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The Next Morning

Location: Gladiatorland

Time: 0600 hours

"Come on, Harry! Move your ass along!" Olivia barked, taking off into a sprint, her Nike trainers hitting against the dry sand. Harrison had accompanied her for her morning run on the beach and instead of keeping up with her he was lagging behind. It was no secret to anyone in the house that Olivia was their best runner. She ran track for most of her schoolings all the way up to college.

"Slow down, Liv!" Harrison panted, jogging behind her while she ran backwards beckoning him with her hands. They'd already covered three miles and she was behaving like the energizer bunny, reenergized by each mile they finished.

"No, we got a mile more to go before we can do that. Come on!" She urged again.

Harrison growled and willed his legs to move faster.

Back at the house Huck was already up and getting ready for the day. After showering and dressing in a simple button down shirt and navy chinos, he made his way to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

With a big cup of piping hot morning Joe in hand, he retired to their communication room located towards the back of the second floor.

He checked their surveillance from the night and was relieved when he saw no suspicious activities. After he'd check to ensure that their home hadn't been compromised he typed in an encrypted password to pull up the surveillance of a home that held his most prized possession. Although he couldn't be there, he looked over him like his guardian angel. He touched the screen trying to reach the little boy that laid peacefully in his bed, his son…

Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was his father.

That thought alone caused his heart to crumble a little in his chest cavity; a memory of the stupid decision he'd made to let his ex-girlfriend raised their son on her own.

Shuffling feet from the other side of the door brought him out of his reverie and he quickly cut off the surveillance to his family.

Meanwhile downstairs, Abby, Quinn and Stephen were in the kitchen. Quinn and Stephen were seated on barstools at the rectangular island and Abby was standing in front of the stove making scrambled eggs. Everyone always made fun of her for being the maternal one out of the bunch. As sweet as she came off, she was equally or more ruthless. With a gun in hand she was capable of mass destruction on her enemies.

"So, Stephen where you from?" She asked, sprinkling a tip of black pepper onto the eggs.

"Born and raised in Ohio," he answered, his eyes fixated on the Spanish styled light fixture above her head.

"Ohio? Which part?"

"Columbus, Ohio. And you?"

"Florida."

"Oh…" Stephen gave her a sympathetic look.

"Don't look at me like that. At least Florida has seasons that acts like seasons unlike Ohio and its bipolar weather," Abby quipped; and Quinn and Stephen burst into laughter.

"Abby is the only person that I've met that actually likes Florida, so she gets a little antsy," Quinn explained when her laughter had abated.

"It's not the worst state."

"Depends on whom you ask," Quinn mumbled around her cup of coffee.

"Whatever Quinn, at least I'm not from some place called Wisconsin. The only good thing that has come from that state was That 70's Show."

Stephen chuckled deeply enjoying the back and forth banter between the ladies, each taking a jab at each other in good nature.

He was warming up to the idea of being at Gladiatorland despite of the heavy burden placed upon him to investigate Grant.

By the time Abby had finished cooking breakfast, a panting Harrison and preppy stepped Olivia came walking through the front door.

"Morning everyone," Olivia greeted warmly and the trio returned her greeting.

"What's up with him?" Quinn nodded towards Harrison who was partially lying on the tribal print ottoman in the middle of the living room.

"Couldn't keep up," she answered with a smirk, walking over to the fruit bowl to grab an apple.

When she walked passed Stephen to grab the apple, he couldn't help but noticed her toned physique. In only a turquoise sports bra and long running tights he was able to see the outline of her abs. Although she had muscles he could still see the femininity in her body, it wasn't overdone.

"Hello…" Olivia snapped her fingers in front of him.

"Huh. What?" Stephen was startled out of his eye gawk.

"I said did you get to review the case I'm working on?" Olivia repeated with a small smirk.

Clearing his throat to hide his fluster he said, "Yes."

"Good."

"Ok."

"Speaking of Fitz… Where is he?" A now normal breathing Harrison entered the kitchen to ask.

No one had the answer to that question.

Back in the communication room, Huck and Fitz had run a background check on Stephen.

Place of Birth: Columbus, Ohio

Parents: Stephanie and John Finch

Sex: Male

Height: 6'

Eye Color: Gray

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Race: Caucasian

"Why are you doing this?" Huck asked Fitz who was seated in front of the computer.

Fitz shrugged his shoulder and continued reading the background information they found on Stephen. So far they found nothing out of the normal. All of his ducks were lined up in a row. After he'd reread the same information over and over Fitz turned his attention on Huck and said, "I don't understand why I was given less than 24 hours notice about his arrival. Doesn't this raise a red flag to you?"

Huck shook his head. "No… we had a vacancy since Albert moved out, so maybe they finally filled it," Huck explained. Albert was a Customs Agent that got comprised on a case and they had to immediately remove him from the house and relocate him to an undisclosed location for protection. He was working on exposing a bird smuggler that illegally transports all kinds of birds through international borders but they caught onto him and shot him in the chest, barely missing his heart and left him at the side of the road to die.

"I don't know about that," Fitz disagreed.

