I didn't put a disclaimer up before so... No, I don't own it but if I did they'd have their own sitcom.


On A Date.

"You two are going on a date." Olivia Pope stated as she walked into the conference room. Abby and Harrison stared at Olivia with similar confused expression, "Not you two, those two."

"Why? Why are we dating? Did we do something wrong?" Quinn asked in a panicked tone, she placed her coffee down on the table next to Huck.

"Our next client." Olivia posted a picture of a very old, white man who wore a plastic smile and looked like he had enough surgery done to shame everyone in the room. "Donovan Manics."

"What about him makes us need to go on a date?" Quinn asked, she glared as Abby and Harrison did their best to hide their smirks.

"He looks like he goes on more than enough dates." Abby said, she cringed as she stared at the tightness of the old skin.

"His wife is into more risque things and rather than keep letting her bang the pool and pizza boy, he wants a divorce and he doesn't want her to get one red cent."

"So you're pimping us out?" Quinn asked.

"Well, I don't really like that word... but yes." Olivia slid her phone across the table to Abby. "Get me someone for her hair, nails, and make up." Olivia walked over to Harrison and whispered something in his ear, he smiled then led Huck out of the room.

"What was that about? What did you say?"

"We're getting him a tailored suit." Abby said as she scrolled through the phone and began making appointments.


At promptly six thirty five Quinn Perkins stepped out of her office and was judged by her peers. Abby gave her thumbs up and Olivia grinned from ear to ear. Quinn spent most of her day in a chair. Hair. Makeup. Dresses. Heels. Quinn didn't mind being dolled up but she admitted that she looked a bit... racy. She thought that she looked more like an escort and less like a potential date. The dress was a bloody red, enough to draw attention but also not bright enough to keep the attention on her, she wore black stilettos that were laced up her legs with smoky eye shadow and red lipstick.

"I'm an escort?" Quinn questioned, she spun around in front of the mirror making sure everything looked right.

"I really don't care for that word..." Olivia said under her breath.

"I mean, I guess you look escort-ish, except you'll already have a man on your arm."

"Good, I'll have well polished pimp. Fill me in again, who are we looking for?" Quinn headed towards the conference room.

"I'll fill you in when Huck gets here." Olivia and Abby smiled at the fruit of their labor. Just as Olivia opened her mouth to speak, the front doors opened, Huck and Harrison walked in together. Huck was in a tuxedo and the bow tie was around his collar, he almost opted to go without it. "Good! He's here now." Harrison and Huck stopped in the doorway as they looked at Quinn, Abby cleared her throat hoping that would help pick their jaws up off the ground. "Ahem, Huck. You're Andre Devons and this is your wife, Kamri Devons." Olivia handed them both I.D.s, "Andre, you own multiple businesses on the West Coast and you, Kamri, you work from home because you couldn't stand to part from your kids for even half a day."

"Stay at home mom? Good deal." Quinn looked at her I.D. again before tucking it in her purse. "The diligent hard working husband who's cheating on me with the much younger secretary."

"You and Mrs. Manics are the same age." Olivia added in.

"Ugh, so she wants to sleep with my husband?"

"No, she wants you both." Abby said while making sure Quinn didn't smear her makeup.

"You both are out of town visiting relatives, and you'll be returning home tomorrow to celebrate your tenth anniversary." Olivia continued to coach them as she fixed Huck's bowtie.

"Are we going to have to do anything extra... you know..."

"Kissing? Touching? Things like that, maybe. Whatever you need to do to get her caught up."

"We're not gonna have to sleep with her because Olivia, I just need to-"

"No, no, no. Just encourage her to say it aloud, Huck's wearing a wire. She'll be caught and you can go home and sleep it off." Olivia said while walking over and fixed the curly ringlet that fell over Quinn's eye. "You'll be arriving by limo, and you will leave by limo."

"Isn't that a bit flashy?" Quinn asked.

