This has taken me SO long to get up and I am so sorry! I have had assignments coming out of my ass (lol) and I've had a bit going on. Thanks to everyone who kept asking me for this, without you it probably would have taken longer! SECOND LAST CHAPTER! please review! :D This is in honour of a new season, playing my first game of inline hockey (and winning!) and my assignments being handed in! also for Charlie and Alex, you guys know why! :D Reference: "…stop playing games with me…" (There is More than One of Everything), "…heavens and earths…""…Alternate universe…" (The Arrival Deleted Scene), Wissenschaft Prison (In Which We Meet Mr Jones)

Chapter 39 – The Dance We Do

Standing with his chest against her back, Peter ran his hands over Olivia's fluffy shoulders, taking in the feeling of her soft bathrobe as she stood waiting for the shower to heat up. She had tried to shrug him off of her, knowing what would happen if she didn't get into the shower and ready for her day trying to get more information out of Loeb. "Peter, stop, come on, I'm already late…" She slapped his hand away gently, hoping he would get the point but instead it just slipped down her side, his left hand slipping through the opening of the front bathrobe, letting his hand run softly over the skin he found there, feeling her body reacting to his touch.

"But you're not working today…you can be late, Leob isn't going to go anywhere…" He allowed his lips to travel to her neck, loving the way she fidgeted when his lips touched her. "Peter…" her voice was just above a whisper, not even bothering to hide the shake in her voice as he turned her around, facing him and being held close to his body. "But I don't wanna…" his lips touched her gently before his hand slipped into her hair, pulling her head to his and slamming his lips down to hers, letting his tongue push fiercely into her mouth.

Olivia moaned into Peter's mouth, her hands reaching for him, wanting to bring him as close to her as possible, she couldn't get enough of him. She vaguely felt him lean over her gently, no doubt reaching for the shower tap behind her, turning them off swiftly, not wanting to waste water, knowing what he planned for Olivia was going to be a little longer than her shower would generally take. Turning Olivia around gently, he allowed his hands to drop down to her legs, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his hips, their lips never leaving each other's.

Placing her on the cold porcelain of the basin, Peter let his hands run over her legs, slowly sliding up her bare thigh, underneath the fluffy robe she wore. Feeling her moan into his mouth as his hand travelled further up her bare leg, Peter felt his loose boxers becoming almost painfully tight against his hardening erection. His hand rested on her bare hip, his lips devouring hers moments before Peter felt her left hand tangle in his hair, bringing him closer to her forcefully, while her right hand tugged his boxers down slightly, her toes hooking into the side of them, bragging them down his legs as far as they could go while sitting on the basin. Peter pulled back from the kiss, raising his eyebrow and smirking at her, "Impressive, never knew you could do that with your feet…"

Waiting for her reply, Peter watched as Olivia bit the side of her lip, batting her eyelashes while waiting a while, before letting her hand slip from his hair, down his chest, over his stomach and then grasp his tightly, gaining a gasp from Peter's lips as she held him in her hand, feeling the soft skin she found there before smiling, "Now that is impressive…" Pulling him towards her, she wrapped her legs around his waist once more and pulled his hips closer to hers, wanting to feel him. "God you're beautiful…" Peter whispered on her lips before pushing into her, a gasp and moan escaping her lips as he did. Moving slowly, Peter just wanted to know that she was close to him, wanting him the same way that he wanted her. "More…" She whispered into his ear, her voice breaking the silence in his mind as he thought only of her and being inside of her.

Holding her close, Peter movements increased, sliding in and out of her with ease and want, wanting even more of her, "Livia…" he touched her cheek gently as he moved in and out of her, a smile finding its way onto his lips when he noticed that her eyes were closed, her breath coming out in puffs. "Peter…" her back arched and she straightened, locking her legs around his waist, feeling his movements starting to become erratic.

Knock, Knock!

The noise was just in the back ground, neither of them even paying attention to it, too caught up in themselves and each other to care what was happening around them

Knock, Knock, Knock!

This time, Walter's voice followed the next few knocks on the bathroom door, Olivia silently thanking a higher power that she had locked that door before Peter even stepped into the bathroom after her, knowing that Walter would never have gone to the en suit door room in Peter's bedroom although she knew he would not even entered the bathroom while she was there it was just nice to know. She tried to hold in the groan that was fighting to get free, not wanting to give anything away to Walter.

"Agent Dunham? I heard the shower go off and wanted to let u know that Agent Broyles rang your phone looking for you. I told him you were almost leaving the house. I hope you don't mind..." Olivia could tell he was being polite but couldn't tell if he knew Peter was in the bathroom with her, currently standing between her legs on the verge of falling over the edge with her. To be mean, Peter decided to start to nibble at her shoulder, his teeth scrapping sensually against her skin, sending her mind blank and setting the lower half of her body on fire.

