|I Need You Now
Author: K-Shandra PM
Sometimes we are never meant to say Goodbye. Chapter three was for all the shippers and benchwarmers. Final Chapter up.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Olivia D. & Peter B. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 12,383 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 07-09-10 - Published: 05-04-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5944859
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Title: I Need You Now
Timeline: Season 2:19 +
Characters: Olivia and Peter, add Astrid as well
Summary: I know lots ot them by now, Olivia looks and finds Peter
Disclaimer: I own them, in my dreams, no seriously I do, I get to analize them, take them apart, it's great fun.
However in real life someone else has the rights and gets all the money, not that I mind. As long as they don't sue me for playing.
Okay so there is an inspiration behind this story, before or after reading this listen to the song "I Need You Now" By Lady Antebellum. I heard it and it was an instant favourite. However knew it would be a while before I would get to this stage in any of my current chapter fics. The song is so these two….
Peter sat looking at the door
It had been two weeks since he'd left the hospital. Two weeks since he'd finally figured it out. He'd been hurt and upset, his anger more centred on himself for wanting to believe that he could belong somewhere. It had been the first time in his life he'd actually had something that resembled a family. People he could care about, and who cared about him, or so he thought. His gauze drooped from the door. He had somehow thought she would have found him by now. Had she even tried? But then he was an expert at disappearing, moving below the radar and hiding.
The best way to remain hidden in situations like these was to remain close. To not do what they would expect of him to do. They would have expected of him to try and leave the country, to head back to Iraq. But he knew that it would only have been a matter of time before they tracked him down. Olivia being tireless when seeking answers. There would be no way he would be able to get out of the country without her eventually knowing about it. He knew they would still be combing the airports and borders, and that Olivia would have roped in Nina's assistance to scan the cameras. So he had made sure he avoided those, having made no immediate plans to exit the country. He had made only one large withdrawal when he'd left the hospital, Funds that were now almost depleted. He was weary of making another, suspecting that Olivia would be watching his account for activity.
He had returned to Boston since his trip to Washington. Having gained no answers to his questions there. He had returned to most unlikely place they would look for him. A place where he knew he could blend in and become invisible. Although with his current look he could probably walk right into Olivia and she would not recognize him.
He had taken his cell phone apart before checking himself into a motel. It was there where his drunken stupor had started. Arguing that if he could not sleep, he could drink himself to a state where he could pass out, thus enabling his body not to mention his mind some rest. He used the pay phone to call for pizza, or to order a bottle whenever his haze just became too real and lifelike again. He now felt like crap, looked like crap and probably smelt a whole lot worse. Looking at the door again a sigh escaping him. Did she even think of him?
Olivia sat in her living room a multitude of files lay open before her, phone logs, credit card statements, passenger lists. But still nothing. It was like he had disappeared off the face of the earth. The only record she had was a cash withdrawal at an ATM after he left the hospital. Since then nothing, she had gone over every passenger on every flight over the last two weeks. Scanning for a name a clue, with no luck. All the passengers were bona fide people. His image had not been captured on any cameras other than him leaving the hospital, withdrawing funds and catching a taxi. The taxi driver had been apprehended, questioned but there was no information to be had. The driver understood the minimum of English. Every police officer in the greater Boston area was out looking for him, but she doubted that he would still be in the area. They had checked every bar, pub and restaurant but nothing had turned up. His phone was off of the network. She therefore knew that he must have removed the battery, having made it almost impossible to trace.
She dropped her head into her hands again, running her hands over her face when her eyes once again landed on a photo. The photo had been taken of them at a crime scene not so long ago. she closed her eyes taking a deep breath as she got up to get herself another drink. At this rate she'd develop a stomach ulcer before this week had even properly started. She sat down again looking at the logs and paperwork.
Walter had asked, no begged of her to find him. He had taken it hard, and at that stage she had not had much compassion for the old soul. Astrid was left to take care of him. Broyles had arraigned a relief for her, but Walter had refused. He only wanted people around him that he felt he could trust. Olivia wanted to find Peter, needed to find him, but not for Walter, for herself. He had always been there for her. She knew that she had been selfish by not telling him, having protected her own interests, and for once thinking of herself before anyone else. She could not afford to loose him as well. She had at first believed she would find him. It could not be that difficult, she had done it before. But with the passing time her confidence had faded, and she had now started to wonder if she would ever find a man that knew how to hide, when he needed to. She glanced over to the photo again, reaching to pick it up "Where are you Bishop?" she asked as she drew it nearer.
