"You shouldn't be here." Fitz told her after his initial shock wore off.

"Aren't you gonna invite me in?" Olivia asked, her voice enriched with desire and a look of seduction in her glossy eyes.

She took a step to enter his apartment only for him to obstruct her path with his arm.

He ignored her question and reiterated, "You shouldn't be here."

"Why do you have company?"

Olivia peeked over his shoulder, trying to get a better look inside his apartment.

"No but-"

"So why can't I come in?" She challenged.

"It's late."

"And a little drafty."

Olivia pulled the flaps of her robe closer to her body, conveying to him that she was cold.

He knew he'd regret it later, but he didn't want to think that far ahead. That lack of thinking was what got him into trouble in the past. He was trying his very best not to let history keep repeating itself. He wanted to break that wash, rinse, repeat cycle and do better - be better. He already knew better, he was just obstinate.

With a deep sigh he dropped his arm and moved to the side, opening the door wider to give her access into his place of residence. Olivia smiled victoriously as she walked through the threshold. She knew she'd get her way. She always did even if it took some convincing. Fitz closed the door behind her. Being the good host he was, even to unwanted guests, he offered:

"Can I get you something to eat or drink?"

"We both know I didn't come all the way over here for that."

"A simple 'no thanks' would have sufficed." He retorted.

She disregarded his sarcastic remark and walked around his pad, touching this and tankering with that as she spoke.

"I've been calling you." She said casually.

Fitz folded his arms over his chest. So that was what they were doing. He was prepared for the heated "discussion" he was sure would ensue.

"I know."

"And texting you." She added.

"I know that too."

Olivia put down the framed picture she'd been holding of Fitz and a young boy who vaguely resembled him. She'd never seen this picture before. She wondered if the kid was his son she wasn't aware existed. Of course she'd never come out and ask him about the boy's identity. That was also against the rules...talking about their personal lives. Again, she was the one who established that rule. Fitz hated it because he was desperate to know Olivia on an intimate level that went way beyond meaningless sex. He wanted to get to know the real Olivia Pope not the formidable Olivia Pope the rest of the world got to see.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? Were you with a woman?"

"Does it matter?" Fitz deflected her questions with one of his own.

"No but you could've at least texted me back."

"Why would I do that? You're not my girlfriend. I don't have to check in with you." He asserted.

Fitz was quickly growing annoyed. Her hot and cold attitude was getting real old, real fast. The ache that frequented in his head was back due to the severe whiplash Olivia gave him with her unceasing mood swings.

"Really? You're really gonna be that petty?"

Fitz nodded.

"Wow, okay."

"How am I supposed to be, Olivia? One minute you're all over me and in the next you're dismissing me like I'm your damn servant. You say we're not allowed to talk about personal matters yet you've been blowing up my phone for the past two hours, showing up at my apartment unannounced, and giving me the third degree all for what...sex? You're a very beautiful woman, there is no doubt in my mind you could get any man you want to sleep with you. You could go just about anywhere to get laid - a club, a bar, a restaurant, your ex-husband's house…" She narrowed her eyes at him mentioning her ex. That was low. "...but instead you show up here asking me all these goddamn questions. Why is that? Is my dick game really that strong?"

"You know what, screw you, Fitz. You were right, I shouldn't be here and now I'm leaving so you can fuck yourself."

Olivia shoved passed him, stomping to the door. Fitz followed her. He wasn't going to let her leave that easily. As soon as she opened the door, he pushed it closed with powerful force.

"Move!" She demanded, twisting and turning the door knob, trying to pull the door back open.

It didn't budge because Fitz's large hand was still pressed against it.

"No we're gonna talk about this, Olivia whether you want to or no-"

Before Fitz could finish his sentence, Olivia's hand came in contact with his side of his face, stunning him into silence. Her action was a bold one that made Fitz's eyes glare, nose flare, and jaw clench. Angry wasn't the word to describe how he felt. He was fucking pissed. No she did not just have the audacity to strike him. He wanted to retaliate. His palms were itching to slap her back, but he was taught to never raise his hand to a woman no matter how much she deserved it. He had a mother and sister he loved dearly and wouldn't hesitate to kill any man who dared put his hands on either one of them.

Instead of hitting her, he came up with another way to exact revenge on her. He was going to regret this later along with letting her in in the first place, but again he was a work in progress. She wanted to fuck then fuck they shall.

Without a word, Fitz spun her around so she was facing the door. He roughly pushed up her robe and gown, exposing the sexy scrap of lace that did nothing to cover her perfectly molded ass. His right hand pushed her panties to the side while his left worked on freeing his manhood. It sprang out of it confinements. He spat on his fingers and used them to lubricate the tip of his penis. He guided his stiff cock into her heat.

