Yes I KNOW, you can all be mad at me if you want, but I am going to start this story. I can and am going too. I watched DWTS most of the season, and loved it. Every time I watched, I thought of #Olitz, (and TG shaking his hips).

And then I got a tweet from QueenGladiator_ (WitchedWitch on fanfic) to do an #OlitzDirtyDancing fic. So PLEASE tweet her if you don't like this. It's ALL her fault.

THIS IS HAPPENING, so wrap your heads around it. I will not forget about my stories but these chapters will not be as lengthy. But I do hope you go along with this #dance and enjoy the music Fitz and Olivia can make together. So all I can say is PLEASE forgive me, and leave me #YourJudgesScores.

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(President Fitzgerald Grant III is about to have his 1st State Dinner. He's in his first term, a widower, with two children- twin girls (poor Fitz.) He's has the looks, charms, hair and eyes, but he has a #BigProblem ladies; he has #TwoLeftFeet.

Ever since his Inauguration, he has not been seen dancing in public. His Chief Of Staff won't let him "Embarrass the Country" again. And since his girls have been obsessed with "Dancing with the Stars," push him to take professional dancing lessons.

Using his #TwoLeftFeet and #Swag he badly dances his way into Professional Dancer Olivia Pope's life, where they learn to have "The Time of Their Lives."

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"The Time of My Life"

Chapter 1: "Two Stepping At the Top of the Hour"

"President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant and the White House, is in preparation for his first State Dinner for the President and First Lady of France. After his "dancing" at his Inauguration, the White House is pushing the President to take lessons. "

"With the State Dinner for the French President and First Lady only 8 weeks away, one would hope that President Grant would brush up on his two-step. At his Inaugural Balls, if we all remember, the President stepped on more than a few toes. The White House said that the President never claimed to be the best dancer while getting elected into office, but one would hope that he would seek lessons, to help for the preparations of his first State Dinner."

"President Grant's twin daughters are rumored to be huge fans of Dancing with the Stars. His COS commented earlier in the year that his girls, drag him up every Monday night to watch the broadcast, hoping the President would learn a few things. The girls are also hoping to convince their Dad for their own lessons. It is rumored that President Grant will agree to the lessons."

"The White House has failed to comment, but it would seem that President Grant is considering taking dancing lessons and looking into teachers. Whoever the teacher would be, will be only lucky lady."

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"Lauren, please get my Chief of Staff in here right now," Fitz called on the intercom. He just saw the morning Press Conference, and needed to find out what was going on. "Also when my daughters get home from school, please have their agent bring them to me please."

"Yes Mr. President," Lauren replied back, looking at the other secretaries. Lauren made the phone call, and Fitz's Chief of Staff went into the Oval.

They made their way across the room. His Chief of Staff looked at him, and didn't break a smile, frown or anything. They knew why they were called into the Oval, and if all things went well, Fitz would agree to this.

"Care to comment on anything," Fitz asked his Chief of Staff.

"No Hi, Hello, How are you today," the person shot back. They then went to sit in a chair, beside the Resolute desk.

"Fine," Fitz grimaced. Two could play this game. He had some time to waist, and was not eager to get to his next meeting just yet. "Hi. Hello. How are you?"

"Great Sir," his Chief of Staff said back. "And you on this sunny but brisk day?"

"I was doing great, until I turned on this morning's Press Conference, and saw these reports being shown."

The person said, "Oh really," playing coy. "So, is anything interesting happening? I thought today was a slow news day for once."

"Ah huh," Fitz sneered. "Well let me show you how slow the news is today?" Fitz then played the Press Conference from this morning, showed the news reports he saw, and the headlines. They were top of the hour. Fitz put down the morning paper, and watched his Chief of Staff. "Anything you would like to tell me?"

"No Mr. President. Why would there be?"

"Well let's see. I come into the Oval this morning and expect to turn on the news and not see anything earth shattering. I have gotten to spend a lot of time with my girls, over the weekend, and feel relaxed today. I sit down and see I am the Top of every hour." Fitz groaned back.

"That's good Mr. President. The press is saying anything negative about you. So what is the problem?"

