A/N So, I have continued this little story some more, with several requests for more. I hope this satisfies some curiosity. I will continue to work on this! All mistakes are my own, I have not had a beta read through this. If you notice any glaring mistakes, message me. All critique and reviews are VERY much appreciated. (I only wrote this segment because of reviews.)
"Peter." Olivia's voice snapped his name as a command, causing him to pivot on his heel and face her.
"What?" There was no question in his tone, more of an irritated statement.
"Listen, you don't have to hide away in yourself, something is bothering you. Is it related to the case?"
"God, no. It's always the case with you." He retorted, knowing it was more to keep the prodding to stop than irritation at her dedication to the job.
"Is it a girl?" Walter broke in, grinning like a fool.
A flash of anger surged in him, "No," he snapped. Walter's face fell as he turned back to his crime scene, probing some disgusting remains. Turning away again, he took a deep breath to regain his control. He looked down at the hand that had appeared on his arm, and he glanced up into Olivia's eyes.
"You've seen me at my worst. Many times. Now let me be there for you." She smiled that little smile of hers, the one that she did right before she tossed the hair from her eyes and moved on to the next grim thing at her job.
He tried to downplay it again, "It's not that big a deal."
"For you to get this worked up, Mr. Play It Cool, it is a big deal. Usually, when things bother you, you plaster that sheepish grin of feigned innocence on your face. You had it the day I met you. Now," her voice softened. "I'm listening."