"Mmm Fitz…" She moaned.

"Shut up." He snarled in her ear.

He gripped her tiny waist and proceeded to jackhammer into her pussy with his drill. There were no emotions...maybe anger and frustration, no foreplay, no sloppy kisses exchanged, nothing. What they were doing was pure raw fucking. This was exactly what Olivia wanted. That was the reason she was over there. She said so herself.

It didn't take either of them long to get off. Fitz didn't bother trying to soothe her like he usually attempted to do after they had intercourse. He didn't wrap his arms around her, kissing her neck, trying to cajole her into spending the night with him, getting upset when she refused. Instead he pulled his boxers and shorts back up and left Olivia to clean herself up in private. She didn't need him to show her where the bathroom was since she'd been to his apartment numerous times. She knew her way around the place because he'd taken her on just about every surface in every room.

While Olivia got cleaned up in the bathroom, Fitz was gulping a full glass of filtered tap water in his kitchen. He swallowed the last drop and sighed, now feeling somewhat refreshed. That, however, didn't give him the strength he needed to face Olivia. In all honesty, he didn't want to nor was he ready to. He refilled his cup with the same choice of beverage before he headed to his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

Minutes later, Olivia reluctantly exited the bathroom. She didn't want to have another confrontation with Fitz, but she couldn't stay locked in his bathroom forever. She had to get home and unfortunately there was only one way out. She tiptoed down the hall in the opposite direction of his bedroom and was relieved to see he was nowhere in sight. She took her chance and escaped before he reappeared.

Fitz waited until he heard the front door close before he left his room. He did a lap around his apartment to make sure Olivia had really left. He expelled a breath he had no idea he'd been holding in. He walked over to the door Olivia walked out of only minutes ago and locked it. He then flicked all of the lights off and went to the bathroom to empty his bladder.

As he washed his hands, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had sobered up. The ire he used as an anesthetic to numb his conscience had worn off. The guilt he figured he would feel after treating Olivia like a whore was finally setting in. Olivia didn't deserve such treatment. She just made him so mad. The man looking back at him had his same face, same eyes, same nose, same hair, same everything, but it wasn't him. Fitz didn't recognize that guy - that monster. What had Olivia done to him? She casted her spell on him and this was the result of her witchcraft. She was the only person who could bring out this ugly side of him. Not even Mellie or the long list of other crazy women he'd been with could extract such a reaction from him and tried his patience they did. Fitz was letting Olivia control him and his life. This had to stop. He couldn't take much more of it.

Fitz turned the water off and dried his hands on the gray hand towel hanging from the ring mounted on the wall next to the sink. He then made his way back to his room. He wanted to resume sleeping, but knew that wasn't going to happen right away, not after what had just transpired. He retrieved his phone from its resting place on his nightstand and requested to FaceTime his sister who resided in Santa Barbara, California. It had just turned nine where she was so he knew it wasn't too late to call her. Times like now were when he missed her the most. She always knew what to say and do to make him feel better. They were still very close despite living on different coasts. She was still his person. On the fourth ring, she answered. A wide grin split his face as soon as he saw hers.

"Hey Tommy."

Fitz groaned. His smile instantly turned into a slight frown. He hated that nickname just as much as he hated her calling him it. She was the only person he'd let get away with it though.

"Hey K-bear." He smirked.

She too had a nickname she despised and that was it.

"Fitzgerald, don't make me hop on a plane and fly all the way across the country just to beat your pale ass 'cause I'll do it." She threatened.

"No you won't." Fitz sang, teasing her in his annoying little brother voice.

"Not right now of course but as soon as Dean is completely healthy you can expect to see me in Washington with a fresh can of whoop ass for you."

Fitz laughed. He knew he could count on his sister to take away his worries if only for the moment.

"So what are you doing up so late? It's what...midnight over there, right? What you'd just get in? Karen asked.

"Uh yeah...I was um...I was just about to go to sleep and wanted to call you and wish you a goodnight before I retired." Fitz mostly fibbed.

Karen shook her head. She knew him better than anyone which meant she knew when he was lying. Something or someone had to give.

"Uh uh, no. I'm not buying that. You forget how well I know you, Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the Third. Something's going on with you. Spill."

"Kar, I'm fine...really. I'm just a little stressed out over this case we're handling at work. It isn't exactly an easy one." He completely lied.

Karen still didn't believe him, but she knew not to push him. When he was ready, he'd let her in. She took a different route. The route that always kept her close to her only sibling. The route Fitz was never afraid to venture on. The two of them built trust and a deep bond on that route. That route was support.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Fitz gave her a gentle smile.

"You know I can't. Client confidentiality."

