I do not own anything involved with Scandal! They belong to the wonderfully brilliant Shonda Rhimes. This is my first attempt ever at writing fanfiction. Please review so I can learn and improve.
It was 2am and Fitzgerald Grant the III stood staring out the window of his personal office off the Oval office, lost deep in thought. It had been seven months. Seven months since he has laid eyes on or talked with the love of his life and it was torture. She had also been seldom seen in public, so he had not been able to see her in the news or at events. Just like the first time she had left him, he suffered from insomnia. Cyrus was happy with how productive those nights he sent working, not sleeping had made him. No one seemed to realize he was on autopilot. That there was numbness behind the front he put on for the public. He was just going though the motions. Doing what was needed, but without any true emotion or drive. She had asked him to be the man she voted for. Didn't she realize that without her, that was impossible? Didn't she realize that without her, there was no passion….for anything? He could go through the motions, do what he was told, but without her did not have it in him to truly go beyond that. If he could truly find any humor in the situation, he would have laughed at how the media gushed about his and Mellie's wonderful marriage and the excitement over the impending arrival of "America's Baby". If only they knew that the president hadn't slept with (figuratively and literally) with the First Lady in over three years and that the child she was expecting was not his. After seeing how much it hurt his Livi when she learned he had actually slept with Amanda Tanner, he had not been able to bring himself to do what she asked and knock Mellie up himself, so she had turned to her lover to get the job done.
He was still lost in thought when he heard someone knock on the office door.
"Come In" was all he said as he turned from the window to see who was coming through the door.
"Good Evening, Mr. President." Came from the head of the secret service team directly responsible for the POTUS's protection.
"Hello John, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. President, something arrived today that was addressed to you and it was felt that, we should bring it to your attention"
"What is it?" Fitz asked, not liking the apprehensive look on John's face.
"This." Was all John said as he handed the president a sheet of paper.
Fitz looked down was surprised to see a picture of Olivia Pope and himself sitting close together at an event they had attended on the campaign trail. Confused, he turned the page over….and the color drained from his face as he read what was typed there:
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Are you prepared to lose the one woman who really matters to you?
"Where did this come from? What have you done to find out who sent this? Who was sent to protect Ms. Pope?" he shouted out before John put his hand up to stop him to provide him with more information.
"Mr. President, the photo has been dusted for fingerprints, there were none, we are currently looking into where it was mailed from and anything else we can find. Once we know more we will let you know as soon as we do. "
"And how many agents were sent as a protection detail for Ms. Pope?"
"No one has been sent yet, but..."
"That changes now, I want at least 6 agents on her within the next half hour and if they are not there will be hell to pay John."
"Understood Mr. President."
"I want to be kept updated on absolutely anything having to do with this matter John"
"Yes, sir"
"Thank you, John"
Who is after Olivia? What do they want? Will this help bring Fitz and Olivia back together? Will hopefully update soon.