"You're from California, you're supposed to be flashy."

"Hey! I resent that!" Quinn exclaimed. "So my husband is buying my affection with gifts and trips while I stay at home and raise the offspring, well, I seem like the type to never deal with the kids and just have a nanny."

"You're really getting into character." Abby said, she wore a shocked look on her face. She expected Quinn to put up more of a fight but was surprised to see her take to this pretty easy. "Just imagine if you had to be an escort."

"Shut up, Abby." Quinn knew that Harrison and Huck were staring at her like she just stepped off a space ship, she was surprised she still had that affect on men. "Hey, let's get out of here." Quinn turned and started to leave.

"I wish she was talking to me like that." Harrison said under his breath, Abby hit him in the chest playfully. Harrison stopped Huck as he was leaving the conference room. "Remember what we talked about?"

"Suave, not overbearing. Attentive, not clingy. Eye contact, not stalking." Harrison smiled at Huck's words.

"That's all you need to know." Abby and Harrison watched as Huck and Quinn slipped into the limousine and disappeared down the dark street. "Since when did we start helping people get divorced?"

"Gladiators." Olivia said from behind them. "It's a favor to an old friend."

"So we're not turning into divorce lawyers?" Harrison questioned.

"No, not for a very long time, I hope."

"Why did you send those two? No offense." Abby asked.

"They're a little strange at times, but they have chemistry."

"We have Chemistry!" Abby said as she looked at Harrison.

"David might literally lose his mind if he found out you two were at his favorite restaurant, drinking wine, kissing and seducing almost divorced women."

"Well, if we every get fired we know how to make our living, right?" Harrison asked Abby.

"You can wear the heels."


Harrison began coaching Huck the minute they walked out the door to get his tuxedo. Huck paid attention knowing that Harrison knew exactly what he was talking about. They were going to seduce a woman, and the best way to seduce another woman was to show her what she could have. True to his word, Huck was shaven, clean and semi-dressed when Harrison showed up with two different shoes from him to pick from.

"So, you're taking Quinn out."

"Yeah."

"That ought to be fun, right?"

"Why would that be fun?"

"You guys have this weird little thing... you sort of click."

"Don't tell me you're playing matchmaker too."

Now he was sitting next to her and he wasn't sure how to feel. Quinn had always had some beauty about her, she was smart and funny but she looked stunning. The strapless dress stopped an inch above her knee and he was sure every man in the restaurant would be watching him which meant he needed to perfect his persona.

"You look nice." Huck said after an uncomfortable silence.

"Oh, thanks. I was worried I looked like a slut." Quinn pulled at the edge of the dress as she turned to face him.

"No, you look nice. Every man in here will want you to tonight."

"Well hopefully, this woman takes the bait and is hooked."

Huck prayed this would be over soon too, he didn't mind the tuxedo but he was use to comfort and this definitely wasn't his cup of tea. They stepped out of the limo together, he placed his arm around her waist and told the limo driver to come back in an hour. Quinn stood at eye level in her stilettos and had to adjust to the feeling of him touching her. Husbands and wives touched frequently, she had to slip into the mind of Kamri Devons.

"Andre Devons, table for two." Quinn waited until they were seated to look around casually for Mrs. Manics. "Your finest bottle of Champagne."

"Right away sir." The scrawny waiter maneuvered through the restaurant and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Andre, you really are pulling out all the stops tonight."

"Anything for my lovely wife."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Quinn spotted the woman across the restaurant at a different table. "Bimbo at nine o' clock."

"She's not a bimbo." Huck glanced towards the woman, she was a short, thin women with long, thick blonde hair.

"She's just traveling the world and screwing whoever is eyesight, right?" The waiter returned quickly with a bottle of chilled wine, "Thank you so much, honey."

"Anything for you, dear." Huck noticed the way Mrs. Manics made her way towards them, she shook hands with couples at other tables but he felt her cold, blue eyes trained on them.