"I know, I know. I just want you to be okay. I wish I could visit you and maybe understand why you moved to that state infested with dirty corrupt politicians instead of staying in sunny California."

Fitz chuckled and shook his head.

"You have nothing to worry about. I know I've said that a million times before when I was involved in a lot horrible situations but I mean it this time. I really do miss you though and my little man. How is he by the way?"

Karen smiled brightly, something Fitz hadn't seen her do since she found out her six year old son, Dean, was diagnosed with Leukemia.

"He's doing a lot better than he was before. You should see him now. He looks so healthy and strong, no longer pale and fragile. I'm telling you, Fitz, he looks so much different. I bet if you saw him you wouldn't even recognize him."

She spoke animatedly. Her young son was getting better. She had a lot to be thankful for and happy about. She looked how she sounded...uplifted.

"I'm happy to hear Din Din's feeling better. I'm gonna have to make arrangements to visit you guys again soon."

"You don't know how happy Dean will be to see his Uncle Tom Tom. He loves you so much."

Fitz smiled at her warm words. His sister and kid nephew were all he had left. His mother passed away some years back. They didn't associate with their sperm donor, Fitz especially. Fitz and Dean were also all Karen had left. Her ex-husband left her after they learned of their son's illness. He blamed her for giving birth to a "defective" child as he put it.

"Well…" Fitz started. "...I'm gonna let you go. I'm starting to feel the effects of my long day. "I'll call you tomorrow." He promised.

He fake a yawn, hoping she'd fall for his act.

"Okay, get some rest. I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too sis. Goodnight."

Just as he was about to hit the end button, Karen's voice stopped him.

"Oh Tommy, real quick before you go-"

"What's up, Kar?"

"You're a terrible actor. Don't quit your day. Love you, bye!"

And with that she quickly hung up on him before he could respond. Fitz shook his head at her jest. His sister was truly something else. Olivia was his tornado and Karen was a whole nother natural disaster he couldn't begin to describe. Karen did what he expected her to. She cheered him up. Now it was time to call his best friend, Leo Bergen. Leo was a corporate lawyer like Fitz used to be. They were childhood friends and still remained as adults. He too was a California native and still lived in the Golden State.

Leo missed Fitz's first call, but Fitz was able to get through to him on the second. "Hey, what's up buddy?" He was out of breath.

Fitz's face scrunched. He knew Leo wasn't the type to exercise and the only kind of running he did was when an angry husband was chasing him after catching him banging his wife. As far as Fitz could tell, neither of those things were occurring. That only meant one other thing.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing." Fitz asked, afraid of the answer he was about to receive.

"Nah, I just finished. Sorry I missed your call the first time, I was in the middle of bust-"

Fitz quickly cut him off, "I got it. I don't need you to put that visual in my head."

Leo chuckled at his friend's expense. Fitz was glad their call wasn't video.

"I need to talk to you." He continued.

"Uh oh, that doesn't good. About Olivia I presume."

Leo was the only person who knew about Fitz and Olivia's secret whatchamacallit. Olivia may had been able to keep her feelings bottled up, but he couldn't. They weren't programmed the same way.

"Yea-"

Fitz started to say when he was rudely interrupted by an equally rude high pitched female voice on Leo's end. God her voice was annoying. Like nails on a chalkboard annoying. Leo sure knew how to pick 'em.

"Who the fuck's Olivia?" He heard her not so politely ask.

"Oh ya know, she's a friend of mind your damn business. I don't think you know her." He answered sarcastically.

Fitz hollered in laughter. Leo never failed to keep him entertained. He listened to their entire exchanged, amused.

"You know what, fuck you and your puny dick!" She shouted.

Leo was unbothered.

"Something you literally just got done doing five seconds ago." He threw back at her.

She was arguing with a lawyer and a good one at that. She wasn't going to win. She knew that and as a woman nothing was more frustrating than a guy being the victor in a disagreement. She collected her belongings, leaving him with a, "I hope you catch something and your shrimp dick falls off!", before storming out of his house, slamming the door behind her.

"Bye! Don't let the door hit your flat ass on the way out." Leo called out to her. He turned his attention back to Fitz. "I'm gonna marry her one day."

"Ha! That marriage won't last very long."

"Yeah, you're probably right. When I was hitting it from the back it felt like I was humping drywall. I couldn't deal with that for a lifetime...anyway sorry you had to hear that. Now what were we talking about before my future ex-wife interrupted us?"

"Olivia." Fitz reminded him to which he responded with a head nod and...

"Ah right, your ridiculously hot boss who you're having sexual rendezvous with."

"I don't know why I told you that."

"I'm your best friend. It's a requirement. You can't not tell me stuff like this. That's the point of having a best friend. If not me then who will you turn to to unload all of your problems on?"

