When Olivia walked into the office Monday morning, few people had yet to make it into the office, however those who were there were milling about in the break room.
“What’s going on?” Olivia asked as she walked in the room.
“New coffee maker,” one agent said excitedly.
“Someone had it delivered a couple of minutes ago,” another one added.
Olivia had a pretty good idea who was behind the appearance of the new device. She went to her desk, picked up the phone, and punched in some numbers. She began to twist the phone cord around her fingers.
“Bishop,” was the response after two rings.
“You really outdid yourself, Peter. People are going nuts over this new coffee maker.”
“I’m glad I could help,” replied the tinny voice.
“You really didn’t have to do that you know,” Olivia noticed she had trapped her fingers in the phone cord.
“Well, I figured when I am at the office there’s no need for me to suffer along with the rest of you,” he chuckled.
“Didn’t it cost quite a bit? I’m pretty sure I saw a cappuccino setting on it,” she shouldered the phone and began to free her fingers.
“What can I say, when you don’t have much of a social life, and when the FBI takes care of the bills, you begin to notice you have a bit of extra cash laying around.”
“Not that much extra cash. Well, the entire department thanks you, Mr. Bishop.”
“Oh, please. It was nothing, Agent Dunham.”
There was a moment of silence between the two. Olivia wasn’t quite sure what to say. She wanted to say thank you personally for his efforts to fulfill her Christmas wishes.
Peter spoke up, “Well, two out of three ain’t bad, right?” Olivia could hear the smile over the phone.
“Two out of three what?” Olivia was confused.
“Two out of three items on your Christmas wish list. I talked to Broyles and he said that the payroll couldn’t handle another promotion this year. So no office. At least not this year.”
“In that case, two out of three isn’t bad at all,” she smiled in return. She was still amazed at how much effort he put into making her life a bit happier.
“Well, I need to go. My body guard is taking me shopping and I said we could leave five minutes ago. Just a minute, honey,” he called to someone in the background. “Sorry, about that,” he said to Olivia.
She didn’t acknowledge the interruption. Instead she said, “Thank you, Peter.”
“Have a merry Christmas, Olivia.” The line clicked and went dead.
Suddenly Olivia wished things were different. She wished that she the one he was looking for.
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part 3
Date: 2011-12-25 11:32 pm (UTC)“What’s going on?” Olivia asked as she walked in the room.
“New coffee maker,” one agent said excitedly.
“Someone had it delivered a couple of minutes ago,” another one added.
Olivia had a pretty good idea who was behind the appearance of the new device. She went to her desk, picked up the phone, and punched in some numbers. She began to twist the phone cord around her fingers.
“Bishop,” was the response after two rings.
“You really outdid yourself, Peter. People are going nuts over this new coffee maker.”
“I’m glad I could help,” replied the tinny voice.
“You really didn’t have to do that you know,” Olivia noticed she had trapped her fingers in the phone cord.
“Well, I figured when I am at the office there’s no need for me to suffer along with the rest of you,” he chuckled.
“Didn’t it cost quite a bit? I’m pretty sure I saw a cappuccino setting on it,” she shouldered the phone and began to free her fingers.
“What can I say, when you don’t have much of a social life, and when the FBI takes care of the bills, you begin to notice you have a bit of extra cash laying around.”
“Not that much extra cash. Well, the entire department thanks you, Mr. Bishop.”
“Oh, please. It was nothing, Agent Dunham.”
There was a moment of silence between the two. Olivia wasn’t quite sure what to say. She wanted to say thank you personally for his efforts to fulfill her Christmas wishes.
Peter spoke up, “Well, two out of three ain’t bad, right?” Olivia could hear the smile over the phone.
“Two out of three what?” Olivia was confused.
“Two out of three items on your Christmas wish list. I talked to Broyles and he said that the payroll couldn’t handle another promotion this year. So no office. At least not this year.”
“In that case, two out of three isn’t bad at all,” she smiled in return. She was still amazed at how much effort he put into making her life a bit happier.
“Well, I need to go. My body guard is taking me shopping and I said we could leave five minutes ago. Just a minute, honey,” he called to someone in the background. “Sorry, about that,” he said to Olivia.
She didn’t acknowledge the interruption. Instead she said, “Thank you, Peter.”
“Have a merry Christmas, Olivia.” The line clicked and went dead.
Suddenly Olivia wished things were different. She wished that she the one he was looking for.
She wished she was his Olivia.