"Are you all ready to order?" Huck placed two orders of sea bass lightly touched with lemon, Quinn sat back and allowed him to play the roll of the man. She felt someone tap her lightly on her shoulder.

"You two don't look too familiar, I'm Sarah, Sarah Manics. My husband and I own this place, but you two don't look like familiar faces."

"No, no we're just visiting." Quinn raised the wine to her lips and sipped slowly.

"Yes, my wife and I are here in town visiting relatives, don't worry we'll be out your hair by the morning." Huck smirked before letting his eyes roam over the womans body and he could see the slight blush kiss her cheeks before disappearing. "We'll be heading home to Los Angeles in the morning." Quinn noticed how confident Huck sounded when he spoke, it wasn't shocking but it was amazing to watch him sink his teeth into this woman who they about to make sure never received one penny from the man that she vowed to love until the day she died.

"You're Californians? What do you do out there?" Sarah's eyes turned to Quinn, Quinn could tell by the way the womans eyes dropped to her legs that she was more than interested, she couldn't help but laugh on the inside because she might make it home before the ten o' clock news.

"I'm a stay at home mom, we have two boys and a girl."

"I'm jealous!" Sarah squealed in delight as Quinn pushed her drink away, "Do you have pictures?" Quinn pulled out the fake pictures of a children that didn't belong to them. Sarah leaned in brushing her breast against Quinn's arm, it took all of Quinn's will power not to push the woman away from her. "They're beautiful. Are you all happily married?"

"Very much so." Quinn felt Huck grab her hand gently, he pressed a gentle kiss onto her knuckles. "We're a bit more open minded so we don't do the rings but she deserved some time away in a beautiful city."

"It can be very dangerous out there." Sarah said, she leaned back and stepped away from Quinn and slid around the table towards Huck.

"Is it? D.C. seems like such a nice town." Quinn feigned innocence to the atrocities that were committed in this city under their very feet. She knew all too well that the people in this city were backstabbing and dangerous.

"It can be very dangerous if you don't have the right guide."

"Are you offering?" Huck asked, he sipped at his wine knowing this woman was already falling for their trap. He could see the desire dancing in her eyes, more towards Quinn than himself.

"It depends on what you're into."

"We love trying new things, isn't that right, Andre?" Quinn stroked the top of his hand.

"Of course, Kamri."

"Great." Sarah purred as her eyes went from Quinn to Huck then back to Quinn, "I'll take care of dinner, so eat whatever your heart desires." Huck watched as the woman sashayed away and went to another table.

"That lady needs a lot of help."

"I know, good lord she had her tits all on my shoulder." Quinn sipped at the wine and watched as their waiter returned to their table. "I'm glad we're not married for real."

"And why is that?" Huck said under his breath.

"You didn't even let me reel her in."

"I think your little line about trying new things was more than enough, I'm surprised she wasn't spent at the table."

"Baked sea bass kissed with lemon. Can I get you anything else?" Huck declined and watched as the waiter disappeared.

"I didn't know you could be so flirty and charming." Quinn said while taking a bite of her sea bass.

"I can when I have to be."

"But that's not what you like to do?" she asked.

"No, I'd prefer they come to me." Huck raised the wine glass to his lips and tipped it back.

"I think her coming isn't the issue," Huck choked on the wine he was drinking, he had expected her to say something flippant but nothing like that. Quinn never failed to surprise him. "It's getting her to leave that's the problem."

"You're mad that she was more interested in you?" Huck asked after a few harsh coughs drawing a bit of attention to their table.

"I think disgusted is the word."

"At least we got a free meal out of it."

"Is that what it takes for you on the first date."

"No, I'm not that cheap."

"So how much more do we need?"

"A confession."

"Great, that's what I didn't want."

"Why? I thought you wanted to 'reel her in'" Quinn watched as he used air quotes and smirked. They chatted amicably about tactics to receive the confession from Sarah Manics without having to do anything too drastic, but Quinn knew in the back of her mind that they might end up having to end at least caressing this woman in some way, whether it was her or her ego.


