I've had this in my head for some time. It's nice to get it down here. I hope you like it.
Bolivia, of course. Unbetaed. All mistakes are mine. I own nothing to do with Fringe. I just play with the characters.
Peter and Olivia go out on a necessary retrieval mission on a cold, January night.
"You know what they say, right? Everything west of Route 128 is farmland," Peter Bishop said giving Olivia Dunham a sideways glance, his eyes sparkling.
Olivia looked over at Peter in her passenger seat, smirking. "Yeah, but we both know that's not true, don't we."
"Yes," he said laughing. Peter loved when she looked at him like that, like she found his thoughts exasperating. He loved messing with her. "So how much further?"
"The turn-off's right down this road according to the GPS.
Peter shook his head, and took another sip of his coffee. He hoped this was a very quick search and find. Looking at his watch, Peter was surprised to find it was already 11:04PM. It was quite cold even in the FBI-issued SUV. Peter thought about his nice new warm bed in he and his father's house in Cambridge. And not for the first time tonight, he found himself wondering if he'd ever get to share that bed with Olivia any time soon. He shot her a quick look, glad she couldn't read his thoughts at the moment. He sighed heavily and brought the coffee to his lips.
Peter's heavy sigh drew Olivia's attention, and she looked over at the man sitting next to her. She thought she saw fatigue mixed in with his boyish good looks, but it was hard to tell in the faint light.
Olivia wondered if he had had any nightmares like the ones he told her about months ago. It wouldn't have surprised her a bit with all that they saw on a regular basis. She certainly had had her share over the years and she felt badly that Peter would have to go through that. After all, he had his hands full just dealing with Walter all the time.
Suddenly the low-lying green sign appeared to the right, welcoming them to Upton State Forest.
Olivia navigated the SUV onto the narrow, paved road.
"Any idea how far in we have to go?" Peter asked her, noting how much darker it was on the park's access road.
"Logistics said they weren't sure how far in those coordinates were but they guessed two to three miles."
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"Nice night for a walk," Peter commented only half-sarcastically. In truth, walking in a quiet state forest with only Olivia Dunham by his side was certainly no bad thing. If he could have he would have changed it to an 11:09 PM walk in the summer instead of in the middle of January. With some wine and a blanket the thought was actually quite appealing.
"Peter?" A feminine voice roused him from his thoughts.
Peter turned his head to see Olivia staring at him, smiling. If he wasn't mistaken there was mischief in her eyes.
"What were you thinking about just now? It must have been pretty good. You didn't answer me." The high-efficiency spotlight she was carrying showed her eyes narrowed at him.
He was quick as ever with a response, and turned to look at her. "I was thinking how much I want to go to bed." Whew! Good. Mostly correct. She needn't know the rest, he thought to himself, heaving the heavy black evidence collection bag higher. Peter found it hard to get a good grip on the awkward thing while wearing a Gore-Tex glove.
Olivia looked at him skeptically. He had been acting a little weird on the ride out. Preoccupied, she said to herself.
"Well, hopefully this will be a quick retrieval and then I can get you back to Walter and your bed."
Olivia fished the hand-drawn, plastic-laminated map out of her pocket and checked the coordinates. "I think we only have another mile or so to go. Have any new Walter food stories to pass the time?"
Peter gave her a healthy laugh. "Well, now that you mention it..." And they kept walking into the dark, crunching leaves and twigs as they went.