Chapter 2

Unquenchable


"What the hell happened tonight?" Harrison's voice reverberated through the room. He paced back and forth in front of the round table during the debriefing. "How did a twenty minute heist double in time…and we still didn't get the sculpture? What in the hell went wrong!"

Quinn glanced at Olivia who avoided her gaze.

"It was my fault, Harrison. Please stop screaming at them." Olivia said.

When she had finally made it through the tunnel and out of the building, Harrison had been there waiting for her, beside himself with worry. She hadn't been able to face him for fear he would see the scarlet letter on her chest. She got on her bike and rode to the office as fast as she could, not looking back. As she glided through the streets, her mind replayed every part of her interaction with that agent. She remembered every sound, ever smell, that delicious sensation of complete fullness when he first entered her. Olivia couldn't catch her breath until she remembered that it had all been caught on tape.

She had sprinted inside the office and into the viewing room once her sound bike was stowed. Quinn sat at the table with an unreadable expression on her face. The monitor showed an empty room except for the bronze statue of the cherub Eros sleeping on the stone. The glass was still raised up.

"Olivia, what are you…where are the others?" Quinn said.

Olivia shut and locked the door. She walked to the device and pulled up a chair. "Did you see it, Quinn?"

"The entire heist? Yes, every feed came through…um…fine."

Olivia pressed rewind and pushed play. She fast-forwarded through each screen until she saw the agent enter the room while she keyed in the entry code to the glass enclosure. He stood there and watched her for about 2 minutes.

"I didn't know he was behind me that long," Olivia said.

She and Quinn both watched the scene replay on the screen. It was all there fully visible and audible.

"Do-Do you know him?"

Olivia pressed stop and quickly ejected the tape. "I'm taking this."

"But what about the debriefing? You all were expecting to view the footage. Isn't that what you always do? Huck hacks into the security cameras, records the heist, and then erases it from the museum's surveillance."

"Fuck!" Olivia said. She had their recording, but the video was still on the museum's feed. Huck usually erased it from the facilities' system directly after the heist. In order to erase it, he would have to see it. Olivia stood frozen in the middle of the floor thinking of ways she could get the video erased on her own. When she came up short, she crouched to the floor feeling defeated. The musky and sweaty smell of sex filled her nostrils. The image of the agent's face looking down at her replayed in her brain. She jumped back to her feet.

"You need to forget what you saw tonight. When Harrison asks you for the tape, give him this blank one, but don't say anything. As far as you know, it was recording. When it is shown during the debriefing, and comes up blank, look shocked and scared. Cry if you have to. Everyone will be angry, but they will believe it to be a dumb, rookie mistake. Let me handle it from there. I'm sorry to put you through this, but I…they can't see this tape." Olivia pulled out an empty tape and inserted it into the recorder.

"Olivia, I'll do whatever you want. Do you know him?" Quinn asked again.

Olivia turned to leave without answering. She knew his name and how it felt when he entered her, but that was all.

"I took the liberty of cross-referencing his name-I heard it on the tape-in Huck's Pandora database. There were many Grants, but I found only one who had worked in the Art Theft division. His name is Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and he has just been appointed as Deputy Director of the FBI. But you probably already know that," Quinn said.

"Yes, I know." Olivia lied before she left of the room.

Now, here she sat at the round table with everyone as Harrison reamed out the crew.

"No, Liv, it's not your fault. You are an expert. Let's watch the damn tape." Harrison pressed play. When the static screen appeared, he fast-forwarded, but there was only more static. "What the hell? Quinn, did you record it?"

Quinn and Olivia exchanged a quick glance before Quinn rose to her feet and frantically grabbed the remote from Harrison.

"Yes, it's recorded. Let me see that," Quinn said playing dumb masterfully as she searched through the tape. "Oh my god, I must have neglected to press record. I'm sooooo sorry." Quinn dropped her head.

"You idiot! How dumb can you be? Abby, I thought you said she was brilliant! This is more than a dumb mistake! It borders on negligence…" Harrison said.

Abby looked from Olivia to Quinn. Something wasn't making sense to her. Olivia looked guilty of something. Quinn was obviously playing a role. Her act didn't look authentic. The whole thing made Abby suspicious that there was more to this situation.