"You've got to stop being so paranoid, Fitz. No one is out there trying to get you. Your past is in your past," Huck said seriously.

Fitz gave him a distant look and shook his head in disagreement. Deep down inside of him he knew that his past wasn't in the past. It was only a matter of time.

After breakfast Olivia returned to her room where she disrobed from her workout gear before heading to one of the three bathrooms in the house.

In her mind she was calculating all of the things she needed to get down for the day. She was expected to meet up with a drug dealer named Jason Johnson who goes by the name JJ. They were going to meet a new supplier around noon that was higher up in the food chain, so that meant she had to do her make up to look the part of an addict.

In between scrubbing her back with a loofah she felt a pair of strong masculine hands take over and began scrubbing her wet back. Immediately her breath quickened.

She stood still to quell her rapidly beating heart and sporadic breathing.

"I thought we weren't doing this anymore," she moaned when she felt his soft lips on the crook of her neck, his hands no longer scrubbing her back but instead wrapped around her small waist, pulling her body into his. She almost leapt when she felt his erect member on her lower back.

"That was never unanimously agreed on," his deep baritone voice returned and he turned her around to face him. He gave her a soft peck and pulled back, "besides we're two friends who cares for each other in every aspect, including the physical… nothing wrong with this." He trailed a long digit along her sternum between her two breasts.

Her breath hitched at his words and all coherent thoughts plaguing her mind was no longer... Instead of replying with words she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his taut neck, and he picked her up by the waist, her legs immediately wrapping around him.

He braced her into the nearby ocean blue tiled walls and began kissing her deeply. Olivia opened her mouth and allowed his tongue entrance as their tongues battled for dominion. It was useless trying to fight him when he was a dominant man, always exercising control in every situation. That was the only way he liked it, and it turned her on each and every time.

The steam coming from the shower only intensified the heat coursing through their bodies.

"No bite marks…" she hissed when she felt his teeth at the column of her neck.

He growled and dropped to his knees while effortlessly bracing her up against the wall with his upper body. He lowered his head between her legs and began licking at her wet folds driving her insanely crazy. She pealed and cried at the assault of his hot mouth against her center. The minute his tongue entered her tight channel she covered her mouth from screaming aloud from the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. With one hand clasped tightly around her mouth and the other in his hair she began riding his face until she reached the crescendo of her orgasm.

When he'd had his fill of her sweet essence he stood to his feet and took ahold of his erect member, fisting it in his right hand while licking his lips, savoring her taste.

Olivia looked at him with hooded eyes, desire coursing through her veins again at the sight of his virile body. His normally blue eyes turned stormy gray and his overly bless shaft a healthy pink. She was dripping with desire, ready to reach the mountaintop again.

Just like their usual times, words were hardly spoken before, during or after their couplings.

He entered her slowly at first and allowed her a moment to adjust to his girth, since it had been over a month since they last were reunited. When he was confident that her walls had made room for him, he began moving at a steady pace. It was heavenly and pure bliss, enough to take his mind off of the uncertainty of life and danger of their job. He lost himself inside of her. Several minutes later he felt her quivering around him and almost came, but he continued to pump in and out of her while rubbing tantalizing circles onto her engorged pearl.

"Shit…" she hissed lowly. "I'm coming…" She bit her lower lip while slapping a hand against the bathroom wall at the intensity of which her orgasm was hitting. Seconds later she exploded around him, milking him for all that he got.

He followed shortly, pumping wildly, ejaculating his seed inside of her. Eventually his rhythm started slowing down.

"Liv!" Abby's loud voice boomed.

"Shit…" Olivia muttered, opening her eyes for the first time in a while to survey the compromising position she was in and with whom. She tried to calm her breathing and cleared her throat before answering, but the fact that he was intently staring into her eyes while still moving inside of her didn't help.

"Uh yeah…" she sounded a bit winded.

"You ok?" Abby asked from the doorway that was hidden by the sidewall of the bathroom.

"Yea, I'm good. You need something?" Olivia asked, sounding much more collected albeit her position hadn't changed. She channeled the FBI agent in her to sound collected and calm underneath strenuous situations.

"Yea. I need to borrow a few tampons. I forgot to pick up some from the store."

Olivia smirked when he pulled out of her at that moment.

"Sure, I have a fresh box in my underwear drawer," she shouted, eyeing him underneath the shower wetting his hair.

"Gracias!"

"De nada!" She returned.

She heard the door to the bathroom closing and finally took a huge breath.

"That was close," she breathed.

"Not really," he said, smirking and she rolled her eyes at him.

They showered quietly together and got out. Olivia left the bathroom first and he followed a few minutes after.

As she was getting dressed for the day Olivia could still feel him. Their sexual relationship, if it can be called that, had been going on close to a year and it all started one night…

Flashback

Olivia had been feeling down for the past week because a case she'd been working on for close to six months fell through. She was working undercover at a local high school in the inner city that was being used as storage for drugs. How was that even possible? Ask the school principal, Thomas Daniels since he was the biggest key player in it. Olivia's youthful appearance landed her the role as a high school senior and she attended the school for sometime. Boy… did she dread that part. Between fighting off crazed hormone teenage boys and mean girls she was glad that she'd finish that chapter of her life. She'd made significant progress for the case while attending the school, learning that the drugs were being stored in the school's gym in a secret compartment underneath the floor. The night when they were going to make the bust they'd received a call earlier in the afternoon that the entire gym was set on fire. Somehow someone had tipped Daniels and his associates off and the evidence was unsalvageable. Not enough to incriminate anyone.

