Hi,

Thank you for the positive reviews so far so just thought I would drop off another chapter.

All reviews are welcome, also ideas of where you see the story heading and what you'd like to happen would be interesting to read, especially as this story isn't planned in advance so it can go any way!

Again, usual disclaimer counts.

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-S&G

Olivia groaned as the shrill ringing of her mobile phone echoed throughout her office for the fifth time within ten minutes. She pressed the reject call button once again as she slammed her pen on the desk in frustration, unable to concentrate on the paperwork she was filling in. She glanced through the glass doors towards the main table where her Associates were gathered around the table focusing on a single computer screen with Huck at the forefront. She rose from her desk and stepped into the room, frowning as everybody in the adjoining room fell silent and stared towards her.

'Ok... What have I missed?' She probed cautiously as she moved closer to them and perched on the edge of the desk, they all glanced from one another before back at her, the silence overwhelming them. 'Someone tell me...'

'Nothing's happened Liv,' Harrison reassured her with a nod of his head, 'Huck is just hacking into some intel for Senator Richards' case, it's no big deal we're handling it.'

Olivia nodded her head in agreement, 'well I know you're all more than capable of handling it but that doesn't explain the whispering and the silence,'

'We want to know what's wrong with you today,' Abby stated, shrugging her shoulders as Quinn sighed and Harrison nudged her, 'what? You've been quiet all day Liv just sitting in your office letting your phone ring.'

'There is nothing wrong with me, I'm busy' she explained with a wave of her hand as she batted away their concern. She sighed as the phone at the end of the main desk began to ring.

'I'll get it,' Harrison offered signalling for her to sit down as he answered the phone. 'Olivia Pope and Associates,' he looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding his head and holding the receiver towards Olivia, 'Liv it's for you.'

Olivia stood from her place at the table and took the phone from Harrison as she gave him a forced smile, 'Olivia Pope,'

'Hi,' she rolled her eyes as she heard Fitz's deep tones flow through the telephone line,

'What do you want?' She asked, throwing a cautious glance towards Harrison as he watched her carefully,

'You've been ignoring my calls all day,' he reasoned,

'I'm working.'

'Come to the White House later,' she frowned as she heard his orders,

'Again, I'm working,'

'Livi,' his voice turned softer as breathed her name.

She sighed in exasperation, 'goodbye.' She placed the receiver back in its holder, cutting him off from her before throwing a false smile towards the group of people gathered around the large conference table and making her way back into the safety of her personal office.

Olivia stepped out of the lift in her apartment block as she took her gloves off and began to root around in her bag for her keys. Upon finding them she placed the correct key in the lock and opened the door, throwing her gloves and bag on to the surface next to the front door as she shut the door behind her with her foot. She reached up for the light switch, gasping in shock as the room became induced in light and it highlighted a man standing in front of her sofa staring back at her. She clutched her chest with her hand as she took a deep breath,

'You scared me.' She stated with a look of distaste as he shrugged his shoulders,

'Sorry but if I told you that I was coming would you have come home?' He asked as he watched her take her coat off.

'Fitz' she paused as she studied him briefly before continuing, 'I told you I was busy, I've been working, I can't drop everything when you ring me, people rely on me,' she told him, walking forwards and placing her coat on the back of the sofa and making eye contact with him for the first time before she glanced around her apartment. 'Where are Tom and Hal?'

Fitz chuckled to himself as he resumed his position that he was in prior to her entry on the sofa, 'they're probably outside your door now, I made them hide in the corridor like naughty schoolboys until you came home otherwise you'd know I was here.'

'So what are you doing here? Aside from making yourself extremely comfortable on my couch.' She asked, leaning over the back of the sofa as she surveyed him sprawled across her furniture,

'You wouldn't answer my...'