"The problem is that someone from my Senior Staff told the Press I am considering taking dancing lessons," Fitz shot at his Chief of Staff.

His Chief of Staff folded their legs. "It's just speculation Sir. It will make you look good in front of the nation, and the French President and his Wife. I don't see the why you are so upset. It's not like it's a secret that you have two left feet."

"I have a country to run, and two little girls to raise," Fitz pushed off his desk and walked to the window. "Plus with meeting after meeting, multiple briefings to attend, and a State Dinner to prepare for, what makes you think I have TIME FOR DANCING LESSONS! I am not going to turn into Fred Astair."

"Mr. President," the Chief of Staff tried to interject. "The Senior Staff and your girls feel this is a good idea."

"Are you all out of your minds," Fitz bellowed. "Look I know since the girls lost their mother, and me being elected to the Presidency I have not had much of a social life. This could be some ploy to set me up with a date for the State Dinner. I seriously don't have time to do this. You need to tell the press, I am not doing these lessons."

Fitz's Chief of Staff, walked past him and picked up his scotch. They did not say anything and poured themselves a drink and one for Fitz. "Sit down Sir."

Fitz stood their surprised. "You don't drink scotch."

"You're right," they replied back. "But right now I am. So sit. I am on your side, just hear me out."

Fitz did what he was asked. He looked at the tumbler, filled with the brown liquid and smiled. He picked it up and realized it was still before noon and put it back down. He sat back and looked at his Chief of Staff. They had been friends for a long time, and if it wasn't for them, he would not be White House.

"So," Fitz asked. "You have anything to say."

"Mr. President," they put their glass down and looked up.

"I think you can call me Fitz. We've been friends a long time. You've known me longer than most, and you're drinking my scotch," Fitz shot back, with a smile.

They took a big breath and looked at their boss. "Fitz, the girls gave me the idea. It would be good for you to get out, have fun, and learn how to dance. You haven't done anything since losing their mother," the person softly answered. "Look I know you don't date. It's hard being in the White House to meet a credible woman, but this could be good for all of you."

"I know. But you do realize that I am President now. I don't have time for this. I know I embarrassed myself when I dance the last time, stepping on whole lot of toes," Fitz said, running his fingers through his hair.

"Sir, you almost broke someone's toe - Twice."

Fitz grimaced at the thought. "Hey it was Hollis Doyle's daughter. I didn't think you'd mind."

"I didn't," they chuckled. "But we don't want to create an international incident. The President of France and his wife are good dancers. It would look good on your part to try this. Your approval ratings would go up. Plus you never know, you could literally sweep the right woman off her feet."

Fitz groaned. "I didn't peg you for the romantic type."

"I'm not but it wouldn't hurt. You should do this and think how happy you'll make the girls if you do."

"Urgh," Fitz moaned. "Which girls are we talking about? My daughters, or the eligible – career driven ladies after my 'Grant" name and charms."

"Mr. President," his Chief of Staff scolded him.

"Can I at least think about first?"

"Yes Sir, but what would you like me to tell the Press," his COS asked.

"Tell them nothing for now. Let's get everyone focused on something else. I really don't want the country to focus how well I don't shake it," Fitz pleaded. His Chief of Staff stiffened back a laugh left and Fitz went to work at his desk to prep for his upcoming briefings.

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"Daddy's Little Girls…" 5:30pm

Fitz was busy working at his desk in the Oval, when he realized he had not seen his girls yet. They normally went straight into the Living Room when they arrived home from school, so he was not surprised that they not come down right away. Plus if they had any idea why he wanted to talk to them, both his girls would be running for the hills.

His "Eldest" twin was Cristina "Nina" Rose Grant. She came out into the world, screaming her head off, adorning a full head of hair. At 6 lbs 6 oz she was the spitting image of their mother. She had long brown hair, with a natural wave, hazel eyes, and a laugh with a smile that melted your heart.

Now at the age of 10, she drove Fitz crazy. It would seem that the bigger she became, her mouth grew along with her. She pulled straight A's, was well liked at school, but once she got an idea into her head, they was no stopping her. If she had a plan, she would see it through, no matter how crazy it drove Fitz. She was very much like her mother.