"A therapist. Someone who's a professional and will give me sound advice."

"True but where's the fun in that?"

It seemed like all of Fitz's guy friends were living their best lives as single men while he was fretting over a woman who wasn't even his. Why was he the only one constantly being put in predicaments and suffering the consequences while Leo, Marcus, and Harrison did the same things he'd done and sustained no retribution?

"What's going on now between you two? Did you finally get promoted from her boy toy to her boyfriend?"

"I honestly don't know where Olivia and I stand right now, not after what happened tonight."

"What happened tonight?"

"I fucked her."

There was a brief pause in conversation. Leo finally spoke up after thirty seconds passed because it was clear Fitz wasn't going to elaborate without some prodding.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Because it was."

Leo was confused. How could sex with an extremely attractive woman be a bad thing? Unless the sex was unsatisfactory, but he already knew that wasn't the case.

"I'm not following. You're gonna have to explain."

Fitz blew out a breath.

"Olivia and I had sex earlier today at the office. Immediately after, Olivia acted like classic Olivia. Ya know - cold, distant, guarded-"

"Callous, emotionally unresponsive..." Leo finished for him.

"Then she had the nerve to ask me if I was going over her place as I was about to go home. I told her it was unlikely because I was going out for drinks with the guys. She was hitting me up the whole time I was out. I didn't take any of her calls or respond to any of her texts. I guess she thought I took a woman home because she showed up here in her lingerie. I called her out about her behavior and she slapped me when she tried to run and I wouldn't let her. Then I took her against my door out of anger." Fitz summarized his night.

"Damn. What happened after that? Did you guys talk?"

Fitz gave him the shortened version.

"No, I went to my room and she left."

"You and her need to talk." Leo told him what he already knew.

"I don't have anything to say to her except maybe 'I'm sorry' but that's it. We both made it loud and clear what we want and they're obviously not the same things. There's nothing more to talk about."

"If that's how you feel I won't tell you you're wrong but I will say this...you cannot continue to allow that woman to treat you like an over glorified gigolo. Let her go. She's no good for you. She's draining the life out of you like some sex-crazed vampire. Whatever you guys got going on started off great and fun but things have gotten much more complicated and neither of you signed up for this. Heed my advice and get out while you still can. Do not allow yourself to fall deeper for her any more than you've already have. Save yourself from having to pick up the pieces of the broken heart you will endure if you continue sleeping with her. She's not interested in being in a committed relationship like you are. You want something serious and she just wants someone to get her through the night. Get out and move on."

"That's easier said than done." Fitz muttered stubbornly. "I can't."

"Why can't you?" Leo probed.

Fitz was becoming flustered. He struggled to verbalize his feelings.

"Because I-it's not that simple."

"Then simplify it for me."

Leo's goading caused Fitz to snap.

"I love her okay?!" He yelled into the phone. "I love her. There. I said it. Is that simple enough for you? I love her. I'm in love with her. She's the love of my life. I'm already in too deep. You don't think I've tried to undo what she's done to me? I have. I've tried to resist her. I've tried to ignore her. I've tried to have sex with her without feeling anything other than lust. I've tried everything and nothing's worked. I don't think there's anything I can do to make myself fall out of her love with her. I should've let her go when I had the chance but I waited too long and now I'm stuck." He confessed weakly.

Leo gave Fitz a moment to calm down. He didn't mean to rile him up, but he needed to hear the truth and get out the emotions he'd been trying his hardest to suppress.

"I know I joke around a lot but I don't when I know someone's in peril especially when that someone is my best friend. You're in danger, Fitz. Olivia is dangerous and capable of hurting you. Look what she's done to you already. The amount of power she possesses over you is absurd and unhealthy. I can't sit back and bite my tongue while you let her destroy you...I refuse. I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life but you don't exactly have the best record in good decision making. Maybe this time you'll listen to me."

Fitz didn't say anything. He remained mute as he pondered Leo's words. He knew Leo was only looking out for him. He appreciated the tough love. He didn't like it, but was definitely appreciative to have a friend like Leo who could tell him when he was wrong and didn't have a problem checking him when he needed it.

"I...you're right. It's not easy to hear nor is it easy to admit but it wouldn't be the truth if it was." Fitz conceded followed by a tired sigh. "Look I'm gonna call it a night. Thanks for the advice. I'll talk to you later."

They knew this conversation was far from over, but that was enough for tonight. It was evident in Fitz's voice that he was weary physically, mentally, and especially emotionally.

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night."

The call was disconnected. Fitz didn't even attempt to go back to sleep that night. He had a lot to think about and decisions to make and his mind wasn't going to let him rest until he figured them out.