Quinn stepped outside on the side of the building and called Olivia, she picked up on the first ring.

"What? What happened? Did you get it, yet?"

"No, no. What hotel?"

"The Jefferson. Do you think you're going to need the room?"

"We want to have it just in case this bird doesn't sing."

"Is she at least interested?"

"Yeah, she's interested. I'll call you back later when we get the info."

"Alright." Quinn slipped back inside the restaurant where she saw Sarah sitting in her seat. Kamri might have been a bit upset if she saw some blonde bimbo chatting up her husband but Quinn was more amused than anything.

"... She's pretty open to the idea, and you are a beautiful woman. It will be an anniversary surprise."

"Good, I'd be glad to be apart of it." Quinn felt Sarah's words seep into her bone, and it made her skin crawl. She wanted to blame Sarah's husband for not keeping her fulfilled but by this point, Quinn imagined, she must have found someone to love besides her husband. Having all these grandiose affairs with random couples shouldn't have been the only thing that interested. The woman needed a hobby or a good friend. "Honey..."

"Yes, I just talked to the sitter. Jesse and Daniel just had their baths and now they're watching movies and Lily is already asleep, you know I hate to be away from them for too long."

"Can I talk to you, privately?" Quinn nodded her head and stepped away from their table where their food lay half-eaten and picked over. They were tucked away in an alcove where Sarah could still see them but she couldn't read their lips. "She's ready."

"Of course she is, but has she said it?"

"I'm sure you can get it out of her in the limo."

"What? Me? I thought you said...but... She's all touchy feely."

"Doesn't matter."

"I hope you know I'd rather be torturing someone, because this is torture on some level." Quinn grabbed his hand and headed back towards the table. Quinn knew she would have to ignore her nerves and do her best to get the woman to say exactly what they needed her to say. When they were standing in front of Sarah, she was undressing both of them with her eyes. "I'm ready if you are."

"Where are you guys staying?"

"The Jefferson." Huck said while wrapping an arm around Quinn's waist. He wanted to make sure that the woman didn't put any space between him and Quinn. He knew that Quinn was trying her hardest but she wasn't comfortable, fortunately he knew that was her role. Stuffy housewife. The group slid into the black limousine as it began to cruise around the city. Somehow Sarah wiggle her way between Huck and Quinn. "Do you do this often?"

"Sometimes. You guys were just irresistible this time. I couldn't let you all get out of my sight, I knew you would be up for some fun." Quinn watched as Huck began to undo his tie. "Do you want to get comfortable, Kamri?"

"Not until we get to the hotel." Quinn snapped.

"You're right, she is shy." Sarah smiled, it was a feral grin that would make the most cold blooded assassin feel uncomfortable.

"You told her I was shy?" Quinn narrowed her eyes at Huck, he had the nerve to look ashamed. "You're such a bastard, you better hope I let you watch."

"How often do you guys do this?" Sarah asked, Huck slid a small keycard out of his pocket and handed it to Sarah.

"Do what? Argue? All the time." Quinn tapped her foot as she spoke.

"No, switch"

"Switch?" Quinn feigned innocence again, and Sarah gobbled it up.

"You know, sleep with another person, add someone into the bedroom to bring some spice into your life." Sarah let her eyes drop down to Quinn's legs and thighs before looking back up at her with a lustfully dazed glint in her eyes.

"One time we did, he cried afterwards." Quinn said while folding her arms across her chest. "You go on up there and we'll be right there, I just have to set him straight on a few things." Sarah stepped out of the limousine and walked up the steps into the Jefferson. Quinn watched as she disappeared into the hotel and waited until she was out of sight to tell the driver to head back to OPA. "I am not shy."

"I can't believe you're offended."

"Just a little, thank god she didn't touch me."

