Story Notes: Okay, so I had so much fun writing the PWP

entitled 'Close Quarters' that I started to think of lots of

other claustrophobic situations that I could get our duo

entangled in. And while standing in the elevator at work

one day, this puppy materialized; the plot bunnies took

off hopping and this is the result. I hope you enjoy!

Please note it is not necessary to have read 'Close Quarters'

for this story to work! In fact both of these are intended

as standalone PWP pieces.

Very rarely do I write a series of separate stories that

follow each other in any chronological order. Or that

take place in the same storyline/universe etc. I much

prefer to keep those to one story and break it into chapters for

the ease of finding each section/following the plot.

These are simply similar circumstances so it seemed

fitting to label it with the 'Close Quarters' Series—Part 2.

This story does not follow or precede that work.

I have a lot more fun writing 'First Time' smut stories then

'Relationship Smut' stories, I guess I find it more exciting! : )

Disclaimer: I don't own them, if I did you'd probably

only be able to buy fringe dvd's in those 'specialty stores'

that don't show up on your credit card statements! Lol

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A Broken Elevator in a Heat Wave

Part 2 in the Close Quarters Series

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Olivia was going to melt right into the metal floor, when they finally got out of this damn thing they were going to have to mop her up off the floor because she was certain she'd be nothing but a pile of goo and expensive shoes.

"Oh Hell!"

Olivia slammed her palm repeatedly in frustration against the flashing floor button hoping for some kind of miracle. The elevator's electric system gave a pathetically garbled ding in response that sounded like someone was strangling the life out of it, the button flickered and died. The car steadfastly refused to move either up or down despite her hostility.

Somewhere high above them an unknown bit of machinery whined and clunked the elevator gave one final lurch in protest and then nothing.

Olivia hated to admit it. But they were stuck.

Huffing in annoyance and flopping back against the elevator wall her head falling back with a dull thud against the warm cheap plastic wall it's surface sticky with the same oppressive dank heat that felt like it had been blanketing Olivia all day long; suffocating her skin like a wet wool blanket. Olivia's lips twisted in obvious disgust at the whole situation.

Peter stepped forward having watched the entire debacle and how productive Olivia's button abuse had been in getting them free pulled a small packet of tools from his jean pocket and bent to inspect the locked key box that appeared to hold the elevator's emergency phone for just such a situation.

"Who the Hell locks an emergency phone in an elevator?" Olivia wanted to know. She'd like to punch that person in the face right now. It was probably the heat talking; but at this particular moment Olivia was feeling particularly put out and really didn't give a shit.

"The same building Super that allows elevators to die between floors on a Friday afternoon at 4:45pm." Peter's mouth twisted in derision.

"In the middle of a heat wave?" Olivia added.

"Exactly, how much you wanna bet every ones gone home for the day?"

"I don't want to bet. If that's the case I swear to god, I'll shoot my way out of this damn elevator. I don't care if it takes a mountain of paperwork."

Peter felt a momentary pang of pity for the elevator, though being an inanimate object…it had no concept of just how much danger it was really in…then again seeing as the elevator was thoroughly dead already it probably didn't care. And in all honesty shooting their way free was starting to sound more appealing by the minute as Peter swore the temperature in the elevator had ratcheted up a few degrees just in the fifteen or so minutes they'd been stuck already.

Peter hated to think about how warm this elevator might actually get before they got out of it with the outside temperatures today soaring to nearly 104 a record heat wave the likes of which they had never seen before. People were melting outside on the sidewalks left and right, being stuck in an elevator was like being placed in a pressure cooker. If Peter had thought it was hot in the building outside the damn elevator it was starting to feel very much like a sweatbox now that they were no longer moving.

"Think the air conditioning is broken too?" Not that he really wanted to know, with how this day was panning out.

Olivia only grunted in response.

"Forget shooting the elevator, just shoot me instead." Peter successfully popped the lock on the emergency telephone box, prying the door open to find there was actually a telephone inside. And wonder of wonders, he actually got a dial tone upon lifting the receiver.

"You want pepperoni on your pizza?"

"Seriously Peter? Call someone before the damn phone breaks too!"

"Good point. Pressing the keys indicated on the faded instructions Peter waited while the phone rang endlessly in his ear.

"Well?" Olivia wanted to know.

"No one's answering." Peter shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, for Christ's Sake!" Olivia added the building super to her growing list of people likely to receive a bullet wound or two by the end of this debacle.

"Oh hey, it's an answering machine for the building super…I didn't think people even used those anymore."

Olivia frowned thinking of her own home answering machine, when was the last time she'd even checked that thing for messages? Huh.

"Hi yes this is the telephone box in the elevator calling. You have two federal agents stuck between floors if you could get us out before we melt that would be great." Peter paused turning to Olivia.

"Should I leave a callback number?"

Olivia socked him in the shoulder. "Very funny wiseass. See if you can dial out of the building on this phone, my cell is still dead."

