Note: I cannot write kidnapping scenes, can I? XD Wow.

January 24th, 2011

Day 21

If anyone told Peter he'd never see Olivia again, he'd probably laugh it off as a joke. Well, at least a month a half ago he would've. Now, as he sat at Nathan Shaw's kitchen table, he couldn't help but think about how close he had been to seeing her face again (not just in picture form). Not just her, but also Astrid and Walter and even Gene the Cow (come on, who wouldn't be excited to see that gorgeous face?). But of course, nothing ever stays alright or fine in the life of Peter Bishop.

He waited, bound tightly with rope to a kitchen chair, for Nathan to arrive once again. His tiny kitchen smelled slightly like barf and urine and Peter fought the urge to barf all over himself. The smell would make even the strongest stomached people gag at least once or twice every five minutes.

The part that saddened him the most was that Olivia and the Fringe Division wouldn't try looking for him. To them, he left on his own accord. They didn't know better and it really depressed him. That's when a little plan formed in his head.

"Well, Bishop…You just can't avoid Boston, can you?" Nathan was carrying a good sized knife in his hand as he entered the room.

"Look I haven't done anything to you so-"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" A silence settled over them. Peter decided it was now or literally never.

"Can I just have one phone call?"

"No." Peter saw this coming, and he decided it was time to bring out the big guns. It wasn't hard to get himself worked up for this part.

"It's just my girlfriend…she's probably worried about me. I promised I'd take her out to lunch and her lunch hour is almost up." Nathan refused to give in. Now it was time to hit where it hurts. "Wouldn't you want to call your wife in a situation like this? I just want to say goodbye, okay?"

The half-lie flowed easily. He really would like to say goodbye. But he also wanted Olivia and the FBI to know that he wasn't safe.

This seemed to have struck a cord for Nathan. Peter knew it would. He may have been insane, but he did care about his wife a lot. "Fine, you sad SOB, you get one call. No longer than 45 seconds."

Nathan threw the phone at Peter and sat across from him. "One word about where you are and this knife will be in your chest so fast you won't be able to blink."

"Peter had to take a moment to remember Olivia's cell phone number. It had been a while since he had actually dialed it. Usually, he just pressed speed dial #4. As he dialed, he prayed she would pick up.

Since it was mostly her work phone, our workaholic lovely Agent Dunham picked up on the 3rd ring. Peter felt relief flood him when he heard her say "Dunham."

"Olivia I need you to listen to me. I know you're mad at me right now, but don't hang up. I am not where you think I am. I can't say anymore. I just wanted to say goodbye." Nathan looked skeptical. Peter needed to sell it a little more. Olivia was supposed to be his girlfriend after all. "And I-I love you." Peter's voice broke.

"Peter I-" Olivia whispered. She was surprised to say the least.

"Tell Walter to keep those carrier pigeons alert, alright sweetheart?" He knew the term of endearment would give her the message that something was bad if the pigeons reference didn't.

"Alright, but P-" Before she could finish, Nathan grabbed the phone out of Peter's hand and hung up.

Peter wanted to talk to her more, of course, but he didn't complain. His point was a cross and that's all that really mattered. Well, at least for the moment.

He had a few moments of peace before Nathan announced they were relocating. Peter wasn't even a bit surprised.

You really don't want to hear about the boring car ride to the warehouse. It was just…boring. Peter was shoved in a van and ended up at a warehouse of Nathan's choosing. The drive between was just filled with Peter contemplating the choices he made that led up to this. He had a feeling it was his fault (you're probably like "OH REALLY?" but give the man a break…he just worried for his love dove. Not that he'd ever sue the term love dove…).

Nathan Shaw wasn't the most original guy as you can tell. He chose an old warehouse to throw Peter in (as if that hasn't been done a thousand times before). The warehouse was rather small (which is still big because it's only small in warehouse standards). It was very dark and peter could hardly even see the floor.

"I told you not to come back, Peter Bishop."