Across town, Olivia was at least making an effort to fall asleep. Going over Fitz's place wore her out in more ways than one. Her eyes slowly drifted shut as her body was finally succumbing to its exhaustion. Too bad the moment left as fast it came thanks to her cellphone's ringtone resounding through the room.

"Ahhhhh!" She groaned in exasperation before reaching over and snatching the device off of her bedside table where it had been previously charging.

"What?" She answered, not bothering to see who was calling her first.

Olivia listened to a feminine voice frantically speak. She shot up in bed, grabbing a notepad and pen she kept in the drawer of her bedside table.

"Take a deep breath and say that one more time."

The woman obliged. As she spoke more audibly, Olivia scribbled down the information being rattled off to her.

Abby slapped a photograph of a distinguished looking religious African American man who appeared to be in his late sixties, on one of the frosted angled windows in the conference room of OPA. All of the gladiators were present at the meeting except Olivia and David. All nine of them looked how they felt...sleep deprived.

"The right Reverend Marvin Drake, sixty-eight year old civil rights' leader, gay marriage crusader - our nation's pastor." She informed the rest of the group while they sifted through pictures of the reverend sprawled out on the table they were sitting around.

Harrison opted to stand, pacing back and forth. He didn't trust himself. He was afraid he'd fall asleep if he sat in one of the comfortable chairs.

"Everyone knows who Pastor Drake is." He said, wanting to speed this process along so he could go back home to his warm bed and resume catching z's.

Abby didn't let his grumpiness deter her from doing her job. She stuck more pictures up on the cracked window.

"Well his wife doesn't know where he is. He's missing and he's supposed to be at the National Prayer Breakfast with the President and the important half of Congress in nine hours."

"He's got enemies." Heck stated.

"Since he officiated that mass gay marriage in the nationals mall last spring, he'd had over a hundred death threats." Angela piggybacked off of Huck.

"So much for turning the other cheek." Fitz grumbled.

He wasn't happy to be called into the office during the middle of the night either, even though he hadn't been sleeping when he got the call. On the bright side, at least he didn't have to see Olivia right now since she was at the missing pastor's house, talking to his wife who was the woman that called her earlier.

"He's always home by nine. He pours his sherry, reads a verse or two, asleep by ten, like clockwork. I know it hasn't been long enough to call the police and I know what a news story it'll be if I do but I'm telling you, Olivia, something has happened to him. I can feel it." Nancy Drake, Pastor Drake's wife, briefed Olivia as she paced the floor.

Olivia stood still, retaining the information she was being told. She realized Nancy stopped talking and used the moment of silence to reassure the older refined woman.

"Nancy, I understand the position you and your family are in and although I can't guarantee you we'll find your husband, I can assure you my team and I will do everything in our power to."

Nancy stuck out her hand. Olivia took it and they shook hands.

"Thank you so much."

Olivia gave her a sympathetic smile.

"You're welcome."

They retracted their hands simultaneously. Nancy saw Olivia to the door. It was the least she could do for the time being.

"I'll be in touch."

Olivia said before she left to head over to the office.

Back at OPA

Fitz lowered his phone from his ear as he entered Huck's office.

"No luck at the shelter."

Angela was hot on his heels.

"No sign of him at his church or office."

Huck was typing furiously on his computer.

"Nothing on the police scanners but at eight fourteen, he withdrew five hundred dollars from an ATM on the corner of Connecticut and K street. Something called Camelot."

"What's nearby?" Fitz asked.

"Strip club." Marcus and Harrison responded at the same time as they joined the trio.

Fitz, Huck, and Angela shot them the same look.

"What?" They asked.

Huck shook his head and turned back to his computer screen.

"What's the Scorpion Room?"

"Gay bar." Angela said.

At this point, the other four (Abby, Stephen, Quinn, and Charlie) were also in the room gathered around Huck's computer.

"The Adams Morgan hotel is across the street." Stephen pointed out.

Abby's phone buzzed. She checked it to see she had a text from Olivia.

Liv: I'll be there in 5.

"Liv said she'll be here in five minutes." She told the group.

"Tell her to reroute to the hotel. We'll meet her there." Fitz told her as they all filed out of the office.

Olivia strode down the hallway on the floor Pastor Drake's room was supposedly located. Her gladiators marched behind her.

"Married dude pays for a hotel room in cash, nine times out of ten, he's getting it in with a hooker." Harrison said.

"Let's get all the facts before we jump to conclusions, people."

Olivia knocked on the door before she entered, waiting for a response.

"Pastor Drake, are you in there?"

