"Your agents are here at all times. You'll meet the night agents later. I've got to get back to the Oval for a few hours but keep your phone on you so I can check on you directly. Your friends should be here any time once they've cleared security. Call me if you need anything, Livie."

Giving her one last kiss, Fitz left Blair House taking the tunnels back to the Oval. Having Olivia this close to him would do both of them some good. He could be sure that she was safe and could monitor her mentality from the ordeal. For now, knowing that she was safe in Blair House he could now focus on the war he was going to finish with Andrew. The man could sleep with Mellie every day for all he cared but the second he put Olivia in danger, all deals were off.

"What the hell are you doing down here?"

"I said save her not move her in! God, Fitz! What is wrong with you?"

Mellie nearly lost her head when she heard that he had Liv across the street. She didn't think he could be so stupid as to move his mistress across the road from the Oval. But obviously she underestimated him again.

"What did you think I was going to do? Leave her there in the place that she was kidnapped from? Get back to the Residence."

"She can't stay there. She has to go to a hotel or something. She has friends that she can stay with. You get Olivia Pope out of that house. NOW!"

Getting frustrated with her, Fitz grabbed her upper arm and dragged her with him all the way back to the Residence.

"Olivia is staying at Blair House until I say otherwise. You and your bastard boyfriend are just going to have to accept that. Though he won't be around much longer. Now, your agents are going to ensure that you stay in the Residence and don't attempt to leave. I am done with your drama and all your bullshit.." Fitz pushed her into her bedroom and closed the door, turning to her agents just behind him. "If she tries to leave this wing, shoot her."

Fitz was starting to get a headache again. Lately it was anytime Mellie was in the same room he was, his head started to pound more than usual. Heading back down to the Oval he asked Lauren for more painkillers and walked in greeting Cyrus.

"Mellie didn't take it well, I guess?"

"No, Cyrus, she absolutely loved the idea. She's thrilled to have Olivia across the street from her. How do you think she took it? Did you get a hold of John?"

Cyrus stepped beside the desk and set the morning brief down for him. "I did, he will be here this afternoon. Are you sure that now is a good time to do this? Perhaps you should wait a little longer, wait for things to die down." Knowing it was useless, Cyrus had to at least try to reason with him.

"I told you no! I will not wait any longer and I will not be told what to do. Get the joint chiefs into the sit room and I want Andrew taken care of today. He's lucky I let him breathe free air this long."

"Fitz, I don't think you are being rational. You need to…"

"Rational? The Vice President of the United States had a United States citizen kidnapped from her own home on American soil for his own political gain. My rationality of him and his thought process is so far gone. I should have listened to her when she said he wasn't the right person for the job. Her gut told her it wasn't the right person and I went against her. Why the fuck didn't I listen to her!" Fitz screamed and threw the arm across the desk clearing it. "Olivia Pope is never wrong and I went against her! I caused this and I will be damned if she has to pay anymore for it. I want him taken care of and if you aren't going to get on board and assist in this situation then I have absolutely no problem calling Olivia's best friend Huck to come fix the issue."

Shocked, Cyrus didn't know what to say. He'd never seen Fitz this pissed off about anything. Luckily, the knock on the door saved him from responding for a few moments.

Fitz shouted for them to come in and Lauren stepped in with his medicine and a bottle of water. Calming himself, he smiled at her and took them thanking her. He didn't take note that she had her eyes locked on the mess on the floor around his desk.

"Thank you, Lauren." Cyrus said saving her so she could leave. Once the door was closed, he started to pick things up and put them back. "I understand that you are pissed off. But I don't think killing the Vice President is the best answer to that. You should look at the positive of this: Olivia is home. She is safe and she is protected."

"And you think that is going to make up for what happened? I want him dead. I want it taken care of now."

Putting his jacket on, Fitz walked down to the Situation Room with Cyrus trailing a few minutes behind him. Cyrus made the call to Huck himself. Huck was Olivia's protector and had enough remorse from letting Olivia be taken. What better way for him to relieve that remorse than taking care of the bastard that took her?

"Have them shoot the plane down."

"Sir…"

"I said shoot it down, General. Give the order."

"Mr. President. We can't just shoot it down. We have no idea what…"

"Are you disobeying a direct order?" Standing up, Fitz stared his General down. "Answer the question!"

"I… Yes, Sir."

"You're fired." All eyes in the room turned between the General and the President. Did he really just fire a General? "Cyrus, give the order."

"Sir…"

"Are you insane, Cyrus? I said shoot it down." Fitz watched everyone stare at him. "Fine." Moving around the table, Fitz took the phone and connected to the pilot tailing the target plane. "Shoot it down." Standing there looking at the screen, Fitz watched from the pilot's view of the plane blowing up in smoke and falling into the ocean.

"All clear, Mr. President."

Once the pilot gave the signal, Fitz stormed off to the Oval leaving everyone in the room stunned as to what they had just witnessed. Turning to Cyrus, no one had any idea what just happened to their President.

"What the hell was that!"

Marching himself into the Oval, Cyrus slammed the door closed yelling at Fitz.

"That was me doing my job. When I give an order I expect it to be carried out, especially by you, Cyrus."

"You made the wrong call! Do you have any idea what kind of damage you could have just caused? What if that wasn't the right plane? What if you just shot down a plane that was the West Angolan? We cannot confirm that it was a West Angolan plane!"

"I've got three pilots who confirmed at ninety percent that it was. You have a better idea?"

"Land the plane and find out. Figure out where they were heading. Anything!"

"Let's clear this up right now. I AM THE PRESIDENT. YOU ARE THE CHIEF OF STAFF. I do NOT answer to you. YOU answer to ME. If you don't like the way that this works you are more than welcome to turn in your resignation. Are we understood, Cyrus?"

Squaring up, Cyrus was ready to argue. But seeing the determination in Fitz's eyes, right now may not be the best time. "Yes, sir."

"Dismissed. Lauren! I need more painkillers!"

Cyrus left the room as Lauren walked in. "Here you are, and Mr. John Harris is here too."

"Send him in."

"Mr. President."

"John good to see you. Take a seat."