She's sitting at her desk staring at her laptop, almost willing the notification that lets her know he wants to Skype to pop up. He said that he'd call tonight. And she's been going crazy ever since. She can't think of anything other than seeing his face and hearing his voice. She's been sitting in the same position for what seems like hours, she's desperate, and she knows that. But she doesn't care. Finally, she turns away, getting up to get a drink from the kitchen, but the second she does, the little red tab pops up and her laptop sings. A smile instantly appears on her face as she accepts the second his picture pops up she can finally breathe, and she loses herself in the conversation. His curls are a little longer and she wishes she could reach out and run her fingers through them. He looks tired and worn down, but he looks so happy and so utterly sexy.

"Hi," he breathes out with a goofy grin.

"Hi." And they revel in the peaceful silence, letting their imaginations take over. Pretending that he's down the street at the office about to come home for the night and not a whole world away.

"How was your week, Livvie?"

She wraps herself up in a blanket, tucking her feet up on the chair with her. "I got a job offer," she says timidly.

"Oh really?" He asks with a wide smile. He's so proud of her, she never ceases to amaze him.

"One of my dad's colleagues, Cyrus Beene. Said he's been hearing things about me and would love for me to join his firm."

"Cyrus Beene wants you?" He asks in shock, realizing what this opportunity could mean for her. She gives him a sheepish grin and shrugs her shoulders, he's the only one she lets herself be this vulnerable around.

"It's about damn time," he says with a smile. "You're taking it right?"

"I don't know. Do I really want to just work at a law firms the rest of my life? I think I want more than that. I want excitement. And adventure. And I want to help people, to fix things."

"Well, I think you should consider it. A good word from The Cyrus Beene could open up a million doors for you in the future."

"I'm considering. But enough about my boring life. Tell me another story."

And he does. He tells her about his first solo flight, the the rush, the high that accompanied it. And the tone of his voice tells her that this, flying planes and sailing, this is what he's always wanted. It's what makes him happy. And she wonders, a silent fear, if she'll ever be able to make him happy. Truly happy.

And he sees the doubt creeping into her eyes. "Olivia. Stop. I love you. And in thirteen months, four days, and seventeen hours I'll be home with you."

She hears a voice in the background, "c'mon Grant say goodbye. We've got new orders coming in." And he gives her an apologetic smile, but doesn't speak. A body comes into view behind him and it looks down into the camera, "hello Olivia," the voice says with a laugh. Fitz pushes him away and looks back at Olivia. "I'll call you when I can. Goodnight sweet baby."

"I love you. Be safe." And almost as an afterthought she adds, "check your mail, I sent you something." But he's gone and the screen is black, and just like that, she's all alone again.

She gets a call in the middle of the night a few days later. Her heart stops when she sees who's calling. Mrs. Grant wouldn't call unless something's terribly wrong. And everything becomes a blur. A mix of repeated "no"s and "Olivia, honey calm down" and "breathe." But she can't breathe, not anymore.