Olivia rushed through her Logan Circle condo trying her best not to be late for work. She had went out last night with a few of her friends, against her better judgement, and was now paying for it courtesy of her throbbing headache and lack of time to get ready. She sported navy blue capri pants, a white button up blouse, and dark brown leather slides. She put a gold necklace around her neck that hung low, a pair of stud earrings, her gold watch, and lastly her grandmother's gold ring. Her hair was in a casual ponytail and her make up light. It was mornings like this one when Olivia loved her job all the more. Being a journalist, she was able to come into the office casual and no one would really notice because it was the norm. She touched up her make up, grabbed her rolling briefcase, a cream blazer, and gave herself a once over in the mirror before jetting out into the streets of Washington D.C.

Once in the streets Olivia knew she would need to make a quick coffee stop in order to get through the day with her migraine. She didn't have time to go to her usual so she casually stopped at a coffee cart hoping their coffee was decent. She was scrolling through emails while waiting for her drink when she was introduced to the most heavenly baritone voice her ears had ever heard.

"Best coffee in Washington if you ask me." Fitz said as he stood with his free hand extended for a shake and briefcase in the other. Olivia simply nodded and turned back around not acknowledging his attempts to introduce himself. Fitz was a bit taken aback by her rude attitude towards him but decided to let it go as he went in for his second attempt. "DC is beautiful around this time of the year." He said trying to create conversation.

Olivia turned to face him once more and plastered on a fake smile. She was incredibly irritable due to her headache and tardiness to work. When her eyes landed on him she took a moment to really look at the man before her and what a man he was. There stood one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on. From his full set of brown curly hair to his large dressed feet, he was beautiful. Fitz smirked to himself as he noticed her checking him out but his face soon dropped when she looked back in his eyes with an edge.

"Listen, blue eyes. Can I call you blue eyes?" Olivia started. "I don't have time for this."

"Excuse me?" Fitz said genuinely confused.

"Y'know. You sweet talk me. I flirt back a little. We exchange numbers. However, we'll probably never call each other because we're too busy with our own lives to really dwell in the others." She explained coldly.

Fitz tried to speak but she opened her mouth again halting him, "So, let's just skip to the part where I say I'll call you later." As if on cue, the older man behind the cart called out to her informing her that her coffee was ready. She turned to the man, paid, and took her drink.

Fitz was stunned speechless to say the least. This woman, this incredibly beautiful woman, also happened to be one of the most grumpy people alive. Unfortunately for her, the attitude she carried turned Fitz on immensely. He shook his head and turned back to the man behind the cart. "English muffin and a large black coffee with two shots of espresso and a tad bit of ice please." Fitz said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for his drink to be served. His eyes landed on a gold piece of jewelry on the ground. He bent down to pick it up and examined the ring closely. It was beautiful. Definitely expensive. He knew it had to belong to the woman who had just left the stand.

He looked down the road both ways in hopes that she hadn't gotten too far. He was interrupted when he heard, "English muffin, black coffee with two espresso shots."

"That's me." Fitz said raising his hand. He stuffed the ring in his pocket, grabbed his breakfast and continued down the street to work.

Olivia exhaled as she walked through the doors of Nature Journal headquarters. This was truly her dream job. Olivia shared a passion for writing and science. She grew up finding herself enamored with the world around her. When she got into high school, she decided that she would combine her love for writing and science and create a column in her school's newspaper. Of course it wasn't as popular as she would have liked but upon writing it she met one of her best friends Abigail Whelan. The two girls realized they both shared a passion for the same things and had been inseparable ever since.

"Morning, Liv." Quinn Perkins, Olivia's co worker, greeted her with a smile as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Hey there, short stuff." Olivia laughed.

"You're late, you're never late." Quinn said as she looped her arm through Olivia's. Olivia and Quinn, too, had become really close after they both interned for this magazine in college.

"Blame it on your bestie, Harrison." Olivia smiled as they walked into the break room. Quinn let Olivia's arm go as she went to stand by Harrison and Olivia went to place her fruit in the fridge.

"Me?" Harrison exclaimed in amusement. "Correct me if I'm wrong but I do remember you and Quinn insisting that we stay longer while you downed tequila shots." Harrison laughed.

Quinn made her way over to Olivia, "Oh, c'mon. Girls just want to have fun!" She said with a bright smile causing Olivia to laugh.

