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This was co-authored with the amazing Oranfly. Every odd numbered chapter is hers while every even numbered is mine.
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Olivia woke to the steady sound of beeping. At first she was convinced it was her alarm, but upon further listening knew the sound to be that of a standard heart monitor used in hospitals. Panic began to swiftly envelope her as she batted her eyes open and looked around the room she was now in. It was dark mostly, with a dim light coming from the curtain that covered the entry to her room. The beeping raced faster as Olivia tried to sit up but couldn't because of the pain radiating through her entire torso. Shadows played across the curtain making Olivia panic, but just before she could wrestle her way out of the bed and remove the IVs her boss walked in with a serious but relieved face.
"Congratulations Agent Dunham, you're dead." His voice deadpanned.
**One Week Earlier**
"We can't take you anywhere!"
Olivia sighed dramatically as Peter ranted on for the fourth day running. So a few people had tried to kill her in both direct and round about ways. Of course hearing her sigh only served to make Peter turn an almost violent shade of red in frustration. They'd just narrowly avoided another attempt on her life and it was enough that she was feeling a bit on edge about it, but Peter just wouldn't let it go. So now they were back at the lab, him still upset and Walter watching them with fearful curiosity.
"Why don't you take your safety seriously? In a matter of one week, you've been chased down by an elderly lady with a butcher knife, almost run down by 13-year old driving his mom's minivan, snipered by an ex-military man from Vietnam, and jumped by a homeless man who tried to strangle you. Can you at least admit that someone has it out for you?" Peter said, without taking a breath until the end of his long rant.
Olivia just gave him a tired look and fought to not roll her eyes. "'Snipered'? Really?" Olivia continued after he only crossed his arms and let that look of fearful affection fill his eyes; the one that drove her heart to race. "I think I can safely say that I may be a target of whatever sinister act we're trying to solve now, but does that really help us?"
Peter ground his teeth together and glared at her. "Well, maybe you could take a few steps to protect yourself and those around you who might get in the way. For starters you could stay here at the lab and let those extra agents Broyles wants to guard you actually guard you."
"Then maybe it should be you and Walter who stay back at the lab so you can stay nice and safe. I'll even leave you the extra agents," Olivia growled out and left the lab, leaving a stammering and steaming Peter and a worried looking Walter behind.
The next day Olivia found herself grudgingly calling Peter while on the way to the lab.
"What?" He answered angrily. Great, Olivia thought, this is going to be a great day.
"If we bring the other agents would you and Walter come out to another crime scene to collect evidence?" Olivia tried not to grumble. There was silence on the other end and Olivia was beginning to think he had hung up on her when he finally spoke up.
"Fine." And then she heard the click of his phone hanging up. Sighing, Olivia finished the trip to the lab to see Walter and Peter already waiting for her. Peter climbed into the passenger seat while Walter climbed into the back and they continued their ride to the crime scene with Walter's babbling from the backseat as the only thing breaking the car's thick silence.
Upon arrival they worked their way around the ground floor of an apartment complex that had three floors and it seemed each room held some macabre scene with several innocent people dead on each level. After a few minutes spent on the ground floor Walter moved to the stairs and started up them. Peter and Olivia exchanged glances and she nodded and waved another agent to follow her and Walter up the stairs. Walter passed the second floor and went straight for the third and top level.
Olivia and the other agent stepped in before Walter to scan the apartment and make sure it was safe. When every room had been cleared, Olivia went back to the entrance to wave Walter in. Upon looking around, Olivia found three bodies in this unit. Frowning and trying to stifle the hopelessness she felt beginning to overwhelm her, Olivia stepped over the body of a young boy who looked to be maybe ten and clearly dead and moved to the opposite side of the room as Walter while the other agent went further in. She was looking at a picture frame hung on the wall when she heard the click of a safety being released and she jerked her head toward the sound.
In the doorway stood the extra agent with his gun pointed at Walter who was now slowly getting to his feet from a crouching position.
"Agent Marco, think about what you're doing. You don't want to shoot that gun…" Olivia said calmly, creeping toward Walter as she maintained eye contact with the agent who was giving the scientist wild eyes. The agent shook his head and Olivia watched in horror as he began to pull the trigger. Without thinking twice, Olivia dove in front of Walter and felt one bullet, then the second bite into her as she hit the ground.
At first she didn't really feel pain, just the twinge, and she watched as the agent moved the gun into his mouth and fired it out the back of his head so that he slumped to the ground. A defining roar filled Olivia's ears as she realized she was fighting for consciousness. Blinking fast, she stared up at Walter's face and watched his lips move without sound. Why couldn't she hear anything? Olivia thought and the confusion must've shown on her face. Then she saw Peter over her and she almost cried out in relief. Her Peter was here and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She was going to be okay now. He looked so sad though. She brought her hand painstakingly up and cupped his face, sounding out his name slowly as if it were a question. "Pe… ter?" Darkness slowly enveloped her vision and the last thing she saw was Peter calling her name.
**Present Day**
"What?" Olivia asked in extreme disbelief.
"It has become necessary for us to fake your death so that we can keep you and therefore, your team, safe." Broyles said and Olivia could almost hear a hint of sadness in his voice.