References: playing Guess Who (Immortality), Germany (In Which We Meet Mr Jones), visit from German Federal Police (Ability Deleted Scene), "being fearless" (The Transformation), "What are we gonna have to deal with next, right?" (LSD)

It was past 2am when Olivia got home that night. Her flight from Germany had been long and boring, but she thought it was worth putting up with to get home early to her husband. She chuckled a little under her breath as she stepped quietly inside their apartment. Her husband. She still couldn't quite get her head around the gravity of that word, even though she and Peter had been married for almost four months. She'd never pictured herself to be the type to get married, especially at 26, which she considered young. It was just a little strange sometimes. They were still in that surreal honeymoon period where everything was new to them. Peter had been right. It was beautiful. Challenging of course, but beautiful nonetheless.

She left her luggage by the bedroom door and changed out of her clothes, watching Peter sleep. Wearing just a singlet and underwear, she slid into bed with him and debated whether or not she should wake him up. She thought it would be more fun to surprise him, so she straddled his waist and covered his closed eyes with one hand while the other gently shook his shoulder. "Guess who," she said, leaning over him to kissing his bare chest.

"Hmmm…" he mumbled, smiling and running his hands down her sides to rest on her hips. "Well, the voice isn't familiar, but the hands I like. They're kind of soft and sexy."

She laughed and he took her hand from his eyes. He looked confused. "Oh. No, sorry, I… I don't recognise you."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied playfully. "I must have wandered into the wrong apartment."

"Oh, well, you should probably leave, because I'm waiting for my beautiful wife to come home, and I don't think she'd be happy if she found you in bed with me. We haven't seen each other in a week, and she's really incredible, so…"

"Right, of course. I'll just go," she said, pulling away from him.

He gently cupped her face, stopping her. "But you know, actually, now that I think about it there is something about you that's familiar," he teased, bringing her down to him for a deep, passionate kiss. She laughed in between kisses as he held her close, needing to feel that she was with him.

"Welcome home," he whispered, kissing her cheek and pulling back to smile at her.

"It's good to be back."

"I missed you so much."

"Peter, I was only gone for a week."

"I know, but it's the first time we've been apart since we got married."

"OK, you have a point," she smirked, kissing him. "I missed you too."

He beamed and ran his hands gently over her body as she sat straddling him, his touch sensual but not demanding. "I thought you weren't supposed to come back until tomorrow night."

"The warden wouldn't let us see Jones again so I had to decide between bumming around for an extra day or switching to an earlier flight. It was an easy choice."

"Thank you. It was a pretty cool surprise." His hand slid beneath her singlet to explore the warmth of her stomach. "Are you tired?"

"Exhausted."

"Let's go to sleep then. We can talk in the morning."

She smirked. "Talk, huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?"

He rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said, his face displaying mock annoyance as he crossed his arms. "Just that if you think that's all I want you for then frankly I'm offended."

"Aww, poor baby," she teased, her palms moving over his chest. "You want to stay up, then? Would that make you feel better?"

"No, you're tired," he replied shortly, still playing with her. 'Besides, maybe I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"That's OK," she smirked, leaning down to nibble on his ear. "I don't want to talk either."

Unable to keep the joke up anymore, he laughed and pulled her face to his, running his spare hand down her back as he kissed her long and hard. Quickly responding, she whimpered into the kiss as her hands explored his bare chest and stomach, making him shudder. Soon enough they were lost in each other, driving each other crazy wanting more, always more. The only sounds in the room were hot, heavy breaths and the occasional moans and whimpers against each others lips. Peter's hands moved further up under her singlet and she pulled back, breaking the kiss for a moment to pull it over her head. She smirked as Peter's hungry eyes went wide and he kissed her hard and ardently, his hands taking their time with the newly exposed flesh.

"I missed you so much," he murmured against her skin as his lips moved down over her chest.

She laughed, caught by surprise when he suddenly flipped her over and hungrily pinned her against the sheets.