"That's ok Walter, thank you..." her breath was short and quick, if he didn't know what was happening before he was sure to know now. She heard him shuffle away from the door, his footfalls on the stairs. "Very smooth..." Peter's voice found her ears, his voice harsh with want. All she did was pull him in closer to her, her body involuntarily tightening around him, his movements erratic to the point of insane, pushing her over the edge and her cries muffled by his bare chest. Feeling her come against him, it only took a moment for Peter to fall over the edge as well, holding her close as he came inside of her, not wanting to let her go.

They stayed together for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes, silently agreeing with each other that no matter what happens, it will always be the two of them, he was never going to lose her again. Slipping out of her slowly, Peter placed a kiss on her forehead, letting her legs drop to the ground before pulling her into a hug, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I love you…" Those words from Olivia's mouth were enough to make his heart explode every time she said them. Leaning down and touching his lips on hers the words were soft, "I love you too…" Putting more pressure behind the kiss, Peter just let the kiss stand, soft and loving.

Ring! Ring!

The ringing sound was muffled, both realising that Walter had left the phone outside the bathroom door, in case she needed it. Sighing, Olivia smiled up at Peter before moving to the bathroom door and opening it enough to reach for the phone. Glancing down at the screen she found Broyles name flashing. "Ah…Dunham…" she spoke to him slowly, glancing up at Peter before blushing slightly and looking away. "Yes, sir. I'm leaving in a few moments…Yes Sir…" Hanging up, she smirked at Peter, "Ah, Walter decided to tell Broyles that I was in the shower and he was wondering when I would be there…I have a feeling Walter may have told him a little more than either of us would have liked…" Raising her eyebrow at him, she moved passed, placing a kiss on his cheek before glancing down at his still naked body.

"I have to go or else I will probably be fired. I'll call you after it's over?" Peter nodded, catching her before she left and kissed her deeply, letting her go slowly, watching her ass move as she walked away from him and back into the bathroom.

Stepping into the interrogation room, Olivia found Loeb at the table, his hands clasped together, patiently waiting for her to take a seat across from him. Sitting down slowly, Olivia didn't even bother with her pen or paper because all she wanted was information. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, sizing up Loeb for a few minutes. Time was slow, she didn't know how long she had waited there silently, or if Loeb was even bothering to pay any attention to her, as he kept his eyes on the table. After a few minutes she spoke, her voice soft, not wanting to give away any edge she may have had, "Listen to me Loeb, and you listen carefully…"

Olivia leaned over the table, albeit a little slower than she usually would as her body still ached from waking up after falling unconscious a few days before, also what she had done with Peter before coming to the FBI building didn't help but she would never have not wanted it "…you are going away for a very long time, your plan, to blow up that building that would have killed thousands of people failed. You need to tell me what your bigger plans were because I know you, and this…this explosion is not your master plan. I am done with this back and forward! Stop playing games with me! Tell me what I want to know…" Olivia touched Loeb's hand, trying to appeal to his good nature she knew was in there somewhere but all he did was look up at her, his eyes stone cold. Olivia was becoming angry and tired from the run around he was giving her. She needed to know what they wanted from her and she was going to get the answers one way or the other.

It only took a moment for things to change. The look in Loeb's eyes went from stone cold to fearful in a flash as Olivia's anger grew, her face heating up as the silence stretched between them. Someone watching in from the outside would have thought that Loeb had been electrocuted, he pulled his hand from Olivia's touch with such force that it almost sent him over the back of his chair, Olivia looking back at him confused by what had just happened, the heat in her face diminishing and her anger subsiding slowly. She watched on as a silent Loeb clutched his hand to his chest, his whole body shaking, almost as if protecting itself. That's when she caught a flash of it, the back of his hand was red and blistering, as if he had received a 3rd degree burn from a fire. Looking on Olivia watched he looked up at her, fear mixed with pride flashing through his eyes.

"Your abilities are growing, you should be thanking us…without us you would not have been able to do what you just did and you would not have been able to stop that bomb, we had no want for it to actually explode, we needed to know that you could turn it off…and you did." Loeb leaned forward once more, placing his burning and shaking hand on the table for Olivia to see, although she wanted to look anywhere but at his hand, finding that she couldn't do so. "I didn't do that…" her voice was just above a whisper, barely even audible but Loeb heard her, the Cheshire cat smile on his face told her he had heard everything she had said. "Oh but you did, you were angry and scared, this is what happened…" He held up his hand, the redness and blistering getting worse by the second. Olivia still didn't want to believe it.

He stood slowly, matching his height with hers and looked down at her, "Olivia, don't fight it, you are special, unique, what you can do, no one else can, can't you see that?" Shaking her head Olivia began to huff, trying to keep her anger down as she was starting to see herself losing it and putting a bullet in his head. She was sure Broyles would be less than impressed if she walked out of there and he was dead. Sitting down slowly, Olivia could feel her annoyance and anger seeping away slowly, her self control taking a hold of her once again. "Loeb, tell me what you wanted from me." But all he did was match her position on the chair opposite her and smile, it was like talking to a brick wall.

