Olivia watched as the jet cleared air space and disappeared into the evening DC sky. She was sure she was making the right decision. She listened to the garbled and frustrated voice of one Mellie Grant. Yes . she had declared Olivia the enemy, but in that same evil breath she had said so many times that she wanted Olivia to "service" her husband. Olivia did feel sympathy for her when she heard the sobbing in the background. She couldn't even imagine what this woman was going through at this point. She probably wanted to grab some of that scotch as well.

Cyrus gave her a capsule account of the situation. She told him that they were going to have to do damage control at this point. Immediately ,she went into fixer mode. She kept a look out for the car that was coming for her. It wasn't a total shock when she saw the long , black limousine pull up with the Presidential seal on it. The driver got out and opened the door for her.

"Seriously?" she queried.

"First Lady's orders , Maam." The driver answered.

Making herself comfortable, Olivia looked at the seal emblazoned in the luxurious car. She had been in this car a few times, but never for business. She could only think back to the times when he would nuzzle her neck and then take tiny bites of her chocolate skin. But there she was crossing that line again. She couldn't shake the memories of their recent conversations. It just wasn't the same Fitz . She was actually scared to get to her destination. She also noticed that the car was not going at a slow speed, it was racing through the traffic on the Beltway. Her stomach churned. Before she knew it, the car was making its way up Pennsylvania Avenue and towards the back gates.

Olivia was met in the downstairs hallway by Cyrus. He grabbed her arm and led her right to the white door of the Oval Office. With a shaky hand, she slowly opened the door. She had a shocked look on her face for the sight she was seeing. The usually put together Mellie was crouched down on her two legs , hair mussed up , and a wrinkled Donna Karan suit. You could tell that she was exhausted balancing on her ever present black Christian Loboutin pumps. Her face was registering the combination of frustration and exhaustion from her place on the floor.

But that isn't the sight that disturbed Olivia the most. What disturbed her was the disheveled man that Mellie was holding on to. His eyes were almost shut as she could see the tears rolling down his chiseled face. The tailored suit was wrinkled and his hand covered his mouth as he sobbed silently. She could also see the tumbler and the scotch bottle right next to him. She had never seen him like this, but she knew that he had been calling for her. It was up to her once again. Kicking off her pumps, she got down on the floor.

She took his head and cradled it with her arms. With loving strokes she slowly stroked his hair.

"Sssh, baby I'm here now. Ssh Livvy's here." She calmly reassured him.

He didn't look up, but she could feel his hand gently holding her arm. Olivia just kept holding him and eyeing the scotch bottle. She put her arm around his shoulder and with Cyrus's help, they moved him to the couch. Taking off his Gucci loafers, Olivia found a throw and gently laid it over him. When she heard the loud snoring, she knew it was safe to leave him. But before she left him, she just had to have one more look. Confident that they were the only ones in the room, she mouthed silently,

"I love you too, Fitz." With that she closed the door and walked out.

Mellie, Andrew, and Cyrus were waiting in Cyrus's office. When she saw the three of them , she knew that it was time for her to go to work. "Alright, this is what we are going to do. We are going to draft a statement explaining that the country is in good hands. President Grant has gone through trials before and he is strong enough to do his job. That way if Sally has any plans, it will squash them before she can cause any problems. We will say that the President is resting tonight and will address the nation tomorrow."

"I'll start the speech writers on it right away." Cyrus said as he took off for the press offices

Olivia noticed something else, she noticed that VP elect Andrew Nichols had his arm draped around Mellie's shoulder. But something else , Mellie seemed to have calmed down. She noticed that she hadn't drank any liquor and she couldn't smell it on her breath. She seemed calmer and maybe even happier considering the circumstances.

Mellie moved away from Andrew and addressed Olivia," I just want to say thank you for saving our ass again. I didn't think he would fall apart this way. He just kept saying "Where's Olivia?" and I didn't know what to do . I kept calling and calling but there was no answer."

"It doesn't matter now." Olivia assured her. "What matters is that I am here and this time I will stay."