So, got the idea from this a while ago, and used Bad Dreams as the perfect time line, thingy.

I got the inspiration from the song As Lovers Go by Dashboard Confessional. I think it outlines perfectly Peter's frusteration with Olivia sometimes.

Yes, this will be a chaptered fic. I can't make promises on how regularly I'll update it, but I can promise that I will.

One in the morning. That's all his mind could grasp for some strange reason as he stumbled to the door. It's one in the fucking morning, and someone is knocking on the door. If it's another case, I swear I will use Olivia's own handcuffs on her. He blinked, shook his head, and proceeded to the door. Sure enough, as he peered out the peek-hole, Olivia was standing there. But something was wrong. She was staring down, her hands clasping and unclasping.

Quickly, he swung the door open. He stayed casual about it, propping his arm up on the door and leaning into it. "Liv?"

He didn't miss the way her eyes flickered down to his bare chest before snapping up to his eyes. "I... I think... Maybe..." He loved it when she stumbled over herself like that, unsure of what to say. So, he sighed and patiently waited for her to make it work. "I'm afraid that... if I fall asleep again... I don't want to have another nightmare."

For a moment, he stood frozen. Like a movie, he saw what should happen play in his mind. He tries to comfort her, they kiss, they kiss some more. They'll have a secret affair under the FBI's nose. They'll fall in love. And for a moment, he didn't want that. Not even with her. Not that he didn't want it. He was scared of it. Terrified, even. Frozen still scared. In his mind he could picture his father, from a time before he was crazy and a time where Peter's worries were on who to ask to his first dance, hit him on the back of the head and tell him to man up.

Taking a step back, he swallowed in an attempt to get words to spill out his mouth. Anything at the moment would be fantastic. "I'm... I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice low. Wow, that sounded more like a question than a heartfelt apology to a friend. Way to go, Petey-boy. He reached up and ran his hand through his hair. "Come on," he whispered, holding the door open.

She watched him for a moment, her eyes unreadable. He thought she might deny his offer, but she came in anyway. Closing the door behind her, he took a second to collect his thoughts. Olivia's here... in my hotel room in the middle of the night. Got that much. She came here because she can't sleep. That's good, right? Yeah, I was the first person she thought of. She trusts me to comfort her. Turning around, with a more hopeful and relaxed attitude, he gave her his best lopsided smile. Her eyes softened and she gave him a small smile of her own. Very good.

He led the way to the couch, grabbing a t-shirt up from the coffee table. He pulled it over his head as he waited for her to sit down. "Do... do you want anything to drink? I think we have coffee... lots, and lots of coffee. Of course, we have more hot chocolate, thanks to Walter." Oh yeah, smooth operator.

"No, I'm fine," she assured him, clasping her hands in her lap.

"Okay." He moved next to her and sat down, his arm reflexively going to the back of the couch behind her. He loved that she didn't shift away like he expected her to do. "Liv... you can't not sleep." Charming, very. "I mean, they have Nick in a comma. He can't make you dream anymore. You're okay."

"I know, I know. I know all that. I just can't help but feel scared." She looked at him so seriously, he could've started giggling like a little kid nervous.

Instead, thank Heaven, he let his head tilt to the side. He looked at her like nothing else mattered. And he hoped that mattered. "Liv," he breathed, a small smile growing on his lips, making his eyes crinkle. "Listen to me. There is absolutely no reason to be afraid." As soon as the worlds left his lips he knew it was a lie. He probably should've left it at that, but for some reason lieing to her right now nearly killed him. "What I mean is, because there probably is a reason to be afraid, but what I'm trying say is..." He sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head. "I'm here."

It was a completely overused and cliche thing to say. I'm here. Of course he was there! It was then that he noticed they were sitting in the completely dark, the moonlight outlining her features perfectly. God, he could never get over how beautiful she was. It was like everyday he noticed something different. Today, when she looked at him with those wide, scared eyes, it was the way the light reflected off the light brown specks in them. He was nearly hypnotized, wanting to lean closer, just so he could commit them to memory.

She looked at him for a moment before turning her face away, looking down at the couch space between them. He rolled his eyes at himself and let out a breath. "Liv-"

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I know how much you treasure your sleep, what with having to deal with Walter, and my cases." She looked up at him, a smile growing on her face. "It's bad enough I wake you up in the middle of the night to sort out my problems."

He let his smile fall. "Oh, come on, Liv. Don't pull that one on me." He shook his head, letting his hand on the back of the couch slide down to rest on the back of her shoulders. "Don't even try to feel sorry for yourself, or me for that matter. Suck it up, and let me help you."

She seemed caught of guard for a moment. But then her face relaxed and she shook her head, biting her lip playfully. Unfortunately, that caused his eyes to glance down at her lips. His hand twitched, grasping her shoulder and pulling her closer to him. "Peter-"

"Hey!" He used his other hand to gently stroke her jaw line to turn her head to face her. "I'm going to give my friend a hug, okay?" She gave what he could only assume was a laugh. Pulling her to him, he wrapped his arms around her. Oh geez, even her hair smelt delicious. He could only imagine what her lips tasted like. But that was territory he was not going to venture into. Not tonight, at least. He felt her stiffen, like she always did. But she always relaxed, and soon her arms wrapped themselves around him too.