He continued on with his monologue of her being special and her abilities being one of a kind. What she had done to his hand was just the beginning. As many times as she denied it was her own doing and as many times as Loeb continued to tell her that she did and it was because of them that she did, her anger started to rise again, always wanting to change the subject back to what they wanted from her not what she was capable of doing. "Damn it, I said enough Loeb! Tell me now, what is it that you really wanted from me!" His face fell as she rose from her seat suddenly, neither of them noticing that interrogation room door opening up and Peter standing in the doorway, watching the scene in front of him.

Fear had found itself back into Loeb's eyes, his face breaking out into a sweat as his breathing hitched and his face turned red. "Livia…are you doing that?" Peter's voice echoed through the room but it was ignored as Loeb rose from his seat suddenly, his body moving back against the wall, his face scrunching in pain as Olivia took a step around the table and focussed directly on him. "Livia…" Peter tried again, this time feeling Broyles behind him but blocking the Agents way, knowing that having Broyles in the room would probably just escalate the issues. "Loeb…I said tell me what you wanted from me…now!" and then it stopped, Loeb's face paled slightly, his clenched hands loosened and his whole body relaxed. He took a moment to steady himself before he cautiously sat back at the table, motioning for Olivia to take a seat opposite him again.

"You've made your point…" his voice was gruff, bringing his burned hand back to his chest, protecting it and himself effectively. Olivia nodded once, taking the seat that he offered to her, barely noticing that Peter was now leaning against the wall behind her, she didn't even care that he was there, he was supposed to be at the lab, Olivia assumed Broyles would have called him in when he didn't see Peter with her when she walked into the building. Loeb waited for a moment before nodding a couple of time.

"Jones needed your help, he needed you to get him out of prison…" Olivia stopped him quickly, "Jones is in a maximum security prison in Germany, I have no authority to get him out of there." Loeb just shook his head. "No, see I told him the same thing and so he decided to use your special abilities a different way. He had another way out of there, something a little different you could say…anyway he need your help to open a doorway, he was convinced only you could do it. That's what the bomb was, it was a test, he needed to know that your abilities actually work, and needless to say they are growing quiet quickly." He held up his hand, showing the blistering skin that was there.

"What doorway Loeb, what are you talking about?" She was becoming noticeably irritated now although no one was going to stop her from questioning Loeb. "There are more things in heavens and earths that are dreamed of in your philosophy." He sat back looking at her, waiting to see if she had heard the gimme. Watching her eyebrows knit together, Loeb knew the moment she heard it, "Heavens and earths? What are you on about Loeb?" Smiling back at Olivia, he crossed his arms, "Jones wants you to open up a door to an alternate universe, one where he needs to go…" When Olivia woke up that morning, she never thought that she would have heard anything like that come from his mouth.

"Alternate universes? That's just a theory, none of it can be proven. Jones is crazy and just so you know you are even more crazy for believing him. It's not possible, what you're talking about!" Peter had decided it was now time to speak up, clearly Olivia was out of her depth with the talk about quantum physics and he had just about enough talk of needing Olivia for something so crazy. "It's not crazy, you have to believe me." Standing suddenly Olivia looked down at Loeb, it was crazy, everything he was saying, there was no way she was sitting there, listening to it. Loeb might believe it all but she didn't. "Loeb, I have never met Jones, he has never seen me or would even know I have these abilities." Nodding to Peter she moved towards the door, ignoring Loeb's calls for her.

"Olivia he is crazy, even Walter wouldn't believe any of that!" Peter waited with Olivia outside the second door, waiting for Broyles to come out of the viewing room. "He may be crazy but Jones has made him believe every word of whatever was said to him." Broyles voice caught their attention and they looked up at him puzzled. "We just got word from Wissenschaft Prison in Germany, they found Jones trying to escape." He saw the look of terror cross Olivia face before he continued, "They used all force nessacery, he's dead…" Olivia and Peter's shoulders dropping simultaneously, thrilled to hear that they didn't have to worry about him at all. "But this was sent through to me…" He handed Olivia his phone, showing her drawn pictures of herself, many of them, pages and pages, "…We have no idea how he knows you or how he knows what you look like but it doesn't matter anymore. It's done and over with, go home both of you. Just know I will be monitoring how the investigation goes. Now leave…" he moved away from the two, shaking his head at what had just happened in there. "Hey…" Peter reached for Olivia's hand, knowing that a million things would be running through her mind then and there, "…it's over…come on, let's go. We have the rest of the day…" he put his arm around Olivia shoulder's and brought her into his side, placing a kiss on her forehead as they walked towards the entrance of the FBI building together. Please…please review! Only one more chapter to go! :D