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Reference: "…driven…" (Welcome to Westfield), "…doesn't like to lose…" (Welcome to Westfield), "...another way…" (Entrada), "…what other choice do I have?..." (Neither Here Nor There)

Chapter 34 – Coming Undone at The Seams

Loeb sat back and watched in amusement and disbelief as the lights flickered off one by one, slowly but surely, seemingly confirming his and his bosses belief that Olivia had abilities that she could manipulate to her will. Olivia didn't let her concentration falter from the light box, her shoulders hunched over and her eyes never leaving the lights in front of her, her breath coming out in small puff as the last light flickered off ever so slowly.

There were a few moments between the last light flicking off and then anyone speaking. All that could have been heard in the room was the squeaking of Olivia's chair as she turned back to face Loeb, not even daring a glance in Peter's direction. "Now I'm not going to play anymore games with you Loeb, I'm not going to go on anymore hunts or try and pass anymore tests, you are going to tell me what I want to know or I am going to beat it out of you, do you understand me?" Olivia was passed playing now, she had had enough of his games and she just wanted to know everything that he did. "Olivia…I was always going to tell you what you want to know, you just had to prove yourself first." He pursed his lips slightly before smiling and adjusting himself on the chair and nodding.

"Ok, I would suggest that you get to 627 Washington Street." Raising an eyebrow at Olivia he just waited to see her reaction. When she gave none, another voice spoke, "And what's at the address?" Peter had now moved away from the wall and too Olivia's side, who had just risen from her seat and made her way to the door, not even bothering to ask anymore questions. "Does it matter? If you don't get there by..." He turned around to glance at the time before turning back to Peter, "...3 hours from now...Boston is going to wake up to a whole new world..." He sat back and smiled at the pale, drawn faces of both Olivia and Peter before they both exited the room, slamming the door as they went.

"How did you do that?" Broyles had met them half way out of the door, his curiosity peaked when the lights actually started to turn off on their own but the sweeping glance between Peter and Olivia was something else entirely. "The 190IQ does come in handy some days..." Peter opened his hand to reveal a small remote, not much bigger than a bottle top. "Really?" Broyles raised his eyebrow at Peter who just shrugged, "got the information out of him didn't it?" although he could tell Broyles was sceptical, there wasn't much they could do now.

"Get me a team, I'm heading to that address, as long as we are there before..." she glanced at her watch, adding 3 hours to the time and getting, "...3am we should be able to stop whatever he has planned." Olivia turned to Charlie, who had just made his way over to their side, knowing that his help would be needed shortly, "How many do you want Liv?" But it was Peter who stopped the conversation, "Hang on…don't you think we should think about this? Shouldn't we have a plan? Work out what is actually around that area?" He stopped Olivia in her tracks with his question and she just glanced up at him before turning away silently and speaking to Charlie. Peter was shocked, she was going to get herself killed without a plan. Grabbing onto Charlie's arm, Peter pulled him away from Olivia and motioned towards Broyles office.

The door slammed as Peter and Charlie entered Broyles empty office, Peter's anger peaked, "Charlie! You can't seriously be considering letting her do this? She is going to get herself killed and you are just going to sit back and let her walk right into this?" Peter was fuming, standing in the middle of Broyles top level, floor-to ground windowed office. If either of them were paying attention to what was happening around them, they would have noticed that every agent downstairs had looked up and watched the two men yell at each other, the words muffled by the distance but still understandable. "Peter, I'm not just standing back! You know what she is like, you know how stubborn she can be! How driven she is. Peter listen to me if she is going to go head first into this then the best place for me, and you, to be, is standing next to her, making sure that she doesn't get killed."

Both men were standing just feet apart, faces red with anger and fear that they were going to lose the girl they both loved tonight. Peter crossed his arms over his chest and dropped his gaze from Charlie, breaking the silent contact they had. "I can't stand by and watch her get hurt or killed. Charlie, I have watched her get hurt so many times over the years that I just can't do it again…" he took a step back from Charlie, not really trusting his anger at that moment. The silence stretched between them both until Charlie spoke, "Peter, man…you know she doesn't like to lose…" He took a step forward towards Peter, reaching out his hand to touch his arm.

"Peter, Olivia and I have known each other for a long time, the last thing I want to do it sit back and watch her get hurt, come with me, stand by her side with me and help me keep her safe…" Peter finally looked back up towards Charlie, his stance not changing an inch though. "Have you spoken to her about all of this? That you think there is another way around this?" Charlie waited for a moment, watching as Peter's face stayed the same downcast way it had been since the start of this argument. He shook his head a couple of times, not really impressed with himself that he was so angry and he hadn't even spoken to her. "Maybe…you should have a chat to her before you let this anger get any worse…she might be feeling the same way as you…" Charlie all but pushed him towards the office door and down the stairs.