"Harrison, calm down. We don't have the tape, so what? Huck can show us the original feed that he copied from the museum surveillance. Can't you Huck?" Abby said.

"Yes, of course…" Huck said.

"No! There's no need for that. I take the blame for this. One of the agents surprised me while I was loading the statue. We fought for a while, and when I got the chance I escaped. That's why it took so long. That's the end of it, Harrison. It's been a long day. Let's just call it a night. I'm sorry everyone," Olivia rose from her chair and left the room. She sprinted to the viewing room and texted Huck a message.

OP: I need to see you NOW in the viewing room. ALONE! Make sure Harrison leaves.

Olivia waited for his response.

HUCK: OK.

Olivia exhaled and waited.


Three days passed like lighting for Fitz. He was on a quest to find out everything he could about Olivia Pope. His ultimate goal was to find a way to contact her, which was proving to be very difficult. He knew she was excellent at hiding with her record of never being caught. When she left that night, he had tried to run after her. Unfortunately his pants had fallen down around his ankles. He chuckled now as he remembered. That was all he had done for the last three days, remember, and remember, and remember her scent, her voice, the softness of her skin, the heat and tightness he felt when he slid inside her that first time. Just thinking of it now made him solid as a rock. He bowed his head and rested it against his folded hands trying to calm his breathing.

"Fitz, are you okay? Honey, I think you need to see a doctor. You have to be coming down with something. You haven't eaten much or slept these last three days. Don't beat yourself up over not catching that thief. At least they didn't get the sculpture," Mellie said. She walked over to him and embraced him from behind where he sat at the breakfast table. "Cheer up! We have an appointment with the baker today for a taste test of the wedding and groom's cakes. I know how much you love cake. Our appointment is at two. You should have taken today off like I did. I won't be called into court and miss this appointment so you better not either, honey. "I'm off to Becca's house. She is helping me decide on flowers. I'll see you at two."

"Ok," Fitz said. She kissed him on the cheek and left.

Fitz pulled the rectangular slip of fabric from his front pocket. He smelled it and then turned it back and forth through his fingers. When he'd bent over to pull up his pants, he'd noticed it on the floor that night. It was his only link to Olivia, the tag from her body suit. He'd probably pulled it off when searching for the zipper. He hoped it would lead him to her. The tag showed the name of the manufacturer, Albion Designs. The address was in Rome. He had contacted the company and told them of his investigation. An official there had asked for the Lot number on the tag to match with a shipment. Fitz hoped the suit's shipping address to would lead him to Olivia. If not, he would use the credit card information to track her down. For the last two days, he had been expecting a call with the information. Every time he heard his cell phone ring, he would stop whatever he was doing to catch it.

He rinsed his dishes and loaded them into the washer. His phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Grant, this is Giuseppe Adamo," the voice said in a thick Italian accent. "We have the shipping address, phone number, and credit card information for the suits as you requested."

Fitz grabbed a pen and paper. "Go ahead, please." He jotted down the information. "Thank you. I'll be in touch if I need further information. The United States government thanks you too. Please don't share this conversation with anyone. It is of prime importance that we keep this a secret."

"Yes, Mr. Grant."

Fitz hung up the phone and rushed into his office to find Olivia Pope. He didn't want the information to bring her to justice. He wanted it to bring her back to him.


"Liv are you sure you're okay? You haven't eaten much or slept in the last three days. I've never seen you like this. Is it the failed heist?" Harrison said. He stepped out of the shower. She was standing there beside him like a statue. He took her towel and began drying her body. She looked at him with a forced smile that didn't reach her tortured eyes. He kneeled before her drying her legs, thighs, abdomen and chest until he stood upright, before her.

Olivia was scared. She felt guilty about what she had done. Since then, when she made love to Harrison, someone else was in the room with them each time. Agent Grant appeared every time she closed her eyes. I think I am going crazy. Maybe I'm not ready to retire.