She put her ear to the door and heard what sounded like muffled screams. She nodded to Huck to use his secret spy device thingy in order to get into the room. It took him less than a second to coerce the door open. Olivia stepped into the room and gasped at the sight before her. The very large unconscious pastor was sprawled out on top of a handcuffed woman who was struggling to get from underneath his...girth.

"Oh God."

The others had different reactions that ranged from mortified to oddly amused, however, they all wore the same shocked expressions on their faces.

"Okay, we really shouldn't."

"This is so wrong."

Angela and Harrison turned to leave. They were the two who were grossed out the most.

"Wait. Charlie?"

Charlie approached the bed and examined Pastor Drake's body.

"Cold, no pulse probably been dead a couple of hours." He reported.

Abby shrugged and said in a lighthearted tone, "Well we found him."

Harrison gave her a weird look. Fitz and Marcus, being the youngest in the room, snickered. Olivia glared at them and they immediately straightened up.

"Guys."

Olivia motioned for all of the guys in the room, except the one lying face down dead on the identified woman, to rescue the poor lady being smothered.

It was a group effort and a lot of effort it took, but the guys were able to uncuff the woman and roll Pastor Drake's corpse off of her. The pastor was now laying on his back, spread eagle.

"I-I-I-I have to go. I-I-I really have to go. I can't-" The grief stricken and very shaken up woman stuttered disconcerted.

"What's your name?"

"Anna."

"Listen to me, Anna, you're in shock. You need to sit down, drink some water, and relax for a minute."

Anna nodded and accepted the fresh cup of cold water Quinn handed to her and sat down in the plush chair.

Olivia's team huddled around her as she spoke to them in a low tone so Anna wouldn't be able to hear her what she was saying, not that she was listening in her now catatonic stupor.

"We need to get him out of here." She told them.

There were some protests. Stephen was the first to object.

"Really? We shouldn't maybe get rid of the lady of the night and then call the cops?"

"Marvin Drake is the most respected religious leader in our country." Fitz surprisingly sided with Olivia though they refused to look at each other or be near one another.

Harrison was with Stephen.

"He was naked and dead on top of a handcuffed hooker. I think he just lost the title."

"We took this case. We're doing this. That's final. Pastor Drake wasn't just some guy. He was the nation's pastor. We call the cops and then what happens? A big investigation will be conducted which will lead to an even bigger scandal. Imagine how messy that'll be. This way is much easier. It prevents the truth from being revealed to the public and tarnishing the good pastor's name. Whoever doesn't like it can leave now and use the rest of the day searching for a new job." Olivia admonished.

None of them dared to move, terrified of what would happen if they did.

"No one? Good. Now let's get back to work. Harrison, Anna needs to stay quiet. Pay her whatever it takes. Charlie, Quinn, you two find the nearest route to the freight elevator. Huck, what are you gonna need to take care of this?"

Removing his jacket, "Uh...latex gloves, a twenty-four inch bone saw, a skull chisel, an industrial meat cleaver, three dozen heavy-duty trash bags, ten bath towels, a thirty foot roll of plastic wrap, and two black coffees, extra tall. It's gonna be a long day."

His eyes gleamed with eagerness.

"I want you to move him, not dispose of him."

Huck's face fell in disappointment.

"Oh...well in that case I'll need uh...six king size sheets and lots of ice."

Harrison personally escorted Anna downstairs where a taxi cab was waiting for her right outside the hotel's doors. He pulled a contract out of the inside of his coat pocket.

"Standard nondisclosure. Sign, tell me whatever you're supposed to make for the night so I can add a few grand on top. Hm?" He held out the papers and she just stared at them. He sighed. "Look they're not gonna hand over the cash-"

"I don't want your money." She replied, hurt that he would think so little of her, especially since he didn't know.

She got in the cab and it drove off.

Pastor Drake's House

Pastor Drake was now in his own bed, wearing his pajamas thanks to Huck, Quinn, and Charlie. They had just finished up when Olivia, Abby, and Nancy walked into the room.

"He's ready." Huck said.

Nancy slowly walked over to her late husband and stroked his face. She then turned to Olivia and half of her team.

"Thank you, thank you so much for bringing him home."

"I'm sorry, Nancy, but it's time."

Nancy nodded and spoke nervously, "Um I put my nightgown on. I-I-"

Olivia helped her. "You put your nightgown on and you get into bed. Toss around a little, then you get up and call nine one-one. He was asleep when you came in and dead when you woke up. That's all you know."

"That's all I know. Yes."

Olivia grabbed her hands and squeezed them, almost as if she was transferring her confidence into the other woman.

"You'll do great. Talk to you soon."

She let go of Nancy's hands and she, along with the others, left Nancy to put the plan into execution.

Olivia's phone rang. It was Harrison. She answered, skipping pleasantries.