The failed case left Olivia feeling down and antisocial. Instead of socializing with her colleagues at the local bar they frequent, she went down to the beach and sat by herself looking up at the stars contemplating her life. Why had she picked this career? Why didn't she choose a career where she could be happy, possibly in a loving and stable relationship with kids? Instead, she'd chosen the road where she could never have an honest relationship because of her job. She couldn't disclose part of herself in fear that she would jeopardize her entire career and her colleagues'. So whenever she occasionally met a nice guy she created a fantasy of herself for the time being, because they'll never know the true her. For the first time in a long time she felt truly lonely and sad. She sighed, pulling on the sleeve of her hoodie.

Her mind drifted to her father who was an FBI agent that died in the line of duty. She adored her father and he was partially the reason why she became an FBI, to honor his memory – besides the fact that she loved what she did. It gave her a thrill and satisfaction that no 9 to 5 job could do.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She heard a deep voice behind her and knew exactly whom it belonged to, but she didn't look back.

He invited himself to sit beside her on the beige sand, letting out a long breath in the process. Initially he said nothing but sat in silence with her – watching the waves dance against the shoreline and the stars and half moon light up the dark sky.

"Do you ever wonder if there's more out there?" She whispered a moment later; as if she'd spoken louder she would've somehow broken their trance.

"More like what?" He whispered back, making a circle in the sand with his index finger.

"A life where you don't have to lie and pretend to be someone else, especially to the point where you do not know where the true you begins and the lie ends."

"Mmm…" Fitz mumbled, mulling over her words.

"And then at the end of it all it's for naught." She added.

Now Fitz understood where she was coming from. He knew that she was beating herself up for the High School case even though it wasn't her fault. She did all that she could've possibly done to guarantee the bust but the plan fell through in the end. Sometimes that happened, it was never guaranteed to be successful.

"Some people aren't meant to live normal lives. Some of us are destined to walk a path that is difficult but necessary." He placed emphasis on the word necessary.

Olivia snickered at that and shook her head; typical Fitz to say something like that.

"Aren't you the philosophical one?" She teased; and he shrugged his shoulder giving her a modest smile.

More silence ensued as they continued to watch the stars and moon reflected on the dark water; it was mesmerizing and tranquil.

Taking her eyes off the water for a split second she studied Fitz' face. Either he didn't know that she was watching him or he refused to acknowledge her gaze. She studied the chiseled outline of his jaw and the length of his straight nose.

"What is it like to always be so confident and sure of yourself?" She asked, not missing the twitch in his jaw.

A beat passed before he said, "no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. I just don't give it to them."

Olivia raised her eyebrows at him; the way he spoke it was full of confidence without bordering on arrogance.

Another bout of silence ensued.

"What are you doing here?" He asked directly.

"What do you mean?" she was confused.

"At Gladiatorland. Is this what you want?"

"Of course it is," Olivia replied a bit harshly, upset that he would insinuate that she didn't belong there. She quickly stood to her feet and was about to head back to the house before she said something she would later regret, but was stopped by his firm grip on her arm.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that," Fitz quickly explained.

Olivia took a deep breath to quell her anger. She was like a gas stove that immediately became hot when turned on.

Fitz took his time explaining to her what he meant when he asked her if she wanted to be there. He simply wanted to know if the job was getting too much and if she needed a change of scene. When she'd assured him that she was indeed fine they reseated on the beach and began talking about mundane things - about when they were kids, teenagers, etc.

In between talking about her first ever fistfight and him telling her about his experience getting arrested they shared a moment. The laughter that was a result of their tales ended and left them staring into each other's eyes. Brown orbs with small specs of gold met blue ones with gray highlights.

Fitz was the one that went in first and Olivia met him halfway to fuse their lips together in a light kiss. It started off as an innocent, timid kiss and before they both knew it they'd deepened the kiss, granting each other access to their mouths. His hands moved to her curls, bringing her flush against his chest, as they continued their smoldering kiss.

When their oxygen levels had been depleted they pulled apart from each other panting.

Seconds passed before she was able to collect her senses and when she did, Olivia said, "What are we doing?"

"Whatever we want to do." He answered.

Together they stood to their feet and returned to the empty house where Fitz led her to his room, where they slept together for the first time.

Olivia shook her head to rid herself of the memory from that night almost a year ago. They'd never defined what they were doing and that was fine with both of them.

To be continued…

AN: These chapters are going to be shorter than my usual ones because it's so many different POVS and I don't want to confuse my readers too much or myself, tbh. LOL.

So… the plot thickens. Did you expect Olivia and Fitz were having a secret sexual relationship? Huck has a family that no one knows of, of course…

Let me know what you think of the new update.

Until next time,

Xoxo.