Spoilers: Not Really any, unless you've never seen fringe, then huge spoilers for the series.

Warnings: sexual innuendos really and some swearing

Copywright: no infringement intended. I wish i owned it, but i don't, so, yeah.

So, i bring you some humor fun. A break from the angst really. It's very light and much AU. I just thought i'd write something like this. reviews are awesome :) and i love you all for them!

There it was, the dreaded little pink plus sign. The little tiny faint pink plus sign smiled merrily up at her from its spot on the test strip. It'd do no good to shake it, obviously, since it wasn't about to disappear if she tossed it around a bit. She growled in frustration, thinking how she felt like she was in a bad teen pregnancy movie.

"Fuck," she muttered darkly. She mumbled the curse words again and again subconsciously thinking that those words would make the sign disappear. She felt like an idiot doing that over and over again. What a horribly cliché thing to do was her thought as she flung the stupid test into the trash with its wrapper. She didn't feel pregnant.

Ugh, pregnant. She didn't like the sound of it. It made her sound like she was fragile. Well, hell, she was fragile…now, but she sure as hell didn't want to be fragile. Olivia sighed and looked in the mirror. How long before her thin frame was flawed with a massive belly? She'd never really cared much about how she appeared-don't get her wrong, she waned to look better than the next girl, but it wasn't a constant in her mind. She sighed heavily and her stomach poked out. The baby had been growing for, what? Five weeks now? She grabbed her hairbrush and brushed her hair as she headed back into the bedroom.

Olivia thought of all the ways she could bring it up casually in a conversation. She didn't want everyone to flaunt or fuss over her, she didn't like the attention and being pregnant practically screamed 'look at me!' As she dressed in her normal clothes she wondered how long before she would show. Maybe she could keep it from everyone until she began to show. Some people don't show at all. But that wasn't likely. Rachel had swelled up to the size of a balloon when she got pregnant. Olivia didn't want to gain the weight either, mainly because she'd have to lose it all before she went back to work.. She grabbed her phone and headed to work.

She wondered idly if coffee was bad for the baby, but got a cup anyway. She'd been drinking coffee for the last four weeks, so to stop now wouldn't matter or not. She drank down her coffee and let it scorch her throat. She should be responsible and tell them today and let them deal with it how they wanted to. But she was holding herself back. The last thing she wanted was to drawn any more attention to herself. She hated feeling special, hated being treated special, she was just another FBI agent doing her job. Oh, minus the fact her job was working on things the world knew as impossible. Telling them now would mean she wouldn't have to do it later.

When she walked into the lab that morning it was normally busy. There was baby daddy himself, bent over a beaker on the burner, his dark green long sleeve shirt tucked into his dark pants and belted with a dark leather belt. He was looking gloriously himself there bent over the beaker and she slowed her walk to enjoy the view for a few moments more before he spun around with a boiling beaker in his hands. The first thought that flew into Olivia's mind was that can't be good for the baby.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the beaker.

"I'm not sure," Peter shrugged, "Walter, what is this again?"

"Titanium ditrate with sodium chloride," Walter said nonchalantly, "Boiled to see if can solidify."

"That can't be good," Olivia mumbled.

Peter snorted and added darkly, "Nothing we do here is good-"

"Perfectly harmless!" Walter shouted across the lab, "That is unless, you are, of course pregnant agent Dunham."

Seriously, did he seriously just bring that up? Walter had a weird way of bringing up stupid comments that were spot on most of the time. Olivia glared darkly before storming into her office. Peter looked at Walter who simply shrugged before heading back to work. Peter set the beaker down in the nitrate solution before following Olivia into the office. She looked up from her desk.

Why, oh why, did he have to look so good standing in her doorway? Her eyes met his and he was grinning with that cocky smirk that was his. How she had loved that smirk when it was only the two of them around. But today that smirk was doing nothing really to help her. She smiled wickedly back at him and his smirk faltered for a moment.

"Can I help you?" she asked, an eyebrow raise. He shoved off against the doorframe and leaned over the desk, giving her a deep kiss. When he pulled away Olivia smiled at him and slowly opened her eyes. Her stomach did a flip. Or was it the baby? Aw, crap. She lowered her gaze to her work.

"You seem a little on edge today," he said simply. Olivia shrugged.

"Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess," she said. It was partly true because she had woken up on his side of the bed and he wasn't there. He didn't spend the night often, but she missed him when he didn't.

"Really now? Could it have to do with me not being there to give you a good morning wake up?" He said it nonchalantly, but they sound of his voice was laced with the innuendo and she heard it. She shook her head and smiled.

"You'll never know," she answered wittingly. He sighed and turned around, leaning against the table.

"It's odd today," he said, "There are no cases to be done, only ones to finish."

"Yeah," she added with a dark chuckle, "It's me doing the paperwork."

"Well you don't exactly ask for help," Peter said turning around to face her again. Her gaze grew dark.

"Okay," he said chuckling, "I get it you don't need help."

She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes in a un-Olivia way. He laughed.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then," he suggested, gesturing to the pile of paperwork. He turned to leave and Olivia sighed loudly.

"Peter!" she called to his retreating form. He stopped quickly and spun on his heel, looking at her with his normal gaze.

"I have something I have to tell you," she started.

"Well shoot," Peter said, gesturing with his hand again. Olivia sighed and looked at her nails. She'd chicken out she already knew it.

"Can we do dinner tonight?" she asked, biting her lip. Peter laughed.

"That's what you wanted to tell me? Are you asking or demanding?" he said.

"Both," she answered, "But that's not what I want to say. I do want to have dinner tonight though, my place?"

"Of course Agent Dunham," he said in a mock official tone, "Now did you want to tell me?"

"It's not important right now," she said, coping out, "I'll tell you tonight. See you at 7."

"Yes ma'am," Peter said with a smile, "See you at seven agent Dunham."

Peter waltzed from the office and Olivia sighed. She should have just told him there. Her hands rested on the flat plane of her stomach and she felt maybe relieved that she hadn't exploded into a balloon yet. She knew rationally that she wouldn't just start showing because she knew, but the thought was there. She would have to tell him before he made some chide comment about her getting fat. That would be humiliating to her. She grumbled and started back at the paperwork. At least for now, she could think of ways to broach the coming topic. He'd be in for a surprise, that's for sure.