A few agents glanced their way as Peter and Charlie entered the main landing of the floor, the quick looks and looks away telling them that their argument hadn't just stayed in the office, Peter just hoped that Olivia hadn't over heard what they had said, he just had to find her. Knowing exactly where Olivia was and getting to her wasn't going to be a problem, it was talking to her that was going to be difficult. There were many things he had to consider, things like being able to talk to her without anyone walking in or disrupting them, getting her to talk to him and not push him away was another issue and also just getting her to listen to what he had to say was going to be a problem. She was a very stubborn person and when she had decided something not much changed her mind.

Walking into the FBI locker room, Peter closed the door quietly, locking it to make sure she couldn't get away or for someone to come in. He glanced around looking for her but when he didn't see her, he wondered if she was actually there. He took a few steps further into the room and found her standing by her locker, half dressed with her eyes attached to a photo that was on the inside of the door. She was still for a moment, thinking deeply about the 'whatever' it was that was going through her mind. As she turned away from the locker door, Peter was able to take her all in. She stood in her hip hugging jeans, black bra and bare feet. He knew she was changing into something more comfortable. From his angle he could also see the soft speckle of scares on her back from the attack, the ever reminded of the night that almost broke her.

"Is this really a good idea?" His voice was the only thing that entered the room, she hadn't replied at first but the way she dropped her shoulders and the t-shirt she was holding told him that she had heard what he had said. "Olivia there could be anything at that address and your willing to go head first into that anything?" He was standing behind her now, his whole body just wanting to keep her from doing something stupid. "Livia?" He was prompting her, trying to get something, anything from her. With her back to him still and her hands resting In front of her she sighed, "What other choice do I have?"

That was enough to send Peter crazy. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to face him, her eyes wide and mouth open to shape an 'o' not expecting him to be so forceful. "Peter, what do you want me to say? You want me to sit back and let this all just happen? To let people die because you won't let me go? I have a job to do Peter, you know that!" She pushed herself away from him, taking a step back, putting distance between her angry boy friend. She couldn't believe he was being the way he was, he knew what her job entailed. "If you think I am going to sit back and just let this happen, and deal with the clean up, you have another thing coming." She reached for her shirt with a whip of her wrist and pushed passed him, feeling the heat and anger coming off him in waves.

Peter was not letting her get away from the argument that easily, he wouldn't let her just walk away from him. He reached for her, stopping her in her tracks and standing toe to toe with her. His voice was low as he spoke to her, threatening and dangerous "Olivia, don't you think I know what your job entails? Don't you know that I understand what you have to do? But you have to understand that it's not just you, you need to think about anymore, we are in this relationship together, these sort of decisions matter to us both." He had her by the arm, his hand curling almost painfully around her left arm, she tried to pull away from him, almost frightened by the way he was speaking to her. A sudden overwhelming feeling filled Olivia and she pulled her arm away from his grip, her face hardening.

"Do not, for one second, think that what I am doing has anything to do with you or us Peter. How dare you think so highly of yourself when there are people out there that are in danger of being killed for whatever reason. Get your head out of your own ass and open your eyes." Olivia was fuming, all the anger she had been feeling over the passed 24 hours or so had bubbled over the surface and Peter, being the way he was currently, was the best target for her to release that anger. She wanted to leave him standing in the middle of the room, she wanted to push him away, to hurt him but Peter had other ideas, within moments he had her against the closed locker doors, her shirt, still in her hands, fluttered to the ground as he held her hard against the cold metal. Peter's voice was just above a growl, his eyes dark and hard, "This has everything to do with us, if you go and get yourself killed…" he dropped his head lower, closer to hers, feeling her breath coming out in short puffs.

His voice softened, barely above a whisper, "…I don't think I would be able to live…" his lips crashed down over hers as his sentence trailed off, pushing his whole body against hers and further into the unmoving metal lockers. Olivia quickly responded to Peter's movements, his words sinking in and the love behind them hitting her like a freight train. Slipping both her arms around his neck, Olivia groaned as his tongue slipped passed her defences and into her mouth, sending sparks through her whole body. Never had Olivia ever thought that she would be making out with anyone in the FBI building like this but at that moment she didn't care. As afraid as he was of her getting killed, she was just as afraid of something happening to him while they were out on sight. Although his hands on her bare sides were driving her crazy, her mind wouldn't stop working over time.

