room was the sound of pen on paper. Sliding the piece of paper back to her, Loeb dropped the pen with a clunk. "I need you to go to that address, follow those instruction completely, and then come back to me with it." He crossed his arms as much as his restraints would allow him before leaning back. Olivia watched him for a moment, pursing her lips before nodding, all but ripping the piece of paper off the table and exiting the interrogation room, meeting up with Broyles and Peter in the hallway. "What do you think?"

Broyles huffed, crossing his arms, "I think if we want to know everything he knows and find out what else is planned we need to find whatever it is that is hidden there. Take backup, it'll be easier to search the whole area. Bishop go with her, look after each other." He turned his back to them both, letting Olivia and Peter glance at each other before stalking down the hallway and towards their car. "So what do you think is here? Why has he sent you here?" Peter didn't even look up at Olivia as he looked over the GPS and satellite photos of the area they were supposed to be going to, their back up close in toe. "Honestly Peter, I have no idea. I have no clue what he is playing at but I guess there is only one way of finding out." Olivia glanced back in the rear vision mirror, making sure she wasn't rushing too much for the backup following her.

Nodding, Peter flashed her a look, taking in her face every time there was a flash of light across it. He was able to see that her was very determined at that moment and he worried what would actually happen if they found nothing at the location. Skidding to a stop at the sight of the blinking GPS, Olivia and Peter looked up to find they had stopped at a shell of a construction site. Plastic sheeting covered unbuilt sides of the concrete blocks, construction material lay abandoned over the night as all workers should have been clocked off. "You sure this is the right place?" Peter looked through his window before looking back down at the paper in his hands. "This is it." Olivia exited the SUV quickly indicating to the other agents who had stopped behind them to spread out and search for anything they could find before turning to Peter.

"You know what we have to look for…lets split up, it'll be faster that way…" Olivia turned her back to Peter before he could argue with her, watching her retreating form go up the concrete stair case into the building site. Sighing Peter dropped his head and continued around the back of the building, flicking on his flashlight, searching through the piles of rubbish and the timber that sat along the edges of the wire fencing. He picked up a few pieces and placed them down again, before continuing onto the next tile of rubbish, hoping that he would find something, soon, he was starting to feel the cold seeping into his body, through his jacket and gloves. He continued on for a few minutes before deciding to give up on that side of the site.

Letting his flashlight flicker once more across a few areas he was about to turn away, that was until something else flickered with the light, it looked to be metal surrounded by wood. Bending down, Peter removed what was in his way, placing down the flashlight he smiled, and reached for his prize, happy to be able to get out of the cold, considering by the time he had found it they had been there for about thirty minutes. He pulled out his walkie talkie and spoke firmly "Found it Livia…" waiting for a quick reply, which came with a slight smile in her voice, he made his way back towards the SUV, intent on opening the box and finding out exactly what they had been sent on the hunt for.

Glancing around the corner of where she was on the middle level Olivia sighed at the sound of Peter's voice, knowing that he had found what they were after and she could go back to him and to the FBI building. She was doing a final lap of the level, making sure there wasn't anything else out of the ordinary when she heard something fall behind her. Whipping around suddenly, Olivia's eyes landed on a man less than ten feet from her, his smirk shining in the lights from outside before he took off up the stairs, with Olivia hot on his tail.

Olivia skipped the steps one by one, pushing herself faster and faster, chasing the suspect through the long halls and the multiple staircases they had encountered. Coming to a final platform of the construction site, Olivia rounded the corner, her gun in front of her and the walkie-talkie sitting just in reach of her hands, if she needed. She took one step, then another, listening for any sort of noise that might have come from the floor, leading her to her suspect. She wanted to call out and signal Peter to come to meet her but she knew that any noise she made would inadvertently alert the suspect to her position.

Hearing a creak coming from behind her, Olivia spun on her heals but found nothing and no one behind her. Letting out a deep sigh she turned back to her original position, eye the flapping plastic sheets and the flashes of light coming from the open walls, looking out over the street. She was honestly starting to believe that there was no one on the floor with her when she turned back to the open air of the walls and looked around once more. When she was satisfied that there was no one around her she let one drop from her gun to reach for her walkie talkie, thinking of calling it in, she felt that a body collide with hers, dropping her gun and walkie talkie she tired to fight to regain control over her balance but the body had sent her crashing to the floor and skidding across the polished concrete.

Before she knew what was going on, Olivia was looking up at the suspect and hanging on to the side of the building, her legs dangling over the edge, her hands splayed out flat on the ground trying the keep herself from moving. She groaned as she tried to hold on, the wind whipping at her hair, her eyes trained on the man standing in front of her. "Please…help me…" she begged, she couldn't believe she was begging this man to help her but she was because she knew that she was in trouble. But she could only watch as the man backed away from her, his smile shining in the light of the surrounding buildings. Using as much of her might as possible, Olivia tried to pull herself up, tried to kick her legs to try and help the rest of her body to move a little further up the platform she was free hanging off.

She knew she was in trouble and she knew that if someone didn't notice she hadn't radioed in she would be in a world of trouble.

Peter stood by Olivia's SUV, gazing confusedly at the box in his hands, he hadn't been able to figure out what it was but he had been able to find it so not they needed to do was find and have Olivia in the car with him, heading back to the FBI building. Whipping his head around he searched for Olivia, finding the other four agents but not his girl friend. "Hey have you see Agent Dunham?" He watched as the other agents shook their heads before one of them took their walkie-talkie out and radioed for her, getting nothing in reply before trying again. He glanced over to Peter, whose face had paled significantly with the lack of response from Olivia.

