Lincoln Lee

Lincoln is a capable agent, smart and confident to a degree.  There have been times where he has risked his own safety in order to help his fellow agents.  

One example would be after he received 3rd degree burns, and he left a nano-regenerations chamber to stop Olivia Dunham from going over the bend.  Another example would be when he was trapped in a freezer and had to blown open the door in order to save his fellow agents from being infected with insects. 
 

He can be a bit apprehensive about his own abilities, anxious about whether he's as good as is superiors.  

Lincoln is terrible at keeping secrets, despite telling people otherwise.  This only really applies to personal secrets, he's perfectly capable of keeping secrets related to the government.    

Lincoln was not exactly unfamiliar with the concept of transdimensional travel. That was the entire point of Fringe Division, in a way. To hunt down and make sure things that went back and forth between the two universes had not infected their world. Quarantine them with amber, if they had. Lincoln, however, had not exactly expected to be this involved in the concept. 
 

To actually be in another world was something entirely different. It wasn't anything like the Director had written about, had told him. The differences were...well, different. He'd never be used to the absence of airships, he was so used to the noise they made in the background, in the sky. The lack of quarantine areas, no need for a Show-Me. The Earth that most of the humans here talked about was not even remotely similar to his own. 

The abundance of coffee was one thing he could get used to, and he'd probably miss back home. 

 

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Lincoln found people. Escaped prisoners.  Escaped patients.  Missing people.  Right now, he was looking for someone who fit a little of all three categories. A girl, missing from a rehab facility. Ran off in the middle of the night.  Not really considered a danger to others, more to herself. Red hair.  Kind of cute, if he thought about it. 

So he looked.  Just as he always did.  For her.  Olivia Dunham. 

Eventually, Lincoln is able to work out a pattern to how she’s moving.  It’s not terribly hard once he figures it out.  He works it out, and the next city, he’s waiting at the bus stop.  Calmly sitting, no one else with him. 

“It’ll be a lot less trouble for you if you let me take you back, instead of one of the others they’ve got looking for you,” he says as she passes him by.  Not unkindly, really.  He doesn’t like seeing people get hurt.