Walter Bishop opened the doors to the chamber, Olivia Dunham, not wanting to waste any more time, stripped quickly out of her clothes, removing her shoes, and hair band first, before peeling the socks off her feet and then undoing the button on her tight black trousers, she wiggled her hips to and fro, sliding the soft black fabric down her thighs, over her knees and then letting them fall to the ground, lifting one foot out of them at a time, the supple smooth skin of her toes touching the cold marble floor before resting the sole. Olivia noticed Peter watching from the other side of the room in a trance-like state, he noticed he had been spotted and snapped back into reality, looking away in a twitchy fashion, she smiled, as she didn’t really mind, she was quite confident about her body, but the sight of her black panties around Dr Walter Bishop did concern her slightly. Getting back to the task at hand, Olivia slid her black jacket off her shoulders and onto the chair, and began unbuttoning her thin white shirt. Walter Bishop turned to look at her impatiently as he prepped the computers, he didn’t seem happy about the arrangement; Olivia wished she had worn a vest. As she released the button from the third whole in her shirt, she reminded herself, the water would have to come into as much contact with her skin as possible in order for her to share the memories of her ex-lover John Scott. She undid the last button, moving her attention to her wrists, where more buttons restricted her from removing the last item of clothing. Peter found an interesting angle through use of a reflective table to continue looking at Olivia Dunham undressing without being noticed, he pretended to be reading a case file, the sight of her in skimpy black underwear wearing a white shirt, just a tad to long for her was enough to create a bulge in his jeans, he hoped the button she was attempting to undo would take a while longer, but then disregarded the thought as he remembered a man’s life was at risk. Smiling again as he remembered the CCTV was active. Olivia undid the last button, freeing her body from the shirt and gently walking towards the chamber. After Walter had finished whatever it was he was doing, he instructed for her to get in the chamber, she lowered herself into the lukewarm water, as Peter attached wires and sensors to her body they each secretly enjoyed the sensations whenever their skin would accidentally meet, the room was cold, and Peter tried not to smile as he noticed the small bumps in Olivia’s bra. “Be careful” said Peter as she fell back into the water. Peter closed the doors behind her. The water temperature was a severe contrast from the cold air of the lab, she listened to the sound of Walter Bishop instructing her, listening intently and then slowly drifting off to sleep.

***

Olivia was pulled out of the chamber by the Bishops; she stood their shocked from what she had seen and the sudden freezing cold temperature of the room. This time, none of the three had any alternate thoughts or motives other than making sure Olivia was okay. They wrapped her in a towel as the computers beeped and reported errors.

***

Peter sat in an office within the main lab, he was looking through old CCTV tapes, finding the log from a few days ago, he re-played the video, watching as Olivia Dunham undressed. As more and more of her perfect slender body came into view, his hand slipped further and further down his chest. Her perfect smooth thighs came into view, revealing more and more of her sexy legs, his hand grew close to his throbbing member just as his finger touched his pulsing cock, the door swung open, he tried to withdraw his hand quickly but the angle was all wrong and he didn’t manage it quick enough. It was Dunham at the door, but as Peter was behind a desk, she couldn’t see what he was watching, nor where his hand was, he decided not to move the hand in case she noticed where it was. “I just finished the paperwork for the John Scott investigation…” she said, Peter smiled, giving himself time to calm down and think, “Did you get him?” he asked. She smiled, obviously pleased with her achievement, “Yeah I did… I just got a call from Broyles; he’s got another case that requires our attention…” Peter didn’t look to happy about this, “What case is that?”. Olivia Dunham closed the door walking a little further into the room, Peter’s hand still out of sight, “He thinks it may be connected, and if it means closing this case for good then I welcome it.” She told him, “It’s a painting found in the motel room Scott had prepaid for, everything in the room is owned by the motel except for the painting which we assume to be Scott’s. It’s not that significant except for the fact it’s worth 200 dollars.” Peter discreetly stroked his hard rod, watching the tight white material on her slender belly raise and lower, “What’s so interesting about that?” Olivia knew this question would be asked, “Because according to an email received from a Grevorski Dreves, it was bought for nearly 2 million dollars by John… as far as we can tell, it’s not stolen, but it’s one of the few possessions of his we have and… in the case of John Scott, we can’t leave anything to the regular cops…” Peter nodded, as Dunham turned grasping the door handle with her long sensual fingers, her polished fingernails reflecting the light from the corner lamp, “It’s here in the lab already…” Peter realised he hadn’t spoken for a while, “I’ll be out in two secs…” he smiled, she nodded closing he door behind her, Peter getting a glimpse of her firm buttocks. He turned off the computer, removing his hands from his jeans carefully and walking into the lab, annoyed he hadn’t been able to finish.

Walter was taking a look at the painting, “Well they where right to give it to us, there’s traces of all kinds of ridiculous chemicals on this canvas… and the frame is made of a metal I’ve never seen before.