"Are you hungry?" he asked, "I couldn't eat it, too much lemon."

"Yeah, I was so nervous I felt my stomach shrinking and I couldn't eat anything." Quinn leaned forward and spoke to the limousine driver through the window. "Can you take us to Black and Orange?"


"It's no Gettysburger, but it was pretty good." Quinn and Huck walked down the street as the limousine trailed them making sure that they got to wherever they were going. They waited in line to get their food and ate inside the restaurant, ignoring the odd stares and rude comments, it was a pretty good night. As they walked down the busy street Huck place his jacket around her shoulder. "Thanks.

"You did pretty good tonight."

"Pretty good? I guess so. Hey, I have a question."

"Sure, what is it?" Huck sipped on the soda to rid the taste of the awful wine that they gave them. Being friends with Olivia Pope meant that at one time or another you were going to drink wine, and it was going to be great but that was awful and he vowed never to set foot in the restaurant again unless it was purely business.

"Was there anyone in the room?" Huck nodded his head at her question, "Who?"

"Her husband."

"Oh my god."

"Indeed, and he listened to everything that was said."

"We called his wife creepy." Quinn chewed on the edge of her nail, it was a bad habit she was trying to break.

"I think he's called her a lot worse." When Huck and Quinn stopped at the edge of the street they slid into the limousine and enjoyed the ride back to OPA. Abby, Harrison and Olivia were waiting with expectant smiles as their secret agents stepped off the lift.

"Did you get it?" Olivia asked.

"We mean the recording, by the way." Abby stepped forward and pushed a few loose strands away from her face.

"Ha ha, very funny." Quinn said while pulling at the dress, "Yeah, the lady was a total skank. She smelled like bad wine, and cheap perfume and then tried to push herself up on me."

"She was more interested in you?" Harrison asked.

"Ugh, yeah."

"So how did your real date go?" Abby asked.

"What do you mean 'real date'?"

"You and Huck, you went somewhere else." Abby pointed to the cup in her hand.

"Yeah, Black and Orange, we got some burgers and just talked."

"Sounds like a date to me." Harrison said while removing the wire from Huck's inner sleeve.

"And you're even wearing his jacket, I wonder when he'll give you his varsity letter."

"OK, that's enough you two. Good work guys." Olivia pushed Harrison and Abby back inside the office and left Huck and Quinn alone.

"Can you give me a ride home, Abby didn't want me to drive over here since she basically painted this dress on."

"Yeah, sure."

The only sound in the car was the persistent humming of the engine, Huck opted to keep the radio off because he knew she would end up falling asleep. He wasn't sure how, and he was never interested in finding out, but he knew all her preparation had to be tiring and also fighting off Sarah Manics must have taken a lot of strength. When he pulled up in front of her apartment he was surprised to find that she wasn't sleep at all.

"Thanks for dinner." Huck nodded, he never felt the need to speak when she was around. It wasn't that she didn't deserve his words, it was that they were too comfortable for words. Huck noticed that she made it to her apartment before turning around and running back to the car, he was worried she might hurt herself in those heels. Quinn opened the door and leaned across the seat, "Sorry, I forgot, since technically it was a date." She gave him a soft peck on the cheek before running back inside her apartment. He waited until he saw the lights flicker on in her apartment window before driving away, he hadn't expected her to kiss him at all. It was sweet. It was innocent. It was nice. When he undressed at home later on that night he noticed the stain of red lipstick on his cheek and couldn't help but smile, and he remembered she still had his jacket.


AN: Just something cute, since I could imagine them going to get burgers and fries and doing stakeouts rather then going to a restaurant and drinking wine and stuff like that. I didn't see a way I could get them on a date without it being extremely weird and too OOC. Sorry if there's any confusion about the story. Olivia accepts a client that wants to divorce his wife but doesn't want to pay her any money. Admission to infidelity would then be used in the court room and so on and so forth. Huckleberry Quinn are then used as bait... so on and so forth.