His "youngest" twin girl, Isabelle Victoria Grant, or to close family members, "Bells" or "Vicki," was more quite, refined, and listened to Fitz. Born weighing 6 lbs 1oz, she inherited Fitz's curly hair and "Grant" blue eyes. She was shy, and only spoke in class if she needed to answer a question. Her teacher's knew that she knew the material, but often encourage her to speak up.

"Bells" did well in school and had a photographic memory. She did not have to study very hard to get a good grade. This drove "Nina" crazy. But after she started watching "Dancing With the Stars" Fitz saw her dancing in her room. She silently hoped Fitz would let them take lessons, but because of security concerns FItz was not sure how to make it happen.

Since losing their mother a few years ago, before he won the Presidency, the girls hardly saw his family. His parents were in California and came out to visit as often as they could. They tried to make it out every three months or so. His sister "Liz" visited her god-babies often because she lived in Maryland. She made it to see them at least once a month. She was the only one that called Isabelle -"Vicki."

Fitz walked into the residence and saw the girls watching TV. They did not know he was there and he snuck up on them.

"Daddy," they both screamed, got up and ran to hug him.

"You left me," he teased. They pulled away and looked up at him giving him adoring eyes.

"We did not." Nina shot back, feisty as ever. "Bell and I were going to come down and see you after we finished our homework. Right Bells?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes at her sister, but decided to cover for her anyway. "Yes Daddy."

"Ah huh," Fitz knew their routine. He scooped them up and brought them over to the couch and sat down with them. "So how was your day?"

Both girls told him about their day, and what happened at school. "How was your day Daddy," Nina asked, sweetly batting her eyes.

Fitz looked at her, she reminded him so much of their mother. "Well I was on time for my meetings and turned on the TV and saw that I was the top of the headlines. All the reporters and The Press Secretary could do was talk about me and my two lovely daughters."

"Dad you're the President of the United States," Bell told Fitz. "And we're the First Girls. Why wouldn't we be?"

"Yes I am Ladies but it would seem that someone told the staff that WE or shall I say ME may take dancing lessons," he leaned back looking at his girls. "Care to explain how that happened?"

"No Daddy," Nina replied, baffled.

"Nope," Bell said right after her.

"Hmm," Fitz said. "I guess then we won't sneak out for ice cream tonight then." The girls looked at each other and still didn't budge. Fitz noticed Bell biting her lip and Nina playing with her hair. A tell-tale sign they were getting nervous. "And I'll have to tell the chef to cancel our 'date' Friday night."

"Date?" Both girls said at the same time.

"Yes," Fitz said getting up. "I figured since both of you had been getting along, that we go OUT for dinner Friday night. I talked to a restaurant in town, had the Secret Service make a sweep, but I guess we can't go now."

"It's Nina's fault. She told someone you wanted to take dancing lessons," Bell screeched out. "I told you not to tell anyone."

"I did not," Nina nudged her sister. "It was your idea smarty pants. You the one that wants dancing lessons more than I do, even though it would be fun."

"Hey don't blame this on me. It was your idea. You the one that wants Daddy to bust a move and dance like Max from Dancing with the Stars. You think he's…what's the word…handsome."

"You weren't supposed to tell Belly," Nina then got up and threw a pillow at her sister. "It was a #TwinSecret."

"Okay girls that's enough," Fitz scolded them both. After both girls got in few more jabs at the other, and Fitz finally put an end to it, he asked, "So why is this so important to you. Why should I or WE take lessons?"

Isabelle and Cristina looked at each other. They had watched the videos of him and their mother dancing when they got married, and he looked so happy. Fitz was a terrible dancer back then also, but he looked happy. The girls wanted to see him be that way again.

Isabelle surprisingly spoke first. "Because when you danced with Mom you looked so happy." Fitz looked towards his daughter, and didn't know what to say.

"Bells, I…" he stammered out.

"Dad, we saw the video of you and Momma dancing. We know that was a long time ago, at your wedding but you looked so happy. Mom made you dance with her after that at least one a week to unwind. It always made you smile." Cristina then told Fitz, snuggling into his arm.