"Yeah. And blame it on the guys when you wake up the next morning with hangovers." Stephen added with a smirk.

"I'm sorry, but am I the only one who doesn't get invited when you guys decide to go out." Michael said as he threw his arms up in the air.

"You and me both." Mellie rolled her eyes "That's because you guys are party poopers" Olivia joked.

"Are not." Mellie and Michael laughed in unison.

"Are to." Quinn responded playfully. The entire group laughed as they sipped on their coffees and nibbled on their handheld breakfasts.

"Listen, I'm already late. I gotta get started. See you guys later." Olivia said as she walked out of the room.

"See you."

"Bye."

"Alright." Filled the room as they all scurried out to go their separate ways.

Fitz walked into the doors of Grant Rosen LLP and made his way over to the receptionist. "Good morning, Ms. Martha."

"Good morning, Mr. Grant." Martha beamed.

"I have a muffin here who doesn't have a home if you want to take him in." Fitz grinned holding up the bag with the untouched English muffin in it.

Martha chuckled, "Well I think he just found himself a keeper." She took the bag and thanked him. Fitz nodded his head with a smile and walked away.

Fitz made his way into the elevator. As he waited to reach his floor he couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought about the woman he had ran into earlier. Too caught up in his thoughts, Fitz didn't notice that his smile had turned into that of a school boy with a crush. When the elevator doors opened, David Rosen, Fitz's closest partner and friend, noticed his smile. "Look who's in a good mood." David said smirking as he leaned against the office's welcome desk.

Fitz wiped the smile off of his face as soon a he could but it was too late. "Who is she?" David said making his way to his friend.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Fitz said firmly, stepping out of the elevator.

"Oh c'mon don't feed me that bull." David sighed

"I don't know what you're talking about Dave." Fitz said once more before opening the door to his office, turning on the lights, and getting himself settled. David decided to drop it knowing that whoever she was, was probably just a one night stand.

"Fine. Anyway, I got a call from Carly Richardson's lawyer." He said as he sat on the corner of Fitz's desk.

Fitz perked up at the mention of his current case, "And?"

"And, we're gonna have to try a different angle." David sighed.

Fitz leaned back in his chair and rubbed his hands over his face. This day was already proving itself to be a long one.

"It's not confirmed or anything but I don't want to send one of our guys in the courtroom without a solid argument. I'm just suggesting we sketch a different route as plan B. Just in case."

"Alright, sketch a different route as plan B." Fitz sighed. "Let's get the team in here then." Fitz sat up in his chair and pressed a button on his phone speaking into it. "Taylor, Billy. You're needed in my office."

Within a minute, both men showed up. Fitz motioned for them to sit and David began to talk. "I spoke with Jack early this morning. His client isn't dropping any charges. If we can't get the charges dropped than we need to prepare for whatever the judge throws at us." All of the men nodded and Taylor, a young bright intern, spoke first. "Are there any cameras or witnesses that can confirm that Phil was in the neighborhood at the time of the break in."

"None." Billy answered.

"So we use that. There isn't any solid proof that Phil had anything to do with the break in. We have to find an alibi and make it stick."

"And if we don't?" Fitz asked.

"Then we bring out the big guns. Look for dirt on the girl. Why would Phil break into her home? Who else could have done it? Why did she automatically assume it was him? Past conflicts?" Taylor said.

"I'm starting to like you more and more by the day, kid." David said as he got up and clapped his hand for emphasis.

It was now 11:23 in the morning and Olivia was just finishing up a draft on the dangerous effects of not being educated on gluten to pitch to her boss. She reached over her computer to grab a pen. As she started to scribble notes down on a sticky she realized that something was missing. She picked up her right index finger and noticed that it was naked. Immediately she panicked, she moved everything out of the way, looked under notepads, she even got up and looked all around her office to no avail.

She dashed out of her office searching frantically high and low for her grandmother's ring. "Liv?" Stephen asked as he picked up on her panicked state. She waved him off and continued back to her office. She paced in circles as she became more and more anxious at the misplacing of her ring. She was so caught up in her own world that the sound of the phone ringing startled her. She rushed over to her chair and picked up the phone.

"Olivia Pope." She breathed.

"What's your problem? You sound like you just ran up 21 flights of stairs." Abby chuckled.

"My grandmothers ring, I can't find it." Olivia explained.

"What do you mean you can't find it?"