He kept glancing around the construction site, hoping that he might have seen her coming around a corner or maybe down the stairs, but he saw nothing, nothing but the shadow of what he could tell was a man. Knowing that the only people that should have been on the site was himself and the agents, Peter stepped closer to the man, hoping he wouldn't notice Peter coming. He didn't until Peter was within reaching distance of him and he took off towards the only entrance of the site, the entrance that had been blocked off by the FBI SUV's. "Stop!" Peter was able to get to the man faster and tackled him to the ground, slamming him into the dirt. "What do you know!" When the man didn't answer, Peter slammed his fist into the mans face and asked again, "Where is she? Tell me where she is!" Peter still received no reply from the man but his eyes did flicker over Peter's shoulder to the side of the building and his mouth curled into a smirk.

Peter followed the man's gaze and gasped when he saw Olivia's legs hanging over the side of the building. It was almost instantaneous the kick in of adrenaline, he sped passed the agents who were watching on the Peter had tackled the man, Peter's voice echoing through the site and stairwells. "Olivia!" He skipped the steps as the came, the sound of agents behind him, realising they had followed when they had noticed Olivia's situation but the sound of his blood pumping through his system was the only thing he could hear. Olivia was holding on for dear life and he hadn't noticed she was gone. The same thought went running through his mind, if he hadn't gone with her she wouldn't be in danger right now.

Peter found himself at the floor in less than a minutes, his head pumping and his mind racing. He looked around quickly hoping to find the blonde hair he loved so much and when he did he bolted to her side, dropping himself onto the floor and sliding across it towards the edge. "Olivia! I got ya!" he reached for her hands, listening to her groan and cry out before a different cry out came from her mouth whens he heard Peter's voice and felt his hands on hers. "Peter…oh Peter…" pulling her from the edge, he pulled them both backwards so she was lying on his stomach and his back was on the ground. He held her close, his heart pumping so hard he knew that she would have been able to feel it. "Livia…are you ok? What happened?" As they stood, he looked down at her, looking over her face, her arms and her hands, taking in the red marks and cuts on them.

"I'm fine now…I'm ok. He just came from nowhere, I didn't see him…thank you…" Her voice was breathless and hoarse from screaming into thin air, no one had heard her over the wind and the height of where she was. Peter pulled her into his arms, both their bodies still shaking from the possibility of Olivia dying. "What happened to him?" Olivia's FBI mind suddenly kicked in and she back in work mode. "He got away, I went straight up to you when I saw you… Are you sure you're alright?" he looked down at her once more, feeling her sigh in his hands, "I'm ok Peter, just my shoulders a little sore. Guess that's what happens when you hold on for dear life…" Olivia smiled slightly and touched Peter's face when she noticed that it dropped a little at her words. "I'm alright Peter, I promise. Come on, let's get back to the FBI, we need to find out what Loeb knows."

Olivia left Peter standing on his own for a few minutes before he could compose himself enough to follow her, she really was ignoring the fact that she had almost died, that she had almost been taken away from him, he just didn't understand how she could be so calm about something like that but in the end he knew that that was the way she was and there was nothing he could do about it. Turning on his heels, Peter grabbed the box they had come after and met her by the SUV, giving her one lasting look before getting in to the car silently.

Slamming the door to the interrogation room open Olivia went straight for Loeb, watching as he jumped suddenly at the sound of the door hitting the wall. "Alright Loeb…" her voice echoed through the room and you probably would forgive someone for thinking that the person she was talking to had just killed someone in her family, she was that angry.

"…I did everything that you asked, I went where you wanted and I almost died, now you going to tell me what I want to know. What the hell is going on?" She was leaning over the table now, her face red with the anger she was feeling. Actually Olivia was beyond angry, there had been someone there, someone that had been working with Loeb, someone who had been watching over the box, making sure that it was either found by the right people or hidden from the wrong and he had almost killed her. Loeb just smirked at Olivia, silently loving how angry she was, he had always wondered what Olivia would be like angry and he was getting it in force.

He could also see the fear and adrenaline running over her face and in her eyes, he was priding himself on being able to break Special Agent Olivia Dunham's strong exterior. But before he was able to revel in his success any longer Olivia had him against the wall, her hands fisting the collar of his shirt once more. "Tell me goddamn it!" His smirk faded as he felt her hands tightening around his clothes. "The drug that we tested you for should allow you to be able to focus your energy into turning on the lights…you have opened the box haven't you?" Olivia slowly let him go, taking a step back from him. Peter had opened the box but hadn't told her what was in there, she was starting to believe he honestly didn't know what to make of the box. Loeb walked around and sat back at the table, placing his hands gently on the table once more, "Take the box to Dr. Bishop, he can help you…" and with that silence filled the room.

Taking a few deep breaths Olivia walked back out of the room and closed the door, finding Broyles and Peter in the next room, both staring at Loeb. "He wants us to go to Walter…then we go to Walter…" Olivia reached for the box that had been placed on the desk, nodding to Broyles before inclining her head towards Peter, telling him silently to follow her. "Keep me posted Agents." Broyles didn't stop watching Loeb, needing to see any small change in the man's posture but all he did was sit there and smile.

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