'I answered your call.' She cut in,

'Oh come on, barely.' He retorted, 'I hardly call being forced to say hello down the phone a conversation with my girlfriend,' she rolled her eyes and walked towards the kitchen, 'what now? Why do you do this?' He questioned, confused by her attitude as he watched her pull a bottle of red wine from the cupboard and a glass,

'I'm not doing anything, wine?' She offered and he nodded his head in agreement and watched as she brought the wine and glasses over to the small coffee table in front of him. 'Who knows you're here?' She asked and he rolled his eyes,

'Cyrus knows if that's what you're asking but it doesn't matter, I'm talking about you right now.' He told her, taking a sip of the wine from the glass she had just poured him before moving his feet off her sofa in order to make room for her to seat herself next to him. He sat in silence for a moment as he silently watched her sip her wine and curl up into the corner of the couch, 'is this about last night?'

Olivia suddenly looked more intrigued and leant forwards, replacing her glass of wine on the coffee table and turned to face him with her head tilted sideways as she waited for him to continue. 'I'm sorry?' He attempted, he looked back at her to gauge her reaction and was disappointed as she leant back into a cushion, apparently unimpressed with his apology. 'Right ok so that is the problem' he concluded with a despondent sigh.

She turned to face him once again, 'of course it's the problem! You cannot do that to me Fitzgerald, you cannot play me anymore when I so much as speak to another man, you're married.'

Fitz ran a hand through his hair, 'oh come on Olivia you know I'm only married to Mellie because you tell me to be and I'd leave her again in a heartbeat, her and the presidency. You know me Olivia, you know I would never have done anything with that girl.'

'Two words Fitz; Amanda Tanner.' Fitz stood up in contempt as his mouth gaped open,

'I can't even believe that you're bringing that up, you seriously think that I would have slept with that girl? Amanda Tanner was a mistake, I was drunk, lonely and hurt,' he began to raise his voice as she stood up to level with him.

'Exactly the same as you were last night, I can't live on edge Fitz, I can't worry about what sort of mood you're in and how much you've had to drink and how those factors will affect my life,' she retorted with a shake of her head as he leant forwards and tried to take her hand.

'Livie,' he said gently, stepping forwards and threading his fingers through her hair, 'Liv come on.'

'What?' She asked petulantly as she pouted and glanced upwards at him as he took her hand in his and pulling her closer to him,

'I love you.' Her eyes locked on to his as she let out a breath that she wasn't aware she was ever holding in, her hand bound tightly around his. 'I promise you, I would never.' She placed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes and inhaling his scent as he placed a kiss on the top of her head and mimicked her actions, resting his chin on the top of her head. He stepped backwards cautiously, gently tugging her to make her follow his movements as he sat on the sofa and pulled her down with him, resting his head back on hers as she cuddled up to his side, his hand gently stroking her waist.

After a few minutes silence, Fitz spoke, 'I wanted to meet you at the White House earlier, to formally ask you to come back to us,' she frowned, pulling back from him to study his face as she sat up slightly, 'to work for us on the next campaign trail, we need our fixer.'

'Oh,' she mumurred softly and he rubbed her trouser clad thigh with the palm of his hand,

'Oh?' He questioned, 'Mellie knows the deal now, if she wants to remain as first lady she embraces you, I stay with you on the campaign and she would only be there for the necessary photo ops and events. We really need a campaign manager and none of us want anybody but the best, but the best is you Olivia,' he charmed, his arms still wrapped around her.

'You know Mellie asked me before we got back together? Said how much you needed me, begged me to come back for the re-election campaign?' She asked and he nodded his head,

'I do.' He sighed, 'we have just under two weeks until we should really start the campaign and we are lacking some serious Olivia Pope organisation skills.'

'What's the plan so far?' She asked, raising her eyebrows at him as he stared blankly, 'you don't have one?' He shook his head as he avoided her gaze, 'in less than two weeks you need to be back on the road, kissing babies, helping old ladies cross the road in full view of the media and you haven't planned any of it?'

He leant forwards, kissing her fully on the lips before smiling at her, 'I'll have you an office ready in the West Wing by Monday.' He re-wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him,

'I haven't agreed yet.' She muttered into his chest and he simply smiled at her as he sighed in contentment.