"Go home, Quinn. I can take care of myself," Olivia told her walking down the street to her apartment.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go with you? I've really got nothing better to do," Quinn replied wanting to stay with her.
"I'm very capable of taking care of myself. I'm just going back to the apartment to go through some things. And drink a little. I'll meet you at the office tomorrow afternoon."
Olivia left Quinn on the corner of her street and headed to the place she once called home. She replayed the conversation over in her head that she had with Abby a few hours before. Fitz was better, probably from grieving. He didn't need her to disturb his routine anymore. Fitz was doing fine without her. Since Olivia had left three months before, she wanted to give him time to grieve without think of her. After all, she was the daughter of the woman who killed his son, how could he bear to look at her? How could they make anything work after that? She wasn't going to come back; the plan was to leave for good or at least a couple years and Fitz would forget everything about her.
Olivia pressed the button in the elevator to get to her floor. When the doors opened on her floor she stepped off the elevator and put her key in the lock. Liv was so lost in her thoughts she never saw Tom standing in the corner next to the apartment across the hall. Going inside, she took a few moments to look around. Everything in boxes and covered up except the couch. Maybe she forgot to cover it before she left? It wasn't something she was too worried about. Olivia went into the kitchen pulling out a wine glass from the box on the counter and poured a glass of wine before heading back to her bedroom. Passing by the couch she noticed a red spot on it, darker than wine. Deciding to ignore it, she carried on to the bedroom. Opening the door, Olivia screamed.
"FITZ!" She yelled his name several times but he didn't answer. Liv dropped the glass and ran over to him on the bed. She checked his pulse barely getting anything. "TOM!" If Fitz was at her apartment, obviously Tom was too. He'd never let him go anywhere without a detail. She started to give him CPR the way Huck had taught her to do it.
Counting to ten as she did the compressions, Tom ran into the room with Michael, the new agent.
"Damn it, not again!" Tom yelled. "Call the ambulance. Tell them to be discrete." He pushed Olivia out of the way and did CPR on Fitz.
"Two minutes away," Michael told him.
Olivia stood back with Michael letting the Presidential ambulance get to where they needed to be. They set Fitz on the stretcher and pulled him out the back way to the ally where they parked.
"I'm going with him," Olivia told Tom when he tried to stop her.
"Ma'am now is not the time."
"I AM GOING WITH HIM!" she yelled getting in the ambulance.
Tom knew there was no point in arguing with her anymore and got in behind her.
Four minutes away from the hospital, Fitz started to crash. The EMT started the paddles and charged his heart two times before he actually came back.
When the ambulance pulled into the emergency room entrance, they pulled Fitz out and wheeled him up to the private floor. A nurse came out and took Olivia to the waiting room. She sat by herself in the waiting room for several hours before anyone came out.