"What do you mean what do I mean?" Olivia spat getting irritated. "It's gone. I don't know where it is."

Abby sighed. "I'm sure you're just overlooking it. I bet you didn't even put it on this morning."

"I'm not crazy, Abigail. I had it on my finger when I left my house." Olivia fired.

"Well, calm down. It'll show. The harder you look, the longer it'll take for you to find it so just relax." She reasoned

Olivia sighed. "Fine. Listen I have to go."

"Wait! I called to tell you to try out Linguini's Pizzeria on your lunch break. They have the best spinach salad."

"A pizzeria with spinach salad?" She questioned.

"No. A pizzeria with the best spinach salad."

"Ugh whatever. I'll try it."

"Alright. Call me when you finish." Abby hung up the phone and Olivia got out of her chair, slipped her shoes back on, and headed out for lunch trying to get her mind off of the missing ring.

Fitz was finishing up some paperwork regarding his current case when he decided he was ready for lunch. He started to pack some of his things away so that he could head out when he remembered the ring in his pocket. He pulled the ring out and looked at it. He wondered how he was going to return the ring to the woman. He didn't know anything about her. Her work, her place of residence, he didn't even know her name.

He decided that he would just test his luck and go by the cart again. He gathered his things and headed out into the DC air.

As he made his way to the coffee stand, he noticed a woman walking into a pizza place. She looked a lot like the woman he had seen earlier but brushed it off because he was too far away to get a good look.

He eventually made it to the stand and stood there for a few minutes. The stand was directly in front the Monument so Fitz found himself admiring the tall structure before he realized it had been ten minutes since he got there. He looked around once more and decided he would give up and make his way to find some real food. He walked for a few minutes more and once again saw the same woman walking out of the store. When she stopped to sit on a bench by the river, he decided he would go over just to get a better glimpse.

The closer he got, the more his stomach ached. He was ridiculously nervous walking towards one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. When he realized it was in fact her, he swallowed the lump in his throat and made his presence known. "So, I assume you work nearby?" He said.

Olivia jumped a little as she heard the voice of the man she hadn't been able to get off her mind all day. She turned around stunned and nodded, "I, I do." She choked wiping her mouth with a napkin.

Fitz smiled at the fact that she didn't ignore him and pointed to the empty space next to her, "This seat taken?" He asked already knowing the answer.

Olivia shook her head no and moved over providing Fitz with more space to sit. When he sat down he tried to spark up conversation first. "So, any good?" Fitz said referring to her salad.

Olivia chuckled a little as she made a mental note to thank Abby for suggesting it, "It is, in fact."

Fitz smiled, "I just may have to try them out next time." Olivia smiled back and nodded in response. "So, I see you're in a better mood than you were this morning." Fitz noted.

Olivia smiled back awkwardly and said, "I am. I'm sorry for that by the way. It was a lot going on."

"I understand." Fitz assured her. "You dropped this." Fitz said pulling the ring in his pocket.

Olivia's eyes lit up when she saw her grandmother's ring, "Oh my God! My ring! Thank you so much!" Olivia screeched as he slid it on her finger. "You have no idea what the absence of this ring has done to my nerves today!"

"Don't mention it. What's the story behind the ring? If you don't mind me asking." Fitz inquired.

Olivia shook her head, "It was by grandmothers." She stated.

"Oh. My sincerest condolences." Fitz said genuinely.

Olivia smiled at him, "It's fine. I was 7 when she died. I don't remember too much, but she was all I had at the time." She averted her eyes to look at the ring on her finger.

Fitz didn't know what to say and he hated that. He couldn't understand why but there was a sense of failure that came with not being able to provide comfort to this woman he just met. Before he could say anything she spoke again, "Listen, I should get back to work. It was nice speaking with you." She smiled as she got up.

Fitz nodded his head and got up as well. He noticed she was already making her way down the sidewalk. "Wait!" He called out to her. He jogged up to her and extended his hand. "I never got your name. I'm Fitz. Fitzgerald Grant. And you are?"

She took his hand in hers and immediately felt a jolt of electricity. By the look on his face, she knew he had felt it too. She shook those thoughts out of her head and replied, "Pope. Olivia Pope."

A/N: So, thoughts? This idea came to me out of no where and I just had to write it down. However, this could remain a one shot. So, just tell me what y'all would prefer.

Also, if y'all are reading No More Stolen Moments, it should be up within the next week or so.

Thank y'all so much for reading!