It was a nice moment, but those kind of moments end quickly. She was pulling away from him, and he had no choice but to let her. He knew if he argued, or if he held onto her longer, he'd only make things worse. With any other case, he didn't care about making things worse. In fact, making things worse came naturally with him, and he stopped fighting it. But lately, ever since he came here, he's been watching where he stepped. Thinking his words over twice before he says something.

He watched her tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and he felt his throat close. It was a desperate need for her to be right there. To be able to tuck that strand of hair behind her ear for her without her flinching away. To have her all there, everywhere. Have her so close she was all he could see. But, instead, he swallowed the lump in his throat and let out a dry cough.

Unfortunately, she thought he was emphasizing on how awkward the silence had become. "I-... I should go," she said, standing up.

"Wait!" He jumped up, but saw her take a step away from him. "I mean... are you okay? Will you be able to sleep tonight? Because if you're scared... I mean, I know this isn't very professional," he scowled at the word, "but I could always sleep on the couch. Walter's in the bath tub, don't ask, and you could stay here... tonight." He hated how hopeful he sounded on the last note.

"Like you said... not very professional." He nodded slowly, dropping his head to look at the floor. Of course. But his eyes snapped up when she touched his arm briefly. "But thank you, Peter. That's sweet."

"Well, I am known around town to be just the little sweetheart," his attempt at a joke fell flat, but she smiled nonetheless. Something he lov-... liked about Olivia. She always got his jokes, and smiled even when no one else did.

Moving through the moon beams seeping through the blinds, she made her way to the door. He wished he could do anything to make her stay, but he knew any further attempt would just appear desperate. Or a little too eager for her comfort. So, he sighed for the tenth time that night or morning, and followed her to the door. She opened it, flinching at the loud creak the door made, and he felt his throat close up again. Please reconsider my offer... he begged her inside his mind. He hated how afraid, how jumpy, she was. It wasn't Liv.

Apart of him for selfish reasons only wanted her to stay the night besides the fact that she was terrified. He wanted to lay awake from his angle on the couch, watching her sleep. He wanted to be the one thing that could make her fall into a calm, deep sleep. He wanted to selfishly be able to say he was the one. The one who made her feel safe. Of all the things, he just wanted her to stay so he could see what it was like to wake up and know she was right there.

Grabbing the door from her, his hand brushing hers not so accidentally, he leaned into it. "Peter... I'll see you tomorrow? And if I get busy at work and can't make it to the lab, I'll call you." Oh God. She was just so cute. He was suddenly transferred back to middle school, getting butterflies. Well, he could always make himself feel better and call them 'manly butterflies'. Wasps? Moths? Did it really matter? Whatever it was called, he had them, and she could give them to him.

"Sure... sweetheart." She blinked at the name, stopping in the doorway. The hallway was dimly lit, allowing him to see her better than he had in the hotel room. She had bags under her eyes, her cheeks pale. Her soft blonde hair looked ruffled, and she was wringing her hands together again.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was leaning in, cupping her cheeks and pulling her face to him. As soon as their lips touched, he lost all self control. Not like he had, anyway, before he kissed her, obviously, or else he wouldn't have kissed her in the first place. He just prayed she didn't disable him with her hot FBI moves he'd seen her use on many men before him. All his dignity would fall with him if she did.

But, to his surprise, he felt her lips moving along with his. She stepped forward, pressing her body to his as she clutched his hair tightly, something that might hurt if it didn't feel so good. His own hands slid down to her waist, holding her as tightly as he could to himself. Oh God, he couldn't even feel his heart anymore, it was beating so fast. Surely that must be harmful?

He could feel her starting to hesitate, and he panicked. Bringing his hands up, he ran them from her jawline to her cheek as he tugged on her lower lip. He pushed his hands over her temple, running his fingers through her hair, not knowing when he ever would again.

And then suddenly, reality and all it's damned flaws, came crashing back down. She pulled away from him, her hand going to her lips as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Was it really that bad? He felt hurt, and slightly offended, by the way she stared at him with wide, confused eyes. Eyes full of regret. His hands were still on her shoulders and he stared at them as he let them fall to his sides. Damn. That's all he could really process. Damn, she's really going to kick my ass now. Damn, I can't believe how strangely incredible that felt. Damn, I hate the way she's looking at me. Damn... just damn.

They stood there for a moment, the tension thick as ice. And, as if the ice suddenly shattered, she turned around and bolted without giving him a second look.

"Olivia!" He stepped out of the doorway. "Olivia! Liv, damn it, stop!" But she kept running. She ran straight past the elevator, and he could have killed her right then. If she's running away, the least she could do was not murder herself by taking the stairs. They were the eighth floor for godsake! She was already exhausted.

The door swung open, hitting the wall so hard it made a loud thud! She dashed through, and he watched her figure disappear step by step. The door slowly swung shut, making a soft click.

"Son of a bitch!"

Lalalala! I don't know. But review and tell me what you think! I'm working out my ideas for the next chapter :)