"Even cellphone service dies in this building, quick flip a coin a few times! Maybe we could bring Walter here on a field trip." Peter grinned still in the same teasing mood he'd been in all day, despite the oppressive heat they'd been laboring under. Tracking halfway across the city trying to find someone; anyone who might have seen their suspect or know his current whereabouts under normal circumstance was trying enough, in this weather it was absolutely abysmal.

"It's not a fringe event." Olivia huffed. She recited a number for Peter to try thankful for her ability to memorize random letters and numbers at a glance without even trying.

"You sure this isn't the number for China Wok?"

Olivia gave him a look. "That's the second time you've mentioned food, are you hungry?"

Peter's stomach growled in response before he could answer.

"Yeah, I think I am."

"Bummer," Olivia sympathized seeing as there was no food to be found here, and it didn't look like they were going anywhere for the time being.

"Yeah tell me about it. Oh Hey Astrid! It's Peter, yeah I know, It's not my number. Listen we're stuck in an elevator here…No don't come over, and definitely don't bring Walter. This place is falling apart before our very eyes. I'm going to give you the address and the number listed for the building's super, can you see if you can reach anyone? Yeah that would be great."

Olivia stopped listening while Peter rattled off their location and the number listed on the phone.

It appeared they were going to be stuck for a while and seeing as the day was swelteringly hot outside and the building was ancient it may possibly have been even warmer inside despite the multitude of window units puttering away in countless windows around the building.

Olivia shucked her jacket thankful that she'd chosen to wear a light sleeveless cotton blouse this morning when she'd looked outside to practically see eggs frying on the sidewalk; and that was at 7am before the heat wave had really kicked into high gear. Kicking off her high heels and trying not to think about how much grime was probably on the floor, she'd probably need a freaking tetanus shot just from touching it with her bare skin. Olivia laid her jacket down and slide down to have a seat on it.

Peter was wrapping things up on the phone with Astrid reassuring her that she shouldn't come down to the building herself unless of course she had a secret degree as an elevator mechanic.

Hanging up on Astrid Peter turned to look in her direction blinked then looked down at her now seated position and grinned.

"That's probably not a bad idea." Peter shucked his t-shirt almost giving Olivia a mini-heart attack until she realized he had a tank top underneath still covering his chest and abs.

Thank God for small favors.

Olivia breathed a small sigh of relief. Naked Peter chest in a confined space was not going to help this elevator feel any cooler. Olivia swallowed watching him loosen the laces on his scuffed up work boots but not remove his shoes, loosening the sides, to let his feet breath probably a little overheated from their walking all over hell and creation today.

Peter moved to the elevator wall opposite her and slid down to settle himself knees bent boots planted on the elevator floor scant inches from her own.

Olivia tried to cross her ankles in front of her, knees drawn in to her chest trying to keep her bare feet on her jacket and also keep some form of modesty in place having forgone her customary pantsuit this morning for a simple and stylish charcoal grey pencil skirt with a single ruffle around the knee. She'd even nixed the panty hose for bare skin beneath that, it was just too damn hot for freaking panty hose.

And seeing as Olivia wasn't wearing any panty hose and the last thing she'd wanted to deal with was a panty-line Olivia had nixed those as well. Hell when she'd dressed this morning she'd figured screw it, they were only going to be walking from apartment to apartment and driving around in the car looking for various people to pester with questions.

Underpants had hardly seemed like required equipment for such a day. Now however seated on the floor across from Peter in a stranded Elevator Olivia wondered if she might have made a serious miscalculation that was going to come back to bite her in the ass.

All these years working with Dr. Walter Bishop and being drugged up stripped down and shoved into water tanks and synapses monitoring chairs you'd think Olivia would have learned by now that underpants were ALWAYS essential. Not that Olivia would mind stripping down and jumping into the isolation tank right now, it would probably feel glorious; cold sloshy salt water all over her body, like her own personal ocean. The Olivia Ocean: calm, tranquil and cool.

"How good would it feel to jump in a pool right now?" Peter asked his mind eerily inline with her own internal monologue as usual.

"Funny you should ask that I was just thinking that today would be one of those days I'd actually look forward to Walter trying to shove me into the isolation tank."

"You're just saying that because you like the hallucinogenic drugs." Peter teased.

Olivia grinned. "Now that you mention it, Strangely enough I always find myself craving cheese doodles after I come back out."

Peter grinned back at her stretching his legs out in front of him on the floor so that his boots ended up on either side of her body his hands folded serenely against his stomach.

"So, what now?"

Olivia shrugged. "Beats me, I figure it will take at least an hour for them to get someone here to fix this thing."

Looking up at the ceiling Olivia did see any obvious access panel they might be able to pop open and crawl out of, but even if they did manage that she wasn't sure they'd be able to reach one of the elevator shaft doors to open it. And of course there was another problem with reaching the access panel, the height of the elevator ceiling itself.

Peter followed her gaze to the ceiling spotting the access panel he stood up.

"Think if I hoist you up you can reach that?"

