Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait; work/reality has a nasty habit of taking over sometimes. So, here's chapter three, entailing Astrid diving in toher dorky side and explaining the concept of shipping to Walter. Thanks for everyone who reviewed the previous chapter, and hopefully people still enjoy the rest of the story!

Reviews/constructive criticism are always appreciated : )

Astrid threw the story down on to her desk and turned to face its author.

"Walter, are you freaking kidding me? The characters in this story are obviously Peter and Olivia!"

His mouth dropped open in shock. "How did you know that?" he asked.

Even with all the weirdness of a grown man writing a story shipping his son and a co-worker together, she couldn't help but giggle a little bit. "Well in some places you forgot to even change the names," she said, pointing to the end of the passage she had just read. "And the descriptions aren't exactly discreet."

Her eyes wandered back up to the description of Olivia (or Anna, as she was referred to in the book.)

It was easy to see that Agent Torv was a beautiful woman. Her figure was slim but strong, with long legs and shapely hips. She had long blond hair that she usually pulled back into a pony-tail, emphasizing the sharp contours of her features. Her eyes, however, were the most striking piece of all. The were an ice blue, made almost grey in certain lights, with a look to them that could only be described as haunted. For all her confidence and strength, Agent Anna Torv was distant and cold, as if her heart needed some man to walk into her life to warm her up again.

"Not to mention blatantly sexist," she quipped. "Women don't need a man to come in and fix them, Walter. Especially not Agent Dunham."

"But she does, you see! Peter is the perfect complement for Olivia, and she for him as well. If only both of them would see it!"

"I had no idea you were such a shipper," she said with a smirk.

He blinked in confusion. "What is this 'shipping' you refer to?"

Astrid sighed. She had spent way too much time as an awkward teenager on the internet.

"Shipping is when you pair two people together that you want to be in a relationship. When a ship is popular sometimes it gets a title, usually a combination of the two people's names."

He whooped in approval. "Oh how delightful! So in this case their ship would be…Olivishop! No wait, Duneter! Hhm… that doesn't quite sound right either…"

"Alright, don't hurt yourself," Astrid said dryly.

"This time I've got it: Polivia!"

"Not bad," Astrid said, smiling. "You're a shipping natural."

Walter beamed. "I'm just a firm proponent of true love. Especially when it involves the possibly of siring my grandchildren."

At the mention of grandchildren Astrid couldn't help but reread Peter/Josh's (Posh's?) character description.

Agent Josh Jackson threw his rugged leather jacket over his shoulder and began walking toward them. Agent Anna Torv slowly licked her lips. With his cunning green eyes, cropped brown hair, and well-toned body, he had the sort of easy good looks that could make many a woman swoon. (Most people correctly assumed that he had received those good looks from his equally attractive father – who was also a brilliant world-renowned scientist.)

Well, modesty had never been one of Walter's strong points. And considering the graphic nature of the rest of the chapter she should be happy he hadn't spend a paragraph describing the length of his son's penis.

Astrid shuffled the pages of the chapter in order and handed them back to Walter. All in all she wouldn't be surprised if Peter and Olivia actually did get together. It never would have happened like that, though.

Walter made a noise that sounded like a combination of a girlish squeal and a dying bird and tossed the papers into the air.

"Ah ha! So you've thought about it too! Treating me like some dirty old man while you've been cooking up fantasies of your own. Shame on you, Ostrich!"

Wait…. had she just said that out loud?

"I haven't been cooking up fantasies," she said weakly. "I have my own love life to think about, remember?"

"What love life?" he challenged, confidently crossing his arms over his chest. "You've been too busy with cases to even think about having – "

"Ok, fine, so I've thought about it once or twice." Astrid admitted hastily (if only to prevent Walter from digging further into her now comatose sex life.) "And even I know they never would have gotten together like that. Olivia would never have sex during a mission. She's too driven."

"So how would they get together?" Walter asked.

Astrid screwed up her face in concentration. "It would be romantic. It would be more like…"