"You knew I'd come back. I don't know how, but you knew. You just made me run away first so no one would look for me when you took me. But why did you let me call Olivia?"

"She's not gonna find you. She's too pissed. Even if she tried, she couldn't do it."

"Nathan, do you know who I work for?" It struck Peter that this hadn't exactly come up yet. Nathan was in for a surprise.

"Probably something illegal or pointless, like always."

"See that's where you're wrong." Peter smirked. "In my coat pocket there's a badge. Get it out, Nathan."

Nathan scowled and muttered something about being a waste of time. He unzipped Peter's coat pocket and pulled out his civilian consultant badge. He stared at it for a moment. "See, I consult for the FBI. Olivia? She's the best agent I know. You just made the 2nd worst mistake of your life."

The look on Nathan's face was nothing short of "Oh shit." He started towards Peter, fists clenched.

"You-"

"Ah ah ah, you don't wanna do that. Do you really want assault of an FBI employee added to the list of-"

Peter was cut off by the feeling of a gun barrel pressed to his temple. "Say one more word and I fire. That shut Peter up. He didn't feel like getting shot again. He was still in pain from his last bullet injury from Nathan.

Even though Peter didn't say another word, Nathan decided he had enough of him anyways. He clocked Peter with the gun. Once he thought Peter was passed out (which he wasn't), he began to kick him. Hard.

"You killed my wife-" kick "-and ruined my life-" kick "-You should suffer." With a few more kicks, Nathan left Peter's broken body on the floor of the warehouse.

"And thanks for telling me where you're girl works, Bishop." Nathan whispered into Peter's ear before walking out of the warehouse. Peter had never been more scared in his life. He wasn't even scared for himself. He was scared for Olivia. He was scared she would die and that freaked him out.

Luckily, Olivia was the best agent he knew. And he knew she'd find him. No matter how angry she was with him.

…

It didn't take long at all for Olivia to realize something was up. By Peter's mention of the pigeons, she knew he needed to be found. By the use of the word 'sweetheart', she knew it needed to happen soon.

Peter wasn't aware that while he lay on the hard warehouse floor, Olivia was actually doing all she could to find his location.

It seemed like ages that Peter lay there, bleeding from a head wound and his ribs hurting. He wanted to close his eyes, but he might not wake up if he did. That kept him awake.

The next series of events seemed blurred. Nathan came back. Peter figured the whole thing about knowing where Liv worked was just to freak him out a bit. Then, as Nathan was in the process of slashing up Peter's forearms, a loud bang sounded and the warehouse was filled with FBI agents. At this, Nathan panicked and stabbed Peter in the stomach before trying to run off (to no avail).

All Peter felt was his blood rushing out from his arms and his head throbbing. His eyes hurt from the rush of light. But when he saw Olivia's face, relief flooded him despite his pain.

"Olivia you found me." Peter was still lying on the warehouse floor. He was still tied up; hands tied in front of him, legs tied together at the ankles. Olivia undid these as quickly as she could with her trembling hands and grabbed his face.

"Peter, you have to stay awake. The paramedics are coming really soon."

"Olivia, you can't…you have to forget me."

"Peter, no." He was saying goodbye. He was dying and she saw it in his eyes. She felt him fading and she was panicking. "Don't say that."

"There are 6 billion other people. I'm sure you can find someone better than me." His breathing was labored.

"No, Peter. You can't say that. Please, just stay with me."

He didn't answer.

Olivia fought the urge to cry. She kept applying pressure to his stomach wound to try and stop all the blood.

"Peter…please…"

That was when the past few weeks finally caught up with her. She lay her head on Peter's chest in a very uncharacteristic move.

"Peter please wake up…" She cried.

Bad place to end, huh?

Okay, if you don't get the pigeons thing read: in one episode, Walter did this thing with pigeons and they found someone by using a flock of pigeons or whatever. Sorry for the bad explanation, but that's where it came from!