Peter got up off the floor, he had not even realized that he'd been sitting on the floor, and made his way to the bathroom. Now was as good a time as any to have a shower he thought. He looked at his wound. It was on the mend, the alcohol he had thrown on it a while back had seemed to work. Having counteracted the pain and infection, which had threatened. He entered the shower at first wincing from the heat, then adjusted the dials, they were tricky. He either had to settle on too hot or too cold. That was the problem with these cheap motels. Once he managed to get the temperature to bearable, he proceeded to wash himself before getting out looking for the towel, which he vaguely remembered last placing it on the dresser, then went to find it. He found it and dried himself before pulling on a T shirt and a pair of boxers. Looking at the whiskey bottle realizing that it was empty. He would have to get another in the morning. Although with his drunken stupor lately, it was becoming increasingly hard for him to tell night from day. He sat on the bed again, his eyes wandering to the door. He wanted for her to be looking for him, wanted even more for her to find him. Then he would know she'd wanted him around, as much as he had wanted to be around her.
Olivia jerked awake, then sat up, she'd fallen asleep on the couch again. Her mobile was ringing. Reaching over to it, she tried to focus her eyes, but they seemingly didn't want to comply.
"Yes?" She answered her phone, expecting it to be Broyles or Astrid, bearing more work and responsibilities.
There was no answer on the other side. Then the line went dead.
Olivia took the phone from her ear and checked the number, her heart pounding as she registered "Peter". She dialled to request a trace, with any luck he would have left the battery in the phone for long enough for it to have registered it on a tower.
Peter dropped the phone. He had been surprised enough that the phone would light up, seeing as the battery having long been removed should have discharged itself. However hard his heart had been pounding, it had almost completely stopped when she had answered the phone. She had sounded like she had just woken, not impressed with him for having woken her. Her "yes" had felt like he was intruding on her private time. He did not want his mind to wander down the way, the fact that she may have company. Or that she may not need to, or wish to, see or hear from him again. He had been shocked by her voice, the way it cut him. Then as luck would have it the phone died.
Olivia jumped up from the couch. Pacing, waiting for them to get back with any results. When her phone rang again.
"Agent Dunham we managed to trace the call."
"The call was from downtown Boston." Olivia was taken aback. Peter was still in Boston? She noted down the address. Then stopped the impulse of phoning Broyals. She would go see him first. He had called her, no one else.
She grabbed the keys to the SUV and headed downtown.
There was no one at the admissions desk, not that it surprised her when she noted the time. Her third call got a reply from an elderly gentleman.
"I'm looking for this man." Olivia demanded bearing the photo of Peter.
The person who Olivia took as the owner looked her up and down. Not one of the usuals he thought. Then looked at the picture, he knew the lad, was the torn up kid that booked in a few days ago. And this lady looked like she could be the likely cause of that, and then some.
"No, don't know him" the guy answered eventually
"Listen I received a phone call from this address by this person, she said as she reached back for her badge, the guy noted her gun " I'm an agent with the FBI" she stated showing the guy her badge " It is very important that we find this man"
The guy looked at her " I said I don't know him"
"Look This guy is one of a team of specialists, now I could have a swat team in here in under ten minutes to raid this building, so are we going to do this the quiet way, because trust me I'm not just going to walk away.
The guy remained quiet for a while, considering the trouble he could get in if his rooms were raided. He looked at her then turned to his book, he knew without looking which room Peter was in
"He's in room 24" he replied, turning as he heard her move off.
Olivia bolted up the flight of stairs. Hoping Peter hadn't decided to run since calling her. For there was no telling what could be going through his head right now. Olivia stopped in front of the door. Not sure whether to barge in or knock first. She tried the doorknob instead. It was locked. She reached for her lock pick set. If the door was still locked he should still be inside.
Peter still sat looking at the door. He had thought he may have heard something, but it could just be someone checking the doors. This was one of those places where rooms were let by the hour if needed. He had spent too many nights already having had to listen to squeaky beds, as guys thump their brains out on low price whores. No wonder he had spent most of his time in a drunken haze, his body needed to be numb. Especially when considering the images of him and Olivia he had conjured up. He looked down at his feet. Not even a cheap whore could ease what he was feeling.
Olivia opened the door, not entirely sure what to expect. The stale air hit her first, like the room had not been aired in a week. There was the smell of alcohol lingering. Her attention however was drawn by the image on the bed. For there sat Peter, head hanging. Looking much like the world had come down round him. She felt a surge of joy fill her, she had found him. Immediately followed by a surge of dread, what now?
Peter looked up again, taken aback. Okay maybe his drunken stupor had not lifted. For his hallucinations were so good that she even appeared lifelike, here in this crummy motel room. He shook his head thinking that the image may disappear but it didn't.
Olivia looked gauging peters response before seeking a path to him. He was so run down that his glimmer was only faint. She knew the happier he was the stronger the glimmer seemed, it was almost like a life force gauge. She walked over to him kneeling in front of him ready to take whatever he would dish out.
"Peter?" she softly queried, touching his arm.
Peter saw her approach and kneel down in front of him. Thinking to himself that it would be highly unlikely for Olivia to look so concerned about him. She had to be a hallucination. She reached out and touched his arm it felt real enough. He heard his name, but could not respond.
