BREAKING HEARTS AND HEADLINES
Once again, Olivia was working late. Despite the fact that it was a Friday and the rest of her colleagues being out for happy hour, she decided that alphabetising her case files was more appealing than going home.
What awaited her was an empty apartment that would leave her with her thoughts…or more specifically her thought. Fitzgerald Grant.
Her sanity couldn't handle going over their last conversation, which she couldn't help but note was six months and two weeks ago.
Realising where her mind hade trailed off, Olivia dropped the ballpoint pen in frustration. Her hands quickly fumbled for the remote as she switched on the television. As thankful as she was for sound, she remembered why she switched it off when his face appeared again.
The worst thing about trying to forget someone, is if the reminder was everywhere.
Releasing an aggravated sigh, she fell back onto the chair and hastily changed the channel.
"NFL Second Round Playoffs scores are just in and the Patriots rage on…"
Sports?
She didn't bother too much with sports. Well, she didn't really have time for it anymore. The last memory was her 12 year old self, writing into her journal on the living room floor while her dad grumbled at the Pistons. It was one of the few good memories that weren't completely tainted with the stranger that now led B613.
"Penny for your thoughts"
Olivia was suddenly pulled away from her trance as she dazedly blinked up to the doorway. "Jake" she sighed in both relief and confusion.
He read her stunned expression and smiled warmly as he inched further into the room. "Thought I'd find you here" he replied and eyed the pile on her desk.
"What are you…?"
Before she could finish, he interrupted. "I came by your house but you weren't there and I wasn't going to risk you having wine for dinner" he explained and her eyes darted down to the white bag in his grip. "I brought pizza" Jake continued, appeased with how she hadn't turned him away. "Everyone loves pizza" he reasoned and began to unpack the bag, revealing three large boxes. "We got meat feast, garlic mushroom and margherita" he listed with a hopeful grin.
Olivia held her very impressive poker face. Her expression blank and her features relaxed. After one lengthier second passed, she broke into a pleased smirk and nodded in approval. "You can sit down" she permitted.
As he sat down, she began to move her files, making space for the pizzas.
"Tough day?" he guessed.
She exhaled heavily and picked up a slice off meat feast pizza. "Aren't they all?"
"Suck it up, it's Washington" he grinned playfully and handed her a beer.
Olivia eyed the bottle briefly but felt too tired to argue with him. "Thanks for the pep talk" she grumbled and took a bite of the pizza. She hummed in pleasure with how the flavours danced on her tongue and teased her taste buds.
"Okay, let me try this again" Jake crossed his arms and leaned closer towards her. "You are Olivia Carolyn Pope. Nothing is above you" he nudged her playfully.
"You and your lines" she rolled her eyes with a laugh. "Do they ever work?"
Jake peered up at her and smirked deviously. "You tell me" he huskily whispered with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. Then he leaned in slowly, puckering his lips and Olivia knew what his intentions were. Just as she was about to relinquish herself to the moment, reality crashed.
"…the body has been identified as White House, Chief of Staff, Cyrus Beene…"
Whipping her widened eyes to the screen, Olivia gasped at the flickering images. The sight of her mentor and friend, lying unconsciously on a stretcher was indescribably frightening.
A/N: What did you think? Did you like it? Should I continue?