Ah the joys of another co-authored story with the amazing Oranfly.

Disclaimer: If we owned it...Well do you really think Peter would be M.I.A?

Worst. Day. Ever.

That was all Olivia could think of at the moment. She mentally rewound the events of the evening to eight o'clock and replayed them in slow motion. Olivia had just been pouring herself a short glass of whiskey after having dressed down to a fluffy white robe. A hot bubble bath was already waiting for her and she was going to finally have the chance to unwind after what had turned into one of their more difficult cases.

That was a story for another day though.

About to take a long gulp of her newly poured drink there was a knock on her front door. Olivia paused for a second and then thought 'to hell with it' and gulped down the drink anyway. If her night was about to be taken over by another case or a nosey neighbor than at least she got one nice drink in. Making her way to the door she almost turned back to get real clothes on when she decided she didn't really care and continued anyways. Olivia had opened the door to reveal absolutely no one. A frown settled on her face as her brow knit in confusion. Who the hell had knocked on her door? She was about to turn back in when a movement coming from below her vision caught her attention and she almost jumped back in surprise.

On her doorstep were two bundles of blankets; one purple and the other green and they were definitely moving. Olivia almost slapped herself to see if she was having some kind of nightmare, but stopped herself short. Before investigating said blankets, Olivia peered her head out her door and down both ends of the hallway, not seeing anyone or any movement. Crouching down, Olivia brushed the green blanket aside to see the sleeping face of a baby with soft chocolate curls framing its face. All the air rushed from her lungs as Olivia staggered back.

This could not be happening.

Olivia forced herself back to the bundle of blankets and brushed aside the purple blanket to see a similar but different face with slightly longer chocolate curls around its head and also asleep. Carefully, Olivia made two trips, one for each baby, from her doorstep to the sofa where she was able to build a makeshift pen out of pillows so they wouldn't roll off. She paced the length of her living room while glancing at the sleeping babies before snapping up her cell phone and dialing a very familiar number.

"Broyles," a deep voice answered.

"Sir," Olivia started and the n blanked for a moment. "I think we have a situation."

"And what is that?" Broyles didn't sound too amused but he seemed to be taking her seriously so far.

"I found two babies on my doorstep," Olivia said flatly.

"Two what?" Broyles deadpanned.

"Babies, sir," Olivia repeated. "Babies."

She was met with a silence so deafening she thought for sure he'd hung up on her.

"Sir?" Olivia asked before she heard him sigh.

"Call Peter and get him over there," Broyles said. "Right now we need to assume these babies were left on your doorstep and no one else's for a reason. Have him bring a med kit to check them out. I'll be getting a hold of agent Farnsworth so she can do the forensics on the site and hopefully pull some prints so we can find out who the hell left you two babies."

Olivia wanted to argue his choice of contact, but knew she was supposed to be making headway on her partnership with Peter after the fauxlivia debacle.

"Yes, sir," Olivia agreed, hanging up and pausing only for a moment before pressing and holding the three on her phone.

"Bishop," Peter answered, sounding just a little distracted.

"Hey, ummm, I'm going to need you to come to my place and bring a good med kit," Olivia said, her eyes stuck on the two babies who seemed to be starting to wake.

"Liv?" Peter's voice sounded worried.

"Sorry, what?" Olivia asked, trying to really listen this time.

"I asked what the med kit is for," Peter asked, unable to keep the worry from his voice. "Are you alright?"

"Umm, yeah, I'm fine," Olivia said quickly, her cheeks flushing at his concern. "There were two babies left on my doorstep and Broyles wants you to take a look at them. If you could leave Walter at home for now I think it'd be for the best."

"If this were anyone else…" Peter half groaned. "I'll be there in fifteen."

He hung up and Olivia had just a moment to appreciate the last bit of silence before baby green woke up an began fussing, crying and whining softly.

"Oh, shhhh," Olivia cooed, scooping the baby up gently. "Shhhhh, baby. It's okay."

Olivia bobbed the baby until it quieted a little. She was just about to put him back down when there was a knock on the door and the baby's cries were renewed.

"Coming!" Olivia called, carrying the baby with her to the door. Opening the door revealed Peter who looked confused and then worried all at once when he saw the baby in her arms. "Come in." She stepped aside so that he could pass the threshold into her apartment and she led him to the sofa where the other baby lay.

"Jesus," Peter said under his breath. "They were just abandoned here?"

"Yeah," Olivia said sadly. "Shhhhh baby, it's okay."

They shared a quiet look as she rocked the crying baby in her arms before Peter knelt down beside the couch and quietly roused the baby still on the couch.

"Hey there sweetheart," Peter cooed and for just a moment Olivia was jealous that he had used that name with someone else but quickly quashed it when the baby giggled and lifted its arms up toward Peter. "Aren't you just a little princess?"

The baby was now a riot of giggles, as Peter easily checked reflexes, pupil reactions, and other things Olivia couldn't recognize. She was clearly too smitten to care what Peter was doing to her.

"How is she?" Olivia asked softly.

"She seems perfectly healthy," Peter said with a small smile.

A knock on the front door drew their attention away from the babies for a second.

"That's probably Astrid," Olivia sighed. "Here…" Olivia handed him baby green as she had begun calling him in her head and went to answer the door.

"Please tell me Broyles was talking gibberish when he said you were left two babies?" Astrid asked immediately once in the door.

"Afraid not," Olivia mumbled, letting the younger agent in.

"Well then I guess I came prepared then," Astrid said, shrugging the giant duffle bag back onto her shoulder. "I brought baby supplies that Broyles insisted you might need in the very near future."

"I am not doing diaper duty," Peter scowled with a look of disgust on his face.

"Well I'm not doing this alone and Broyles wants you to help," Olivia pointed out. "Besides with Walter-sitting, babies should be a breeze. At least the babies can't hitch a ride to another state."

"So… what? I just take up residence here and become a full time babysitter?" Peter winced and looked none too happy.

"Actually Broyles suggested Olivia move into the Bishop's place since it's a little roomier and you can keep tabs on Walter then," Astrid grinned. She couldn't fight that grin either because she'd been trying to set Peter and Olivia up for ages with little to no success. This could be the opportunity she needed for them to seal the deal.

"Well with Walter's help you'd hardly need me there full time," Olivia tried to reason. "I could maybe visit and take a shift – "

"Nice try, Olivia," Astrid chuckled. "Broyles wants you on this one full time."

"Where am I going to stay then?" Olivia asked, trying not to let the panic flood into her voice. "Last I checked, there was only one spare room and the babies would probably need that one."

"I'll stay on the couch and you can take my room," Peter offered, knowing it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

"Peter I can't kick you out of your own bed," Olivia bit her lip nervously. She wasn't sure she could be in a place that was all him and survive it with her sanity intact.

"Yes you can," Peter said stubbornly. "I've done time on the couch from the hotel days and besides this will only last a few days tops, right?"

"No idea, actually," Olivia winced. "I guess I'd better go pack a bag then."

"K, I'm going to sweep for prints and anything else I can find outside in the hallway," Astrid said, switching to agent-mode. "Are there cameras on this building that we can review?"

"No," Olivia sighed. "Maybe that'll be my next move; to a place with better security."

Peter grinned at her before turning to check over baby green, giving the child is whole focus. Olivia retreated to her room in the meantime to pack a small duffle bag with essentials. This was going to be a long evening.