"Please Cyrus, I will be fine. I just can't make it in to work this week."

"He's not going to like this," Cyrus told Olivia after she called him saying she was not coming into do her job as press secretary.

"You know exactly what to do. And he and I aren't together anymore. You know this. My assistant will be there in a bit to attend all the meetings that I have scheduled. Please don't give her a hard time."

"Are you aware that you and Jacob Ballard are on every tabloid, newspaper, channel, and newsfeed there is? Are you screwing him?"

"God no!"

"Are you screwing anyone?"

"I'm not exactly sure how that is any of your business but no I'm not."

"Not even…"

"No Cyrus, not even Fitz."

"I'm just wondering."

"Well wonder later. Tell him that I will be in hopefully next week."

Before Cyrus could say anything, she hung up. Something had to be wrong for her to miss an entire week of work. And her not telling him anything about it was more worrying. Cyrus went into the Oval and met Fitz's eye.

"Is she in yet?" Fitz asked staring down at something on his desk.

"Olivia's not coming in."

"Have you seen these?" Fitz handed him all the tabloids and newspapers on his desk, wanting them out of his sight. "Why isn't she coming in?"

"I have seen them. I don't know why she isn't coming. She just called and told me she wasn't coming."

"She's not answering my calls or texts. You call her and tell her I want her in this office in thirty minutes. I will send Tom and Hal to go get her if she doesn't." Fitz threatened as he went into his private study.

Cyrus pulled out his cell phone and sent Liv the message and waited for a response. He went in after Fitz once she replied.

"She's not coming."

Fitz stood and went to the door getting Tom's attention, "go get her."

After an hour the two agents came back to Fitz. "She's not home and not at OPA. Her car is in the garage at the apartment though."

Severely irritated, Fitz took Cyrus's phone and called Olivia.

"I'm not kidding, Cyrus."

"Neither am I, Olivia," Fitz scolded her. "I want you in the Oval now."

"I'm sorry Mr. President but that it's a possibility right now. My assistant is on her way to the White House to cover for me. I'll be out at least for the week if not more. You'll just have to deal with Abby until I'm able to get back."

"Able? Since when are you not 'able' to come to work?"

"Fitz."

"If this is about you and me I told you that as long as you stayed as press secretary that I will not bother you. I just need to know that you are safe and protected. We might not be together but I still care."

"And I still care about you and your safety which is why I'm not coming in."

"Then where are you? I'll come to you."

"You know that's not possible."

"I can make it possible. Tell me where you are."

"No."

"At least tell me that you're safe. Is Jake with you?"

"NO! HE IS NOT WITH ME!"

Fitz hit a nerve. Something had happened, and it had to involve Jake. "Liv, are you safe?"

"For now."

"Oh my God, Olivia! I've had it! Tell me where you are right now."

Olivia let out a huge sigh; she was not going to win this one. "James Madison Hospital."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."