Hello fellow Gladiators! I've been eager to write a new Olitz story, and here it is. Of course, I'm only going to continue if people want me to. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, plot lines, etc. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and Co.

473. That was the number of phone calls, text messages, and voice mails combined Olivia Pope had received since the news spread about her being the President's mistress. She had turned her phone off during her confrontation with her father, and once she was out of the car and she turned her phone back on, the device went crazy.

They were mainly from reporters seeking out a comment, but a lot of them were from her friends at OPA, wondering where the hell she was. She looked around, not knowing where she was and trying to spot any paparazzi. She was in the clear, prompting her to call the only person that could help her find her way back home.

"Olivia where the hell are you? Have you seen the news? Everyone's going crazy."

"Huck, calm down. Listen to me. I was taken. Taken and dropped off in the middle of nowhere. I need you to track my location."

"Done. I know where you are."

"Damn Huck, that was fast."

"I ran it as soon as you said you were taken."

"Good. Great. I need you to come pick me up."

"It's going to take a while. There are reporters swarming the place. They're going to try to follow me, assuming I'm probably going to find you. Are you alright though?"

"Yes Huck, I'm fine. Take your time, but be quick about it."

"I'll try my best. Stay where you are."

She hung up the phone. Leave it to her father to drop her off in the most abandoned area of Washington, D.C. She found a little bench to sit down at. She couldn't stop thinking about who could've ratted her and Fitz out.

Mellie? Nah, too obvious. Cyrus? He has too much to worry about already. He doesn't need another scandal to bring down the administration. Who else could it be?

Suddenly her phone rang, bringing her out of her train of thought. Cyrus.

"Cyrus I don't have time to…."

"Livvie." she heard, stopping her mid-sentence.

She was taken aback. She gulped hard, not knowing what to say.

"Hi." was the only thing that popped into her head.

"Have you seen the news?"

"No…there were reporters outside of my apartment building. I got…I left before I could find anything else out."

"Where are you?"

"I…I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Liv, are you all right?"

She could hear the panic in his voice. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Yes…No…I don't know."

"Are you hurt? Tell me what's going on."

"I can't tell you everything. All I can tell you is that I was taken and dropped off in the middle of nowhere."

"Taken? By who? I'll send for you…"

"No. You can't do that. You need to deal with what's going on. What are your plans?"

"Livvie, I have to know that you're safe."

"I am. I promise. Just…tell me your plan. You need to deny this right away."

"Liv, I'm not going to deny you."

"You...you have to. This is bad, really bad."

"I know. But I'm tired of lying. I'm tired of everyone thinking that my marriage is based on love. I'm tired of not being able to publicly display the woman I am so deeply in love with. I want you, Liv. I don't care what this does to me as the President. I. Love. You. I am willing to risk everything to prove to you that you are not a side piece. You are not a mistress, even though that's what they're calling you. I am going to tell the world that you are my girlfriend. You are my partner, my best friend, the love of my life. And if the American people can't accept that, then that's too damn bad."

Olivia looked over to see that Huck was walking towards her.

"Fitz, I…I need to go."

"But Livvie I…"

And with that, she hung up.

"It's a circus out there."

"Which is why I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything."

"I need you to help me disappear."

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