Before Peter even opened his eyes in the morning, he could smell Olivia on his pillow and feel her warm belly pressed against his. He smiled and let his fingers skitter over the bare skin of her back, glad that last night hadn't been just a dream. The fact that she'd missed him just as much as he missed her made his heart swell. He felt ridiculous in a way – he'd never missed anyone like this before, and she'd only been gone a week. This girl really did drive him crazy.

Looking over her as she slept, he couldn't believe that she was his. Mostly he couldn't believe that he was hers. It still amazed him sometimes that he managed to convince someone that stubborn to marry him, but somehow it was true. Even though it had been a few months, there were still days where it felt like a miracle.

A smile crept upon his face as he noticed her stir, starting to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and smiled up at him sleepily. "Hey."

"Hey," he parroted, kissing her softly. "I'm so glad you're here. Our bed was cold when you were away."

She snuggled closer to him. "I missed you too."

"How was Germany?"

"OK. We didn't get very far. Jones just wanted to play games with me."

"Like what?"

"Peter, you know what the ZFT members are like. Whenever a rational person starts to reason with them they just keep spouting ideological bullshit. But Jones…I don't know, he was different."

"Different how?"

She bit her lip, wiping the pad of her thumb across her mouth. He knew this to be one of her trademark gestures when she was unsure of something. "Jones said he knew me when I was a kid. He said I was experimented on with a drug called Cortexiphan."

"Is that true?"

"No, of course not. I've never even heard of Cortexiphan. Have you?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

"It's just weird. He was convinced that he knew me, and that this drug was the reason why. He said the experiment made me "special", that it was the first step of my recruitment into ZFT."

"Do you believe him?"

She paused. "I'm not sure. I mean, he's obviously brainwashed, or insane, or both. He's a convicted terrorist. I have no reason to trust him. It's just the way he said it. He really believed it, I could tell." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'll talk to Nina and see if she can tell me if the experiments even existed. Until then I'm not going to assume anything."

"Sounds like a plan," he said, kissing her forehead. "But whether he's right or not, we'll figure it out."

"I know. I'm not worried."

"Good. The guy's insane, Livia. He was probably lying through his teeth just to scare you."

"Maybe."

He sighed and tried to change the subject. "Thanks again for coming home early."

That made her smile. "You would have done it for me."

"True. How was the rest of the trip?"

"What rest of the trip? It's not like I had time to go sightseeing or anything."

He bit his tongue and took a breath before looking back to her. "You know what I'm asking, Olivia."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You can't be serious."

"Olivia, I need to know," he said seriously. "Did Lucas try anything with you?"

Olivia glared at him and rolled away from him to grab her clothes from the floor. "I can't believe you're even asking me that. I'd never let something like that happen."

"I know," he assured her, gently pulling her back. "I trust you, but I don't trust him. I know you guys have history, and -"

"Peter, he's a decent guy. He knows I'm married. We've both moved on. We were just there to work and he was very professional. There was nothing to worry about and I can't believe you'd even think that -"

"Olivia, I'm sorry," he said earnestly, hanging his head. "I'm sorry, I... Please try to understand. I'm not good at this sort of thing, you know that. You're the only girl I've ever really loved and I'm terrified of losing you to someone else. We've only been married for a little while and things are so good right now. I just don't want anything to ruin what we have – I love you too much."

She softened, trying to see things his way. If Peter had spent a week in a foreign country with Tessa she probably wouldn't be too happy about it either. "Peter, I promise, nothing happened," she assured him, cupping his face gently. "We went out after work once just so we could catch up. He apologised for breaking up with me the way he did, and we talked. But that's all, Peter. Everything else was just work."

"OK," he said softly, believing her. "Thank you, for telling me. I won't ask again. Next time I'll try not to be so insecure."

"It's OK. I get it," she replied, kissing him and lying back in bed to rest in his arms. She closed her eyes, starting to drift off to sleep again. She felt him kiss her hair.

Then there was a knock at the door. "It's 7am," Peter grumbled.

Olivia groaned, poking his stomach. "You get it."

"No, you get it."

"No, you get it!"

"I always get it!"

