Olivia Pope couldn't believe what she had been convinced to do. When Fitz suggested they needed a break from Washington D.C. and that he wanted to visit a friend of his, she had expected a resort or a beach, or at least a place with a decent wine list. She sat in her first class seat seething, thinking about boarding a plane to Indiana. Pawnee, Indiana. She'd never heard of it, but she was sure she wasn't interested in going. Fitz sat there reading a book, as he would occasionally peak at her through his lashes to see if she was still pissed.

She still was. Without a doubt she still was. He had given some legal advice to a political campaign and had made friends with a man running the campaign named Ben Wyatt. They had immediately bonded over the strong women in their lives and being on the perimeter of the political sphere. Ben had just married his fiancé, now wife Leslie Knope who was a city council woman. Fitz hadn't met her yet, but he wanted to get away from the city and figured going to visit his new friend couldn't hurt. When he had alerted him to the visit Ben had told him how excited Leslie was the meet Olivia Pope, the great fixer of D.C. Fitz laughed and told him Liv was excited to meet them both as well, even though it was a lie and he was surprising Liv with the trip.

"Livvie?"

"Hmm?" She was engrossed in some files from work and barely gave him any attention.

"You still made at me babe?" Fitz asked making a pouty face.

"Yes." She ignore his face outwardly, but on the inside she melted. This man controlled her, but in the best possible way. Two years ago he was running for president and when Cyrus Beene asked her to help the campaign she jumped on the opportunity being fresh out of law school she wanted to make a name for herself and thought a major campaign would be a great start.

The campaign had all sorts of problems. A gay strategist for a republican candidate, a republican candidate that supported women's rights and leaned so far left it was almost embarrassing, not to mention a wife who's apathy was so apparent it turned off voters. Their childless marriage only succeeded to add to the belief that the two were apathetic towards each other.

Olivia walked into campaign headquarters and immediately informed him of all the problems with him running. He immediately fired her, after Cyrus demanded he run after her or the campaign would never get off the ground, Fitz informed Cyrus that it was perfectly fine as he was no linger interested in putting up with his farce of marriage, really a farce of a life. The next day he had divorce papers drawn up, a month later they were signed, and six months after that Fitz was a single man. A single man, that had a lot of groveling to do to get Olivia Pope. After firing her she wasn't quick to forgive him, or slow to tell him how foolish he was for giving up on the presidency. He was insistent. He sent her flowers, books, bottles of wine, stuffed animals, an actual animal, a yorkie poo named Billie. When she got the small puppy delivered to her house, along with enough stuff to keep her fed and entertained her entire life Olivia called Fitz to yell at him for saddling her with such a big responsibility.

"How dare you make the assumption that I want a dog, I don't have time for a puppy. I have a life, a job, people that count on me!" She railed at him, when she was done he simply said,

"But I finally got you to call me back didn't I?"

"So you used this poor defenseless animal to get a girl? What if I didn't want her?"

"Yes, but my Niece's birthday is in a week and if you don't want her Charlie will be more than happy to love on a puppy."

"You can't just give away my dog!" Olivia had already bonded with the small animal and had taken advantage of the cream colored Prada tote Fitz bought her as a dog carrier and she was currently sleeping under Olivia's desk in her office.

"I wouldn't dare." He replied and she laughed.

"So do I get visitation?" Fitz asked hoping for more than shared custody of the furry white dog.

"Thursday during lunch, I'll be bringing her to the dog park on Jefferson. Be by the fountain by noon." Olivia said briskly and hung up before changing her mind. Fitz arrived half an hour early with a cup of Olivia's favorite tea, that had gone cold, and a broad smile. Billie immediately curled up into his strong arms and Olivia was suddenly very jealous of her dog. Weeks of biweekly doggy park dates turned into nightly phone calls that turned into all day long texting marathons that turned into a relationship. They had been together almost a year and were living together in Olivia's apartment with an excellent view of the monuments and co-parenting Billie, who was currently in a black Prada dog carrier under Olivia's seat in a Benadryl coma.

"I'm sorry Livvie, I really thought we could both use a break." Fitz said apologetically, actually feeling bad. He knew Olivia didn't take taking time off work lightly and now hes wasting her time.

"Its fine baby, but next time you wanna take a break I plan the trip, here's a hint, we are going back to Spain." Olivia told him than burrowed into his shoulder to take a nap. They had gone to Spain for their Six month anniversary and Olivia fell in love, she had been talking about buying a small house there on the Mediterranean ever since.

"Deal." Fitz agreed. He too loved it and was looking at houses there discretely thinking it would make an amazing engagement gift to her.

She drifted off to sleep and Fitz marveled at her ability to drop nearly anywhere once she was in a comfortable position. For the remainder of his flight he read his book and let Liv snore softly on his shoulder. He only woke her once they landed. As they walked off the plane and out of the terminal Fitz kept his eyes out for Ben. His wife had insisted that they pick him and Liv up despite his assurance that they could simply get a rental or a town car. As Fitz looked around he realized why Ben had gone along with picking them up. The airport was impossibly small, the smallest he had ever seen. Getting a town car in Pawnee wouldn't happen. Getting a rental in Pawnee seemed unlikely.

Before he spotted Ben he saw an excited blond, looking a bit like a wide eyed lunatic, which was basically how Ben had explained his wife, he recognized her from photos on Ben's desk. Holding Liv's hand he headed in their direction.