What if she was needed to stop a bomb and she couldn't, would Peter die? Would she be responsible for losing the love of her life? Would he forgive her if he were injured? She really didn't want to think about all the 'what ifs' and so when Peter's left leg pushed it's way between hers, she allowed herself to be overtaken by the groan she felt as his thigh rubbed against her core. Feeling the groan reverberate through her body, Peter pushed against her core harder, his hips keeping her in place as his lips lefts hers and trailed down her neck, over her bare shoulder and over her bra covered chest, her breath hitching as his lips moved further over her heated skin. Slipping one of her hands into his hair, Olivia groaned out his name, long and deep, his thigh grinding harder into her core.

He wanted her, there was no doubt about it, he would take her right then and there and the way they were going and the feeling of his jeans so constricted around his arousal. Olivia's hand began to tug at his shirt, reaching for the hemline and pulling up slightly, wanting it gone from his body, needing to feel skin on skin. It was gone within a blink of an eye, Peter pulled away from her just long enough to allow the shirt to come over his head, his lips latching back onto hers like a magnet, not able to get enough of her taste. Once the shirt was gone, Peter's chest came flush against Olivia's but he needed more, slipping his hand around her back, Peter flicked her bra clasp, letting it fall from her body and land on the ground at their feet, their lips never leaving each others.

"Peter…" her voice was above a whisper as Olivia whimpered out his name, feeling the heat of his chest against her now bare one and his hand slipping closer and closer to her jeans, his thigh still rubbing against her wantonly. She reached for his jeans, finding the button and the zip within a moment and then they were gone, his jeans loosening enough for her to push them down slightly but she stopped unwittingly when his hand pushed her jeans and panties down her legs to touch the ground and his finger slipping straight inside of her, her body arching off the locker, only to be pushed back by Peter's body, his hips slamming into hers. Letting her head fall to his shoulder, Olivia moaned and gasped out his name, begging him for more, needed to feel him inside of her. Pulling back to look at her, Peter took in her heavy lidded eyes and the lazy smile that appeared when she wasn't gasping for air, adding another finger to the one already moving like crazy. Her simple 'please' was the last straw before he pulled his hand from her, his boxers being moved away, releasing himself to the air.

Lifting Olivia's right leg, Peter wrapped it around his left thigh, which was shifted then to lock around his hips, allowing him the access he needed before he pushed inside of her, his whole body leaning into her as he felt her waiting for him, warm and wet, needing him as much as he needed her. With his head on her shoulder, Peter moved his hips, holding her so close that they could have been mistaken for one person. He wasn't going to last very long, his arousal increased by his anger and hers as well, it turned him on to see her the way she had been. The steady thrusts brought all sort of amazing sounds from Olivia's mouth, from the gasps to the groans, her nails bit into his back, her leg tightening around his to steady herself, her insides clenching around him tightly.

All the anger they had towards each other had disappeared as they moved together, thrusting deeper and harder, Peter making sure that if anything happened they would have been together at least one more time and Olivia betraying herself and letting a small tear fall from her tightly closed her, cascading down her cheek and landing on Peter's shoulder, she really was terrified of losing him. Overwhelmed by passion and need, Olivia pulled his head up a little and placed her lips near his ear and spoke, her words gasping out as he continued to push inside of her, thrusting harder, "I can't lose you either…"

With those words, Peter came undone, whatever self-control he had left slipped away and as he rocked his body into hers the locker behind them rocked as well. She had long felt the blistering sensation building within the pit of her stomach, his movements pulling her closer and closer to the edge. His mouth opened his teeth sunk into her shoulder, pulling a arousing moan from her lips as Olivia came crashing down around him, her leg tightening painfully around his waist as her insides clenched around him, pulling Peter over the edge with her, his hips jerking erratically until they slowed, resting inside of her for moments at a time. They stayed joined together for what seemed like forever, their bodies still shaking from the passion and heat that had passed between them.

Holding her against the wall was the hardest thing Peter ever had to do, because he knew that if he let her go now, there was a chance that he'd never be able to hold her like that again. He could feel he coming down from her high slowly, her body still shaking slightly. Whispering the only words he could in the situation he was in, "I love you..." the sharp intake of breath on her part told him she had heard him and it gave him a little more courage to continue, "Please...sweetheart...come back to the lab with me and work out a plan...for me...please..." There was no reply but the feeling of Olivia nodded her head against his shoulder, her forehead long since fallen to his shoulder.

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