"No." Olivia felt something very close to a blush rising in her cheeks.

"Oh come on, it's not that high, I bet if I boost you up you can totally open that and maybe even get out of here."

"And leave you? No, I can't do that."

Peter frowned at her. "Oh come on Olivia I'm not suggesting you go out there and shoe shop I bet you could walk around the building and find someone who works here that might be able to get this thing working again." Peter studied her for a moment trying to figure out why she was being so obstinate.

Normally Olivia was absolutely gung ho about everything they did, from running down suspects to trying to shut down a freaking light bulb defusing bomb with her mind; but for reasons unbeknownst to him she was looking almost flushed and panicky over the prospect of having to climb out of a broken elevator. Perplexed Peter reassessed the situation realizing Olivia's state of dress…literally.

Peter grinned at her.

"You don't want to climb out of the elevator cause I'll have to lift you up," It was so childish that Peter found it incredibly comical. He'd seen this woman in her underwear on a multitude of occasions and while he would readily admit to anyone that she was smoking hot, well anyone except Olivia herself seeing as he didn't want to get shot. Here she was blushing over the fact that that she was in a skirt and he might get a peep show.

Leaning forward and grabbing Olivia's wrists despite her protests Peter pulled her to a standing position. Still staring at the ceiling grate he couldn't help but laugh to himself at the absurdity of it all.

"What's so damn funny?" Olivia wanted to know.

"Sorry," Peter tried to sober himself. "It's just that I've seen you in multiple times in the lab, are you really that worried that I might get a peep at London and France when I pick you up?"

Olivia looked taken aback for a moment. "I beg your pardon?" How did Peter know she wasn't wearing anything underneath Olivia wondered, completely missing the reference.

Peter blinked at her. Obviously he was missing something… this required further exploring as Peter was intrigued.

"You know, I see London, I see France I see Olivia's underpants…" Peter recited the childhood rhyme for her wondering if this was perhaps something only children on his side sang, he couldn't remember.

"Oh." Olivia looked relieved, though the blush had not faded from her cheeks; and Peter was starting to suspect it wasn't there just because of the heat.

"Alright then," Peter made a show of bending to grab Olivia around her knees stopping when she jumped back with a shout.

"No!"

"I'm not going to drop you Olivia, come on," Peter huffed.

"That's not it." Peter straightened to look at her, watching her chew her bottom lip eyes cast down on the floor not meeting his gaze. Her cheeks were definitely flushed now and Peter was still left in the dark trying to figure out what the heck the big deal was.

When suddenly a thought occurred to him, he hoped he was right because the mental picture his brain was supplying him with now made the elevator's temperature ratcheted up a few more degrees.

How completely uncharacteristic of Olivia Dunham to do something so….naughty; Peter's face split in a deliciously wicked grin that Olivia, still looking at the floor, failed to see.

"Olivia, Sweetheart. Is there some other reason you don't want me to pick you up?"

Olivia continued to stare at the floor as Peter came closer to her. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal, she'd just tell him and ask him not to look. Pfft and maybe waving a red-flag in front of a bull wouldn't make him charge. Olivia didn't know why but she had a sinking suspicion that telling Peter about her particular state of undress would result in nothing but trouble. Feeling Peter's hands come around her waist and settle on her back without warning Olivia stiffened.

"Are you hurt?"

Olivia shook her head in the negative not trusting her voice at this moment.

"Olivia Your not afraid of heights…" She had to shake her head no to this too knowing that Peter was onto her odd behavior and was now going to single mindedly search out exactly what was going on with dogged determination.

Damn him. There was no getting out of this now. Olivia sighed.

"I'm…um. I'm not wearing any…" She couldn't say it. Why the hell couldn't she say it? Olivia's blush deepened her teeth biting into her lower lip once more. Any harder and she was going to end up drawing blood.

"Pants?" Peter tried to supply.

Olivia lifted her chin at that to give him a 'No shit Sherlock' look of annoyance that almost negating the blush that still colored her cheeks.

Might as well go for broke Olivia figured. "Underwear." She huffed out in annoyance and embarrassment. "I'm not wearing any underwear." Olivia gestured to herself with one hand giving Peter a look that dared him to say anything flippant.

Peter blinked.

"You're not wearing…." He started, still a bit stunned and unbelievabley aroused to have his suspicions confirmed.

"Any underwear, yes." Olivia stood before him arms crossed over her chest waiting.

"Huh." Peter grinned stepping forward closing the space between them, following Olivia as she stepped backwards towards the elevator wall her arms coming un-crossed and raising up to press against his chest in a feeble attempt to ward him off, her eyes wide.

Peter's smirk grew wider. "Well forget getting out of the elevator, I've got a whole new list of way better things we could try."

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To be continued... ; D

Notes: Chapter two will be up when I return from this trip, probably sometime next week

Assuming that Mr. KEC let's me get any writing done that is... .

As always reviews/emails/story suggestions are welcome and greatly enjoyed!