Oliva straightened again. Looking about the room, noted his jacket and the cell phone on the bed. Reached for them then gripped him by the arm.
"Come on Peter, time to get out of here." She said, no longer able to take the smell of the room.
Peter complied, thinking it was a dream. He followed her, knowing she would make things better. The image was so Olivia, always taking control of a situation.
Olivia then led him out of the building. The old man watched the proceedings from his desk, nodding as she passed with Peter. She loaded him into the SUV.
Olivia headed home, her home. Having decided that Peter could stay with her for as long as he needed to.
She dialled Astrid
"Hello." Astrid answered in a sleepy voice.
"Astrid it is Olivia." Olivia replied, taking a quick look at Peter noting no reaction.
"What, Is it another case?" Astrid questioned, her reluctance apparent.
"No Is Walter awake?" Olivia asked.
"No, he passed out some time ago having self medicated himself to past his eye balls again."
"Okay, I need you to get Peters' clothes together then meet me at the door in about an hour"
"Why would I do that? "
"Because I'm asking you to."
"Olivia What Are You up to?"
"Let's just say I've got a hunch, so get his clothes together, and I'll pick them up later."
Olivia cut the phone noting Peters' pallor,
"Oh God! Please don't have alcohol poisoning." She whispered quietly. Knowing there was no way she would be able to hold onto him now, if they needed to admit him to hospital.
She stopped home. Helping him inside as he seemed dead on his feet. His glimmer hardly visible. When considering her level of concern, she would have thought that it would increase it. She helped him up the stairs, and allowed him to lie down on her bed, realizing the spare room still needed a change of sheets. She would see to it in the morning. She watched him settle between the sheets. There appeared to be no fight left in him. She was surprised at his compliancy regarding the whole matter. She gave herself a mental shake, reminding herself that he was probably drunk out of his skull. She would consequently have to wait and see what the morning brings.
Once she was sure he was settled, she picked up her keys and headed out to the Bishop home.
Astrid was waiting for her. Olivia had taken longer than she had originally anticipated. Astrid opened the door finger poised over her mouth.
"Shh, Walter is restless" she whispered, as Olivia remained on the porch.
"Have you managed to pack his stuff?"
"Yes most of it, I can't help but think this is a bad idea. If Walter goes into his room to find his things missing, he's sure to loose it completely." Astrid replied, handing Olivia a bag. Olivia took it and turned towards the vehicle, Astrid followed with another bag.
"Olivia what hunch do you have" she Questioned as Olivia put the first bag in the back of the vehicle
"I Found Peter" Olivia answered, turning back towards her.
"What! Where?" Astrid Exclaimed
"Shh, what you want the whole world to know." Olivia said taking the other bag.
"But why the clothes and all? Are you taking them to him?" Astrid asked as Olivia laced the other bag next to the first.
"Yes" Olivia answered, turning back to her.
"So he's not coming back?" Astrid mumbled more to herself.
"He never left. He's been in Boston all along, I think. He nevertheless needs a change of clothes"
"Aren't you scarred he will up and leave once he has them?"
"Would any of us be able to stop him if he wanted to?" Olivia returned a question, closing the door.
"No I guess not"
"Handing him his clothes may to some extend give it a sense of normality, something that actually belongs to him" Olivia reasoned.
"When are you seeing him"?
"I have already"
"What and you told no one"
"And I intend informing no one other than you regarding this matter until it is sorted and I know what he feels he should do"
"Even if you don't like it"
"I have to respect his decisions, he's always respected mine"
"What do I tell Walter?"
"Tell him we took the clothes into custody, I don't know think of something. But don't tell him where they are, or what I'm doing.
Okay" Olivia pushed, stepping forward to open the drivers door.
"And Astrid don't phone me, tell Broyles not to call me either. Tell him I'm, oh God I didn't think about that…. Tell him I need a few days to myself and won't be answering my phone." Olivia said getting into the vehicle.
She waited for Astrid to return to the house, before pulling out and heading home.
Once home she dropped Peters' bags on the bed in her spare room. Then went to check on him. Her mind eased when she noted he was still there, seemingly fast asleep or passed out. Which she was not sure, she however took heart in the fact that he was now there. She proceeded to clear up the lounge and pack away the papers before deciding to turn in herself. The adrenaline of having found him now having worn down, leaving her once again bone tiered. She carefully slipped between the sheets, dressed her in her collage shirt and longs. Careful not to bump him, then settled listening to his breathing. Her mind for the first time in months having some semblance of peace, as she finally drifted off to sleep. No matter what the morning would bring, he had allowed for her to find him.
Nina was called in. Her arrival at Massive Dynamic was marked only with a folder being handed to her. She opened it and reached for the phone.
"Philip I have something I think you should see."
Would this be another multiple chapter? (I don't know) To smut, or not to smut, that is the question. Thank you for reading