"We just had to carry three hundred pounds of pastor up a flight of stairs and put him to bed. Where are you?"

"Alexandria. She wouldn't sign the nondisclosure agreement. She wouldn't take the cash. Liv, I don't think she's a hooker."

"She's the pastor's mistress." Olivia concluded. Abby's mouth dropped and smile spread across her face. This case just got more interesting. "Meet us back at the office."

OPA

They were back in the conference room for yet another meeting. Pastor Drake's mistress was the main focus of this one.

"Anna Gordon, thirty-eight, works as a lawyer at the national tolerance foundation." Abby announced.

"So she's a professional civil rights activist." Olivia stated.

"And a hate group educator and a regular churchgoer, and in her spare time, she runs a canned food drive a women's shelter." Abby informed her.

"So she's a saint." Marcus deduced.

"Well, a saint who was sleeping with a married man. A saint who enjoys being handcuffed to a bed just like Mother Teresa."

"Maybe she didn't know he was married." Quinn thought out loud.

Abby made it well known she didn't feel sorry for Anna.

She scoffed incredulously, "She didn't know he was married?"

"The pastor's cell phone has calls to Anna going back fifteen years. E-mails, they met in hotel rooms, secret weekends."

Huck interjected just to be ignored.

"Fifteen years? Fifteen years? She probably thought he was gonna leave his wife. They never leave their wives. What was she thinking?"

"Abby, we don't-"

She cut Olivia off.

"Not judging, just saying."

"Think she called The Enquirer for a payday?" Stephen asked to no one in particular.

"She could've had a payday a long time ago. She loved him and that means she cares how all this plays out. Abby and Angela, you two make the funeral arrangements. Make sure it goes off without a hitch. Harrison, you're on cleanup."

"How squeaky clean we need to be?"

"Everyone in the city who knows about the affair - make sure they don't breathe a word about it."

"Got it."

"Stephen, Fitz, you guys go see Anna and find out exactly what she wants. Marcus, you and I are going to check up on Nancy. You three (Quinn, Huck, and Charlie), keep digging for more information."

They dispersed to carry out their duties.

"We had Christmas together every year, with presents and a tree. Every year, on December twenty-eighth when Nancy went to the cape to see her sister, it was Christmas to us anyway." Anna said.

She was sitting on a sofa across from the one Stephen and Fitz were sitting on.

Stephen pulled the same contract out that Harrison presented to her earlier.

"I have a nondisclosure agreement. I need you to sign it. So what do you need from us to make that happen?"

"Six million. She has it."

"She does have it but despite fifteen years of not-quite Christmas, you're still just a mistress with a pair of divorces under her belt. You have circumstantial evidence of an affair that's worth a few hundred thousand dollars. You have nowhere near six million dollars worth of leverage."

That's what they thought. Anna was about to prove them very wrong.

"Vincent!" She called out.

A little boy, maybe five, rounded the corner with a pout on his face. The resemblances between him and the late Pastor Drake were uncanny.

"Mommy, I can't find my magic cards." He whined.

Stephen and Fitz's jaws dropped and eyes nearly bulged out of their heads.

"Hey baby, come on over here."

The little boy ran into his mother's arms and stared at the two gentlemen sitting across from them with a polite smile plastered on his face.

"He is the spitting image of his father, isn't he? I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"Shit." Fitz cursed underneath his breath.

"Uhhh can you excuse me for a moment please? I just have to make a quick phone call."

Stephen got up and walked into the hallway to call Olivia.

"How's it going over there?"

"Uh Liv, we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

Stephen glanced over his shoulder to observe the boy.

"A three foot, six inch problem."

Stephen didn't have to say anything more. Olivia caught his drift.

"Damn it."

OPA

The associates were slumped in their chairs. They had finally burnt out after running solely on fumes for the past two days. Two nonstop stressful days of commuting back and forth, negotiating, processing, breaking the law, planning, and handling. They were glad it was all finally over. The case had been solved and now it was closed.

The last thing on their to-do list was to watch how it all played out which they were currently doing. Pastor Drake's funeral was being televised live on three major networks. Abby had flipped to one of the channels showing the service. At the moment, President Francisco Vargas was giving the eulogy.

"Damn."

Marcus was thoroughly impressed with the amazing work Abby and Angela did coordinating Pastor Drake's funeral.

"We give great funerals." Abby bragged.

"Yes we do."

She and Angela hi-fived. Girls rule.

They watched the rest of the funeral until it was over. Harrison stood up and stretched his tired limbs.

"Alright, I'm gonna get out of here. I'm beat."

"I'm with you. You guys have a goodnight." Marcus seconded and followed Harrison to the elevator.

