on considering playing him in a game;

[reidentified]

Hey— No, no, you're nuts. Balls-out nuts. We're not doing it. I'm not doing it.

You're gonna send an FBI agent out in the field - out in this - without back-up? This whole place is a fringe event theme park, so sit your ass down. Someone on the team's got to watch everybody else's backs, and that sure as hell ain't gonna be you.

I'm not going anywhere.

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[onlyoneof]

We have back-up!

[cortexiphaned]

[ Sorry, Charlie oh god that's the most beautiful thing I've ever written in a tag, but Olivia's just going to stand here and stare. For a moment, anyways, and then her hand's going to her gun. ]

I'm giving you two seconds to prove that you're actually Charlie.

[reidentified]

Legal back-up?

[onlyoneof]

... I don't think there's anything actually legal in camp.

[tether]

May I ask where you're headed, Agent Francis?

[skepticalities]

Define "back-up."

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[reidentified]

Seriously, Liv?

[But he's inching for his piece, too. What the hell?]

Aim for the head. I'd hate to shoot you.

[reidentified]

And who the heck are you?

[You don't look like one of the new guys...]

[getoutofthecar]

Don't be such a baby, Charlie.

IS IT TOO SOON TO TRY TO BADGER YOU INTO COMING TO ABAX? IS THAT TOO FORWARD?

[cortexiphaned]

[ This is harder than the first time she pulled on him, but if this is the Shapeshifter that killed him and took his skin coming back for seconds...

She pulls her gun and aims it at his head but she can't quite pull the trigger. Not yet. She has to know if it's really him. ] You're just going to let me shoot you?

[reidentified]

"Get there before actually die" kind of back-up, I'm a generous guy.

Who's asking?

[reidentified]

Camp.

[Years of working with Olivia teaches you how to verbalize several levels of "oh, really" with facial tics.]

Why are you in camp?

[skepticalities]

Generous, sure . . . ah, I believe that you would find that a number of people in these— places are at least capable of that, whether you're familiar with them or not.

I'm Agent Lincoln Lee.

[reidentified]

Jesus, there's like a million of you up in here.

Look, FBI protocol is FBI protocol, no buts about that unless your last is Dunham. Got that?

[getoutofthecar]

. . . ohhh. So, you're the less fun Charlie. Noted.

[tether]

Agent Lincoln Lee. Hartford field offices, normally. I have some clearance with Fringe cases, that's all.

[Yeah no he's not explaining shit to you, Charlie, that's just too awkward. HI I'M THE GUY WHO GETS TO BE ATTACKED AND INFECTED WITH STUFF NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE. No. Not doing that.]

NEVER TOO SOON AND NEVER TOO FORWARD, MAN

[reidentified]

I'll let you shoot first.

[But he does get his gun out not even a heartbeat after she pulls on him; it should be hard, but sometimes reflex and training just kick in.]

Don't give me a reason to shoot back.

[onlyoneof]

Do you want their "official" version or what actually happened?

[reidentified]

Funny, I don't remember reading that.

[Put your granny bloomers on, that's a noble job in Fringe Division. Being Walter's guinea human is dignified, man.]

[reidentified]

Agent Lincoln Lee. [Sing-songing that name, man.] Kindergarten must've loved you.

When'd you get transferred?

[reidentified]

Yeah, well, your face isn't fun to look at at all, so it evens out.

[reidentified]

Humor me.

[Come on, Peter, your dad's a walking science carnival half the time, no offense. How bad can it be?]

[skepticalities]

That's— [shaking his head.] That's an understatement.

A few months ago, actually. The end of September.

[getoutofthecar]

Or I could stand corrected.

[reidentified]

Huh.

[And then a Star Trek moment, because it's that kind of job nowadays:]

What year?