Olivia leaned in to kiss Harrison, but he side-stepped and started drying her back. "You need to get dressed for your errands, and I need to finish packing up this place. We don't have much time before we leave for Rome. There is so much to do this week." Harrison placed the towel around her shoulders and left her standing there.

Olivia was thankful that they were leaving for their trip in a week. She knew the change of scenery would bring her out of this fog she was in. She was thankful that she'd never see Agent Grant again.


Olivia sauntered down the block to the bank. The sun beat down on her back causing beads of sweat to gather there. She wore a long sundress, a big floppy hat and sunglasses. Her disguise was topped off by a long brown wig that stopped at her shoulder blades. She regretted choosing that wig, wishing instead, that she had chosen the short bob. It was noon and she was almost at the bank to withdraw a large sum of cash. Her phone rang. She hoped it wasn't Abby or Quinn. She had been avoiding them all for the last three days.

She breathed a sigh of relief when an unknown number flashed across her screen. She bet it was Huck because he was the only one who ever called her from a different unknown number.

"Hello?" Olivia said taking refuge from the sun under a tree by a café she passed.

"Hello, Olivia."

Olivia gasped. She recognized the voice on the other end and dropped her phone. She felt something pulling on her dress. A little boy, of no more than 5 or 6 was standing at her side lifting her phone up to her. "You dropped it!"

"Thank you," Olivia said. The little boy rejoined his family.

"Hello?" she said, hoping she was mistaken.

"Did you drop the phone?" he said. Olivia leaned against the tree listening to his voice, which was as smooth as silk. The blare of a taxi's horn brought her back to her senses.

"Who is this?"

"I think you know who this is. You are surprised to hear from me, aren't you? It wasn't difficult to find you, thanks to that body suit."

Olivia didn't understand what he meant. "Okay, you found me. Why aren't the authorities surrounding me right now?" Olivia's eyes catalogued the possible points of capture on the street.

"This is not an official call. I need to see you, Olivia. Where are you?"

"Why? This is probably a trap. I don't have GPS on my phone so you can't track me."

"I can track you, but it would take too long to set up. I am not trying to arrest you. I'll prove it to you. Let's meet in a public place. You choose."

Olivia knew she should hang up the phone, throw it away, and run back to the loft. But she didn't, because she didn't want to. There was something about him that intrigued her, their sexual rendezvous, notwithstanding. She just held the phone. Every part of her wanted to see him again. She couldn't think of a place. She looked at the building behind her and read the sign, Heavenly Dish Café and Grill. It was filled with people, mostly at the outside tables. Inside, booths lined the walls and small cocktail tables filled the main aisle.

"Meet me at Heavenly Dish on seventh and Main in ten minutes..not a minute longer or I'm gone." Olivia hung up on him. She stationed herself in the alley between the café and pharmacy. She would be able to see him before he saw her. Olivia sat the timer on her phone. She wondered what he wanted. She waited, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Glancing at her phone, she noted that she had 4 minutes to go.

"Nice disguise." Olivia stiffened at his voice behind her.

She turned and saw him saunter towards her in khaki's and a light blue polo shirt. He didn't look like an FBI agent, but a man on a stroll. Her eyes swept over his face. She looked away, but let her eyes linger on his hairy forearms and muscular biceps.

He extended his hand. "Thanks for meeting me, Olivia."

She took his hand and instantly regretted it. Her eyes met his and she was transported back to that room. He was moving in and out of her, and it felt so good. Those moans filled her head. Damn! This is not good.

She snatched her hand away. "Let's go inside and get this over with." Olivia didn't wait for him to follow. The server sat them a cocktail table.

"Could we have one of those booths in the back, please?" Fitz asked, pointing behind them.

The server shrugged her shoulders. "Sure." Olivia didn't hear the server's small talk as she led them to the back of the café that was pretty deserted. Most people opted for the front or outside tables, taking advantage of the sun.

The server led them to a high booth with a window. Olivia sat down in the middle of the seat. She frowned when he slid in beside her.

"You should sit over there." Olivia pointed across from her.

"We don't want anyone to hear our conversation," he whispered.

"Can I get you something to drink while you review the menus?" the server said.

"Olivia?" Fitz said.

"I'll have water with lemon."

