"Sir, they are on their way back here."

Three weeks, five days, six hours, and twelve minutes ago Fitz was informed that Olivia Pope had been kidnapped. Taken from her own home and he didn't have any way of stopping it. Andrew Nichols wanted a war and he was surely going to get one. West Angola was only a start. He sent in the troops, briefly deciding to sacrifice Olivia before Mellie convinced him otherwise. If Olivia didn't live, Fitz wouldn't either. He needed her more than he needed air to breathe. She is his life line and without her he wouldn't make it. The three months that she was away with Jake on some godforsaken island was torture enough that he tried to kill himself. And that was her leaving. If she didn't make it back from being kidnapped because of him, he would lose it. Presidency be damned; suicide would be the only way out for him.

Sitting on her couch, Tom popped his head into her apartment letting him know of their return. She'd landed safely then. She was no longer in danger. Olivia would be home in a matter of minutes and he would be able to breathe again. He would see her, make sure she was alright and do everything in his power to heal her. Fitz was going to make sure that she would never hurt again if it killed him. He'd been sitting at her apartment for over an hour waiting for her return. He had to make sure that she was fine, alive and breathing.

Waiting a few more minutes, Olivia finally walked in. She wasn't too surprised to see Fitz standing by the couch when she opened the front door. Staring at each other for one minute, no cares except for them.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Afraid to know the answer, he still needed to know.

"I'll be fine. They didn't rape me if that's what you're wondering." She stood on the edge of the rug several feet away from him as he took a long look over her trying to find any sort of damage.

"Did they hurt you any other way?"

"Fitz, I am home in one piece. No cuts, no bruises, no missing ligaments. I am home."

"I needed to see for myself that you were okay. I know mentally you aren't going to be okay but you are in one piece. The rest of that I will deal with."

"Deal with? Fitz, you don't get to 'deal' with anything. I was taken because of you. I was kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder because of you!"

Fitz nearly ran the few feet to her, pulling her into him. "I know and I am so sorry. Andrew… I will handle him. He wanted a war."

"And you gave it to him!" Liv screamed pushing herself away from him.

"What did you expect me to do?"

"Sacrifice me to save them! You went to war and hundreds died. You needed to let me die and save them!"

"That was not an option and you know it!" Fitz yelled. "How can you think that's anywhere in the cards? Let you die? I am a selfish bastard, you know that. There's no way in hell that I would ever let that happen. How dare you even think that!"

"How dare you send hundreds to their deaths to save your mistress!"

"I sent them in to save the love of my life! I sent them to their deaths for the sake of this country. I am nothing if I don't have you and we've proven that countless times. You want this country better, you better be here to make sure that happens."

Olivia stared at him for a moment, unsure how to respond to him. Sitting down on the couch, she kept her eyes on him. "I cannot believe you."

"That I would save you over them. Of course I would. You not being here, not living, is not an option. If I had to send a million to their death, I would have. It might not have been your choice but this wasn't. I am the Commander in Chief of the United States Armed Forces and I sent them in to rescue you. I will not apologize for that to you or to anyone."

Locking eyes with her, Fitz wasn't sure what she was going to do next but he was prepared to fight with her to make her understand his decisions. Luckily for him, she didn't have the will to fight with him tonight. Getting up, he grabbed her hand to lead her to the shower. He had her silk pajamas and his sleep pants set out on the counter ready for them. Letting him take care of her was draining for Liv. Fitz had always taken great care of her when they were together but she needed it the most now. Together, they showered until the water turned cold and got out, getting ready for bed.

Olivia woke up when the open curtains let the sun in, hitting her face. Curled inside Fitz's embrace she could tell he was already awake.

"Did you sleep at all?"

"No, I was too busy. I already sent Tom a message to have breakfast brought in before we leave."

"And where are WE going? I just got back and don't feel like a vacation yet."

Fitz rolled her over to look at him. He knew she'd probably be mad but honestly didn't care. This was to make sure she was safe and for his own piece of mind. "I'm moving you into Blair House. I've already had your things moved in and the house is ready for you."

"Blair House? No, no. That's a terrible idea. What are you going to tell the press? And Mellie will be furious about this. Fitz, no, I'm not moving into Blair House."

Fitz sat up and pulled his jeans on, ignoring her objections to the plan. "Get dressed, breakfast is here," he told her, hearing the knock on the front door and tossed her the only pair of clean clothes he left in the apartment before leaving the room.

After a few minutes Liv joined him in the kitchen seeing several new agents talking with Fitz. "I didn't think you'd get new people."

"Olivia, these are your new agents. Henry, Greg, Peter, and Nick. They're going to be with you wherever you go at all times. We should get moving though, I'll get you settled into Blair House before my morning briefing."

"Oh no. That's not happening. I will not have four agents trailing me and I'm not moving into Blair House. You're overreacting, Fitzgerald."

Fitz nodded for the men to leave the apartment and stand outside with his own agents. "It is happening and it's not up for discussion. You are moving into the house and you will have four agents following you. Which is a negotiation because there were originally six. So you are very lucky that I am allowing only four. I have everything set up for you at the house and your friends are meeting you there to ensure that you are in fact safe and sound."

"I do not want nor need agents following me around anywhere!"

"If you remember you were kidnapped from this very apartment so you are very lucky that I didn't have your driver last night deliver you directly to Blair House. This is not a discussion. You have four agents and that's final."