Notice Peter is always the one to hold Olivia in his arms after she goes in the tank…
Olivia was sitting at home, rereading a book and drinking herbal tea. Her sister and niece were asleep, dreaming of happy thoughts while Olivia sat up awake, thinking about the freaky events that had happened to her. Olivia finished her chapter and took a sip of the tea when her phone rang. Not wanting to wake her sister, she picked it up in a hurry.
“Hello?” She whispered, closing the book.
“Olivia,” Charlie began in his raspy tone, “We have another Fringe case. A young girl was found in a department store building,”
“What’s so odd about that?” Olivia asked, taking another sip of her tea.
“She was invisible,” Charlie replied, and Olivia stood up to slip on her shoes and zip up her coat. She grabbed her keys and walked to the car. She started it and drove as she spoke,
“I’ll grab Peter and Walter and meet you-,”
“At Bloomingdale’s, on 34th,” Charlie hung up and Olivia reached the hotel. She walked in the hotel and took the elevator to Peter’s floor. She knocked on his door.
A few seconds later, Peter opened the door. He was shirtless and half asleep. Olivia looked at Peter’s bare chest and looked up at his face. “Olivia, come in,” Peter mumbled and escorted Olivia inside. Peter plopped down on the couch and fell back asleep. He snored lightly. Walter was sitting upright in bed.
“What’s the newest mystery?” Walter asked cheerfully.
“A young girl found in a department store. She was invisible. We need to find out why,” Olivia described, sitting down in a chair next to the couch.
“How did they find the girl if she was invisible?” Peter grumbled, rolling over.
“I don’t know; they found her somehow. I need you and Walter to come down to the station,” Olivia asked. Peter reluctantly got up and put a shirt on. Walter and he put shoes on and they followed Olivia to her car.
As they drove to the FBI station, Walter rationalized the situation. “The girl may have traces of chameleon DNA in her blood, allowing her to change colors based on her surroundings. It’s very simple, we just have to figure out who gave her the DNA cells,” He explained as Peter snored in the back seat. Olivia smiled, and they arrived.
The group got out of the car and walked into the FBI office. Olivia found Charlie and explained why the girl was invisible. After a few minutes of conversation, Olivia walked back to Peter and Walter.
“Well, the FBI is going to test for the chameleon traces, so they don’t need us for the night. Sorry I had to drag you out here. I’ll drive you to your hotel,” Olivia stated, walking back to the car and starting it. The group drove back to the hotel and Olivia walked them back to their room. Walter walked in the room, and Peter was about to enter it, but Olivia pulled him back outside.
“I’m really sorry I had to drag you out here this late,” she apologized. Peter shook his head.
“That’s okay, I enjoyed being with you,” Peter slyly said, smiling at her. Olivia smiled back and they leaned forward to kiss each other.
Their lips met and Olivia wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck. Peter put his arms around Olivia and brought her close to him. They made out for a couple of seconds, then stopped.
“We shouldn’t,” Olivia whispered in Peter’s ear, kissing his neck.
“Hang on,” Peter whispered, and walked into their hotel room. After talking to Walter, Peter and Walter emerged, Walter carrying a blanket and pillow. He winked at Peter and lay down on the floor, putting the blanket over him. Peter smiled at Olivia and beckoned her into the hotel room. With a little giggle, Olivia walked into the room and shut the door behind her.
The two stripped each other, kissing passionately on the bed. . .
Later the two lay in each other’s arms, Olivia’s head on Peter’s chest. Olivia was asleep, and Peter stroked her hair. From the day Walter had gotten out of St. Claire’s, Peter regretted each day he had to take care of Walter. But for that, he had fallen in love with Olivia. Now entwined on the bed, Peter was glad.
Olivia was sitting at home, rereading a book and drinking herbal tea. Her sister and niece were asleep, dreaming of happy thoughts while Olivia sat up awake, thinking about the freaky events that had happened to her. Olivia finished her chapter and took a sip of the tea when her phone rang. Not wanting to wake her sister, she picked it up in a hurry.
“Hello?” She whispered, closing the book.
“Olivia,” Charlie began in his raspy tone, “We have another Fringe case. A young girl was found in a department store building,”
“What’s so odd about that?” Olivia asked, taking another sip of her tea.
“She was invisible,” Charlie replied, and Olivia stood up to slip on her shoes and zip up her coat. She grabbed her keys and walked to the car. She started it and drove as she spoke,
“I’ll grab Peter and Walter and meet you-,”
“At Bloomingdale’s, on 34th,” Charlie hung up and Olivia reached the hotel. She walked in the hotel and took the elevator to Peter’s floor. She knocked on his door.
A few seconds later, Peter opened the door. He was shirtless and half asleep. Olivia looked at Peter’s bare chest and looked up at his face. “Olivia, come in,” Peter mumbled and escorted Olivia inside. Peter plopped down on the couch and fell back asleep. He snored lightly. Walter was sitting upright in bed.
“What’s the newest mystery?” Walter asked cheerfully.
“A young girl found in a department store. She was invisible. We need to find out why,” Olivia described, sitting down in a chair next to the couch.
“How did they find the girl if she was invisible?” Peter grumbled, rolling over.
“I don’t know; they found her somehow. I need you and Walter to come down to the station,” Olivia asked. Peter reluctantly got up and put a shirt on. Walter and he put shoes on and they followed Olivia to her car.
As they drove to the FBI station, Walter rationalized the situation. “The girl may have traces of chameleon DNA in her blood, allowing her to change colors based on her surroundings. It’s very simple, we just have to figure out who gave her the DNA cells,” He explained as Peter snored in the back seat. Olivia smiled, and they arrived.
The group got out of the car and walked into the FBI office. Olivia found Charlie and explained why the girl was invisible. After a few minutes of conversation, Olivia walked back to Peter and Walter.
“Well, the FBI is going to test for the chameleon traces, so they don’t need us for the night. Sorry I had to drag you out here. I’ll drive you to your hotel,” Olivia stated, walking back to the car and starting it. The group drove back to the hotel and Olivia walked them back to their room. Walter walked in the room, and Peter was about to enter it, but Olivia pulled him back outside.
“I’m really sorry I had to drag you out here this late,” she apologized. Peter shook his head.
“That’s okay, I enjoyed being with you,” Peter slyly said, smiling at her. Olivia smiled back and they leaned forward to kiss each other.
Their lips met and Olivia wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck. Peter put his arms around Olivia and brought her close to him. They made out for a couple of seconds, then stopped.
“We shouldn’t,” Olivia whispered in Peter’s ear, kissing his neck.
“Hang on,” Peter whispered, and walked into their hotel room. After talking to Walter, Peter and Walter emerged, Walter carrying a blanket and pillow. He winked at Peter and lay down on the floor, putting the blanket over him. Peter smiled at Olivia and beckoned her into the hotel room. With a little giggle, Olivia walked into the room and shut the door behind her.
The two stripped each other, kissing passionately on the bed. . .
Later the two lay in each other’s arms, Olivia’s head on Peter’s chest. Olivia was asleep, and Peter stroked her hair. From the day Walter had gotten out of St. Claire’s, Peter regretted each day he had to take care of Walter. But for that, he had fallen in love with Olivia. Now entwined on the bed, Peter was glad.