"I'll have the same." He said.

The server smiled and walked away.

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you, Olivia."

"About what?"

"I did some research on the sculpture you were trying to steal. Sleeping Eros, the Greek god of love. Why did you want it?" he asked.

"It's worth a lot of money."

"Are you ready to order?" the server asked setting down their water.

"We need some time. How about this? We'll flag you down when we are ready." Fitz smiled at the server who blushed under his gaze.

"Okay."

"You majored in art history at The American University of Rome. Was stealing the art you studied your plan from the beginning?" Olivia took a sip of water before she answered his question.

"No. What do you want? This is not a damn date!"

Fitz took a sip of his water and slid closer to her. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "You can call me, Fitz. We are way past a date. I can't get you or that night out of my mind. I needed to know if you felt the same way. I want to see you again."

Olivia held her breath as he breathed the words in her ear. She looked up at him, but then looked away and out of the window.

"Olivia, do you feel the same? Have you thought about me at all since that night?"

She turned and looked at him. "No, not once."

"You are lying. I would bet that you are as wet as I am hard right now. If I am wrong, I will leave you alone."

He pulled on the fabric of her long sundress. They held each other's gaze as he placed his hand under the hem and on the inside of her knee. It rested there until she spread her thighs. He slid his hand up her thigh. When his fingers reached the crotch of her panties, the fabric was very damp. She moved her hips forward and he caressed her through the thin material, which was quickly becoming drenched. Their eyes never broke contact. It was quiet except for her ragged breathing. He pulled aside the wet fabric and slid first one and then two fingers inside her. Olivia bit her bottom lip as her body began to tremble.

"Take my hand and look at me," he said. She gripped his hand as he slowly slid those two fingers in and out of her. Olivia held on for dear life as the mouth of her womanhood quivered and quaked around his fingers. Little moans escaped her mouth, and her eyes drifted shut as she almost reached climax. Fitz pulled his fingers away and her eyes fluttered open just in time for her to see him sliding those two fingers inside his mouth. He pulled them out slowly.

"Delicious, but this isn't enough. Hold up the menu and act natural," he ordered. Olivia didn't understand what was happening until she saw him slide under the table. How can he fit under there? Her heart was racing with desire and the adrenaline that coursed through her. The server could return at anytime.

He pulled down her panties. She moved as far to the edge of the booth as possible. When she felt his tongue circle her, she gasped loudly. She gripped the table with one hand and lifted up the menu with the other. The pleasure of the moment and fear of being exposed fought a battle inside her.

"Are you and your guest ready to order?"

Olivia opened her eyes and gave the server a weak smile. "We are not quite ready. He is-is-is in the bathroom. We…we'll get you when…we are ready."

"Okay, just let me know." The server walked away.

Fitz resumed his sweet torture under the table.

"Stop it! Get back up here."

Fitz stopped and crawled into the seat across from her. He looked intent on finishing what he started.

"You're right. It's too cramped down there. Go to the ladies' room. See if it's empty. Watch for me. I'll be there in 2 minutes."

"Are you out of your mind?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, evidently."

"Can I have my panties back?"

"No, you won't need them."

Olivia slid out of the booth and headed down the hallway. A woman walked out as she walked in. She checked the stalls and confirmed that it was empty. I'm going to get as far away from this man…after I leave this bathroom. She walked into a stall and pulled it shut. Good sense and a healthy does of suspicion was not enough to prevent her from letting in her stall. They both worked on unbuttoning his pants. He picked her up and placed her high against the wall. The railings were just the right height for her to hold on. He dived into her and they finished what was started.


Fitz threw a $20 bill on the table and led Olivia out of the café. The server shrugged her shoulders as she watched them exit the front door.

They walked down the block as cars and people whizzed by. Olivia turned to face him.

"Unless you plan to turn me in, I don't want to see you again."

He took both of her hands and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I don't know what this is between us, Olivia. I will be in touch soon." He kissed her on the cheek.

She snatched her hands away and dropped her cell phone on the concrete. With the wedge heel of her sandal, she stomped on the cell phone until metal and glass littered the area. Then she turned around and walked away without a look back.