Holding hands, the lovebirds Charlie and Quinn were right behind them. One by one they left. Fitz and Angela were the only two remaining. Angela found Fitz in his office, gathering up his belongings.

"Hey, I'm about to head out." She told him.

"So am I. I'll walk you out."

He swiped his keys off his desk and exited his office, shutting the door behind him. They locked up and rode the elevator together down to the lobby. Being the gentleman he was, Fitz walked Angela to her car. She unlocked it and he opened the driver side door for her. Angela faced Fitz. She was wringing her hands, a habit of hers she did when she was anxious.

"I-uh...I'm about to grab a quick bite to eat, would you like to join me?"

Fitz noticed her fidgeting hands and took them into his much larger ones. He looked down at their joined hands as did Angela. He liked the contrast between their skin tones. She did too.

"Ang, I would love to but can I take a rain check? I have something to do tonight."

"Oh...uh...yeah sure." She replied, offering him a sad yet brave smile.

Fitz felt like an ass for turning her down, but he really did have something he had to do tonight. Still, he knew he had to make it up to her. He would feel bad if he didn't. An idea popped into his head.

"Maybe we can go out tomorrow night. We'll go anywhere you want and do whatever you want. How does that sound? Would that work for you?"

Angela's frown was replaced with a smile. The light that had dimmed in her eyes was now back, shining brighter than ever.

"Of course!"

Fitz flashed her his patented lopsided grin.

"Great, it's a date."

Angela threw her arms around his neck, surprising him. Fitz hugged her back, chuckling at her sudden outburst. He had no clue how happy he made her. She waited so long to go out with him. She pictured this moment in her head since the first time she laid eyes on him. That was almost three years ago. It took her almost three years to gain enough courage to ask him out. They pulled away from each other.

"It's a date." Angela repeated, still beaming.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Fitz placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before assisting her into her vehicle and hopping into his. He reached his destination fifteen minutes later. Olivia's apartment building. It was nine something at night. She should've been home already from the funeral, she attended. He knew this was her last night alone before her ex dropped her kids off to her for the week.

He got out of his car and made his way up to her apartment. Fitz knocked on her door and waited. He heard some shuffling on the other side of the door before it opened a minute later. Inside, Olivia was happy to see him there. He saved her from making a trip and embarrassment. However, she didn't let that show on the outside. She had a look of irritation on her face. Olivia crossed her arms.

"What are you doing here?" She asked with an attitude.

Fitz didn't let it bother him because if he did, that would only cause more problems between them - problems they definitely did not need.

"I stopped by to tell you I'm sorry for my behavior the other night. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, like you were some whore. For that I am truly sorry. I would've called but I doubt you'd answer plus I wanted to be a man and apologize to you in person. Do you forgive me?"

Olivia thought long and hard about her answer. Yes, she was still a little mad at him, but not about the sex. She actually enjoyed the roughness. She was mad at him for being immature and trying to force something that wasn't meant to be. She wanted to be done with him for good. She wanted easy and simple. She wanted a reliable guy on standby when she needed to be turned out. Fitz used to be that guy and Forrest the most part still was, but he wasn't the same and lately Olivia had seriously been considering changing that. It didn't help that he knew how to properly the lay the pipe. Finding a man who could do that consistently like Fitz, was not easy. She lucked out with him and frankly didn't want to lose him as a sexual partner despite being a constant pain in her ass. She made her decision.

"Not until you get in here and show me just how sorry you are."

For the first time since his no-strings-attached relationship with Olivia began, his mind and heart weren't at odds. Both were telling him to do the same thing. Leave. It was his body that now needed to be convinced because it had intentions and leaving wasn't one of them.

Author's Note: I'm gonna stop here. First off, I would like to thank you guys for reading, leaving reviews, and following this ff. I was genuinely surprised by how many of you liked the first chapter. You all inspired me to continue and I hope I was able to deliver this chapter as well.

Okay back to the story...I know a lot of you wanted Fitz to drop Olivia. I won't give away any spoilers but I will say this, Fitz has feelings for Olivia. That's been made clear, so it's understandable that he struggles to resist her. He wants to please her because he's afraid of losing her. He'll take her anyway he can get her, HOWEVER, he's through with being hurt, played, and taken advantage of. Which leads to this question...what do you guys think happens next? Do you think Fitz goes into Olivia's apartment (if he does what do you think'll happen) or do you think he leaves? Also, how do you feel about Angela being his potential love interest or at least a little competition to Olivia?

I'm not sure if anyone noticed David has yet to make an appearance. That's because I realized I used way too many characters and I'm gonna start writing them off in different ways similar to how they were in the show. No, David doesn't die. If you want, I can just tell you what happens to him or I can write a small scene explaining what happens to him. You're call.

Anyway, thanks again for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Until next time!