The wine had left a stain on the couch. Jake put down the pillow and ran to pick up the wine glass . He could only imagine her manicured nails around the slim stem as it was ripped from her hands. He held it as he imagined her. She was there only a few minutes before, dancing and laughing. She decided to choose herself. It would be her decision when she was ready to make up her mind. She would either choose him and they would stand in the sun together again or she would follow her heart to Vermont.

Now she had disappeared without a trace. . .

His ears were red, redder than they had ever been . He held up the man who he thought he could trust. Once again, someone who he had called his friend had betrayed him. Clasped in his calloused hands was the Vice President smirking at him. His face registered the anger he felt when he was told . All Andrew had to say was that something was going to happen to her and he lost it. He may have punched the man in the eye when he found out about him and Mellie, but this was a different story. This was her.

Gritting his teeth, he looked at Andrew with stormy grey eyes and carefully pronounced every syllable. "What did you do?"

Andrew knew he had him. This would please them so much. It was a mask by the Republican party. But there was so much more than meets the eye. Angola was just a cover. The republic had been lead by a lovesick fool who didn't have any control over anything. It was time to take it back. The only reason that he won another term was by the good grace of God. The country couldn't turn their back on a man who had witnessed the death of his son in front of millions.

"How are you liking that war now, Sir?" Andrew managed to get out of his mouth .

She had just woken up. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to make sense of what had happened. Olivia pulled herself up from the dirt floor and then it hit her. She moved her hand to her head which was throbbing . Her head pounded as she realized that she wasn't in Kansas anymore. This was not her apartment. She pulled the soiled cardigan around to keep the chill of the cell away.

Her last memory was the wine. Her father had tried to be the man she had hoped he would be. He was all smiles considering the last time she saw him , she tried to put a bullet in his head. He went on about the wonderful music collection he wanted to give her. She had opened the wine he had given her and then dragged out the ancient turntable that was in her dorm room from college. The music of Stevie Wonder's "Songs In the Keys of Life" filled the living room. She couldn't get enough of the music and couldn't get enough of this delicious wine.

"OLIVIA!" she yelled. "I choose me!" she gulped down the wine as she made her proclamation. She had been a prize in a very costly tug of war between two former Navy flyboys. One had come from the Midwest and middle class and the other was a spoiled brat from California who was currently running the country. With every sip , she realized that they were both foolish.

The wine must have had some kind of effect on it. She just got lighter and lighter, she just wanted to give into the music. She wanted to celebrate , she wanted to make love, she wanted to stand in the sun and she also wanted to be in their house in Vermont making babies. Seeing him standing in her living room, she took his hand and then began to pull him toward was living in the here and now , she wanted him . She could have him now. The piano beckoned them and he ran to get a pillow to cushion their lovemaking.

That was the last memory she had.

Now she was somewhere she had no clue where it was. All she could see was the bed and then the table next to it. There was no television and she could also assume no computer as well. Whoever brought her here, obviously didn't want her to have any access to the real world.

It was painlessly obvious she was going to be here for a while.

He got up after Andrew had left. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He blew the air through his lips and then took the scotch and poured himself a drink. He threw back the amber liquid and it burned all the way down. It had gotten to be his comfort food and that wasn't good.

No it wasn't happening again. No , he was bluffing . it was all a trick to manipulate him. Elizabeth had blackmailed Cyrus and now Andrew was doing it to him. He just would pick up his burner and call her. He held it to his ear and it went to voice mail. It was all so familiar.

Was Andrew bluffing? Or had something happened to her?

Quinn and Huck were still scratching their heads trying to figure out why someone had pictures of Olivia. Had someone been watching her? The whole explosion with the Vice President was just an act. It was staged. Kubiak was dead.

Why did she keep getting hurt? Mellie held the glass in her hand as she poured Daddy's hooch down the throat. That was the difference between her and him. Sophisticated California and hillbilly southerner. He gulped scotch and she gulped hooch. Maybe there wasn't such a difference after all. They both agreed on this trip that led them to Pennsylvania Avenue. Andrew had betrayed her and now she had no choice but to give Fitz another chance. But she knew the answer to that , he had his little heart set on marrying Olivia once she had finished with him.

She had given it all up and now it would be Mellie's turn. She could be the politician she always wanted to be. She didn't need any man. She was Mellie Grant!

Olivia slowly turned around when she heard the door of the cell open. Now she could find out what was going on.

Isn't it funny how music guides our emotions. I was working on one of my other stories and this one slipped out. There was just too many unanswered questions as we wait for the second part of the season in two weeks. Well I haven't forgot the others and plan to finish two of them. So please enjoy my new offering and remember to leave lots of juicy comments.