"Cristina," he softly said. "Isabelle, my sweet girls," he whispered. "That was a lifetime ago. When your Mom got sick, we couldn't do it anymore. If you remember, your Mom always said I had two left feet."

"Actually Daddy, Mommy told us you sucked at dancing," Nina pointed out, smirking at Fitz.

Fitz let out a small laugh. "I guess I do. You really think this would be good for us to do as a family. That is a good idea."

"No Dad it's a great idea. It's something we can all do together to get ready for your first State Dinner. We don't want you breaking anyone toes this time," Isabelle said to Fitz, giving him her best 'Grant' smile.

"Girls I don't know," Fitz frowned. "Not just anyone will take on the Leader of the Free World and his two daughters. You two are enough of a handful."

"Dad you're three times worse than we are," Bells spoke up, shocking Fitz. "What you are?"

Fitz and the girls talked a few moments more and decided that it would be a good idea to take some lessons. With the State Dinner eight weeks away, he might as well learn to dance with his kids, to make himself and the country look good. They went and ate dinner. He now needed a list of good teachers in the area.

Right when dessert showed up, his Chief of Staff showed up. The girls told them, "We ARE going to be taking dancing lessons. It's that great."

His COS smiled at the girls and Fitz. Fitz noticed that his COS winked at them, making them giggle. Fitz sat back, "Okay, what did I miss?"

"Daddy we already have the perfect teacher in mind. She's great and comes highly recommended," Nina pointed out. "We did some research just in case you said yes."

"Is that so," Fitz said, eyeing his COS.

"The teacher we found is best friends with Auntie Abby," Bells said, looking at his COS.

Abby then said, "Yes Mr. President. I do happen to have a friend that is a professional dancer. She is the best and I am sure can handle you and the girls. And to make this easier the Secret Service already checked and cleared her to be around you all."

"Is that so Abigail," Fitz said standing up walking to her. "I didn't know finding me a dance teacher was part of your Chief of Staff duties."

"It's not, but if the dancing shoes fit. Plus I did it as a favor for Nina and Bells," Abby looked to them and winked. "And I couldn't turn down an offer for free dessert."

"Ah and the truth comes out," Fitz said walking up to her, handing her a plate of dessert. "You three girls are going to make me go grey."

"To late," Bells muffled under her breath, making Fitz just about spit out his drink. Fitz shook his head and could not believe he was roped into this idea. After dinner he got the girls set up for the night and went down to the Oval. Abby came back inside and sat down on the couch. He walked over to her.

They talked about his morning schedule for the next day, and any last minute changes that needed to be made. Abby was about to leave when Fitz stopped her, "Abby this friend of yours, is she really the best."

Abby stopped and walked up to him. "Yes Sir she is. She's brilliant, smart, and could tap-dance literally around you and this entire White House without even trying. The girls will love her and you will to. All you have to do is try."

"Me being the President won't intimidate her," Fitz asked.

"No. She's a gladiator in heels. She's perfect for you and the girls," Abby pointed out, not realizing the truth behind her words.

"Okay," Fitz groaned. "Step up the meeting with her towards the end of the week. I don't believe I let you LADIES talk me into these dancing lessons."

"Yes Mr. President," Abby shot back, grinning from ear to ear. She reached the door when Fitz stopped her.

"Her name, Abigail? You still have not told me HER name." Fitz pointed out before she left the room.

"My Apologies, it's Olivia," Abby smiled. "Olivia Pope. Goodnight Sir." Abby then shut the door with the biggest smile on her face.

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Well there you go my Precious Pumpkins. I hope you like this new piece of #PureOlitzDelicous I have in store for you. I love writing these #OlitzPresidentialAU stories.

So ABBY is his Chief of Staff. I thought it would be different and you would get to see her work with Fitz in the White House. As you all know, she won't put up with Fitz's crap. Don't worry you'll see some other "Scandal Cast Mates" making an appearance in the next chapter. I won't say who, or how. You'll just be surprised.

So leave me your #JudgesScore and let me know if you are along for this POTUS Dirty Dance. If no one wants to read more, I'll just leave this as a one shot. Now come on, who wouldn't want to see Fitz's shaking his THANG!

#Crumbs, #Seeds and #JudgesScores…Me's