Olivia opened her eyes and gave Peter a knowing look which he returned. He sighed and brought his hand out from beneath the sheets to be next to hers. They played Scissors Paper Rock and Peter lost. Olivia grinned – she almost always won. Peter rolled his eyes and started getting dressed. The person outside knocked harder. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he mumbled, heading to answer the door.

When he opened it, Broyles and some others he didn't recognise were standing on the other side. "Well, this can't be good," he thought aloud.

"I'm afraid not," Broyles replied. "Is your wife home? We need to speak to her immediately."

"Sure, just give me a sec. She's sleeping. Please, come in, take a seat. You want some coffee or something?"

"No thank you. Just Olivia."

This sounds serious, Peter thought. The all came inside to sit at the kitchen table while Peter disappeared back into the bedroom.

"Who was it?" Olivia mumbled.

"Broyles and co. They need to talk to you."

"Great," she groaned, dragging herself out of bed and getting dressed. She and Peter went back out to meet the others.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Sorry for the surprise, but this is urgent," Broyles explained. He gestured to a blonde woman sitting beside him. "This is Adele Nevin with German Federal Police. She needs to talk to you."

"What happened?"

Nevin pulled out a file and handed a photo to Olivia. "Is this man familiar to you?"

"Yes. David Robert Jones."

"You've met him before? When?"

"A few days ago in a prison outside of Frankfurt."

"Why did you travel all the way to Germany to visit him?"

"We thought he may be helpful in one of our investigations."

"Helpful how?"

Olivia cast a wary look towards Broyles and he nodded, giving her permission to explain. "We were working a case involving a terrorist organisation named ZFT. A man was dying from a weapon similar to some of Jones' biochemical work and Jones was able to provide us with a cure. Why? Has something happened to him?"

The German lady ignored her question. "Have you had any other contact with Jones?"

"No."

"Your relationship with Jones consists only of this one visit?" she asked sceptically.

"I have no relationship with Jones," Olivia insisted. "I questioned him one time. What's going on?" Olivia was confused but she was comforted by the warm touch of Peter's hand on the small of her back.

"Ms Dunham, can you explain Jones' undue interest in you?" the woman asked, handing over a set of files. Olivia cautiously opened them and was sickened by what she saw. Drawings. Dozens of them, all pictures of her. She could feel anger vibrating from Peter's hand and touched his knee to calm him.

"He drew all of these?" Peter asked.

"I don't understand why he would," Olivia said. "I met him once."

The German officer smiled wryly. "Ms Dunham, he drew those pictures before you came to see him."

That was a kick in the teeth, but Olivia swallowed it with stoicism. "Look, I told you I only met him once. I don't understand. Why are you coming to me about this? Did something happen?"

"Jones escaped last night," Broyles explained.

Under the table, Peter grasped Olivia's hand.

"We have reason to believe that Jones may be here, in the United States."

Olivia gulped. "To find me."

"Perhaps."

"So what happens now?" she asked Broyles.

"Now the major focus of Fringe Division is on finding Jones. I'm sure you are safe, but if we learn Jones is in fact after you for some reason we'll put you and Peter under protective detail."

"I'm sure that's not necessary," she insisted, but Peter gave her a warning look.

"Olivia, listen to them. If they decide you're in danger then we need to let them keep you safe."

Normally she'd argue with him for making such a comment, but she bit her tongue. Now wasn't the time, and she could see that he was genuinely worried. They all talked some more until Broyles and the German agents left. When they were gone, Peter cupped her face in both hands and kissed her before holding her close.

"Peter, it's gonna be fine," she said, trying to ease his worry. "We don't even know if Jones is here. He teleported himself out of prison, he could be anywhere. He could be dead for all we know."

"I just want us to be prepared for whatever could happen."

"Peter, I'm not scared."

"Being fearless doesn't mean you're being safe." He pulled back and brushed some hair out of her eyes, giving her a wry smile. "What are we gonna have to deal with next, right?"

"I don't know. But whatever's going on, we can get through it. We always do."

Peter smiled at her, his expression kind and warm. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied earnestly, holding him close and praying that their almost perfect newlywed life wasn't about to drop away beneath their feet.

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