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Mellie was walking down the hallway of the west wing as Cyrus called out her name.

"Mellie!" yelled out as he was going to ask how Fitz was doing.

Mellie, guilty of telling Fitz about Olivia's disappearance, decided to walk faster until Cyrus kept calling out her name, making her turn on a fake smile and turning around. "Cy." She finally acknowledged him.

"How is our guy doing?" Cyrus asked as he was walking beside Mellie.

Mellie looked away from Cyrus, not able to give him an eye contact. "He is doing.. Fine. Well, not fine. But he is fine."

"...What?"

"Well, he is in the Oval. Not there, but physically present." She explained, trying to describe Fitz's state.

Cyrus gave a little shrug. Then looked back at Mellie. "You didn't tell him, did you?" He asked.

Mellie opened her mouth to say something but then Cyrus's phone started ringing. As she smiled and said, "You should get that."

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"This is Harrison." The other line said as Cyrus picked up his phone. "From OPA."

"Yes, of course. Did you find anything?" Cyrus said hopefully, entering his office.

"Well, I got good news and bad news. Good news, we did find the plane that Liv was on. It departed in Washington DC and its arrival was Croatia."

"Croatia?"

"Yes, but the bad news; the plane... It never landed." Harrison said hesitantly. "I called the International airport in Croatia but they told us that the plane was schedule to land but they never did."

Cyrus tried to process the information. "What do you mean the plane never landed? 5 tons of metal just does not disappear in thin air."

"..." There was a silence from the other line. "..We think.. There is a possibility that the plane... Might have crashed."

Cyrus collapsed on his chair and dropped his phone.

But before he could react in any ways, his office door burst open as Fitz was standing on the doorway.

He had one of his eyebrows raised. He looked mad but at the same time, calm.

Cyrus didn't even say anything to him as he just opened his mouth. He honestly did not know what to say.

"I.. I.. Liv.. I.." Cyrus muttered.

Fitz looked at him with his piercing blue eyes. He closed the door and walked toward his desk. "What does Mellie mean when she says, 'Olivia left'?" Fitz asked.

'That bitch.' Cyrus thought. 'She just cannot keep her mouth shut.' But he just did not have a mentality to react.

He was just so shocked right now and everything was happening so fast.

"Cyrus?" Fitz asked again. "Are you okay?"

"...Yes." Cyrus quietly answered but then he said, "Actually, no. I am not okay."

Fitz looked at him puzzled.

Cyrus stood up from his chair as he walked up to Fitz. "Sir, Olivia is missing."

Fitz stood there, still making an expression where he does not understand. "What do you mean.. Missing?"

"Several days ago, when you were asking for Olivia, we were tracking her down and realized that she.. Left. The states. And we were trying to get her back and I asked her.. Associates, and then I just got a call, saying that the plane. The plane that were suppose to get her out of the country, is missing." Cyrus tried to calmly explain the situation, but there was no way to make this sound 'calm'.

Fitz just stared at Cyrus. "..." He went up to his desk and started fiddling with the a miniature Lincoln Statue. "Missing. The plane went missing. As in the plane... Crashed?"

"Well... Well we are not trying to jump to conclusions but.. that is one of the.. possibility." Cyrus stuttered.

Fitz looked at Cyrus. It was impossible to read his face at that moment. Cyrus was expecting a scream or a maybe a panic but Fitz was unbelievably calm. But his eyes were full with sadness and sorrow.

"...Sir?" Cyrus asked, wondering what he was thinking.

Fitz just nodded as he exited out of the room.


"You're not serious." He said. She gave him a slight nod and a giggle. "On a business trip? That is just wrong, Olivia!" He exclaimed.

Olivia was not a talkative person.

She did not tell her private to anybody. She never gossiped or talked about 'men' in her life.

But now here she find herself giggling with Larry, who seems to be entertained by her love life.

'Honestly? It wasn't so bad' She thought to herself.

She told him that the guy that she is in love with is her boss, who she met on her first day of the job.

She also told him about how he tried to fire her when he first saw her because he was attracted her. But his boss wouldn't let him, making her take the job.

Olivia described the tension that she felt between them when they were alone and remembered to tell him about the time when he pulled her out from a meeting to a hallway and asked her for 1 minute, to pretend that they weren't who they were, and to stare at each others eye.

And one day when they were on a business trip she could no longer deny the tension and the next thing she realized was that she was in his room, making love, passionately.

She basically told him everything.

Well everything except for the fact that the guy she was in love with was a married man with kids. The most powerful man in the world. The President of the United States. Fitzgerald Grant the III.

"So what is his flaw?" Larry asked.

"Hm?" Olivia answered while she was eating her beans.

"What is stopping you guys? I do not see a ring on your finger, which definitely means that you aren't married. Or engaged. Except from the story, he is like the perfect guy. One with all the looks, money and the charm. He sounds like he is in love with you and you are definitely head of heels for him, so what? What is his flaw?"

Olivia just stared at Larry. "...I..." She couldn't answer. She drifted off.

When Larry realized that Olivia was uncomfortable with the question, Larry changed the topic. "Honestly, these can foods taste better than the dishes I cook."

Olivia gave him a smile, but deep down, she was hurt. She was hurt because even at that moment, she missed Fitz.


Cyrus was in his office, not knowing what he should do. I mean he definitely should look for Liv, but again; how?

It's not like he can call in the head of the FBI and CIA to launch an emergency investigation on her.

Then he remembered Rowan.

He might be the head of the most dangerous, secretive service in the nation, but before he was any of that, he was Olivia's father.

Or at least that is what Cyrus thought.

Cyrus dialed in Rowan's number as the other line answered.

"Cyrus, I think I have warned you before that this is not how things work." Rowan said in a deep voice.

"I know. I know that I am not suppose to call you first, but this is an emergency." Cyrus tried explaining. "It's about Liv. Olivia. The plane that you sent her off, it never landed. It never met its destination!"

"..." There was no reply from the other line.

Then everything made sense.

Everything fit in like a completed puzzle piece.

Cyrus gasped. "...But of course you knew... You... You were the one who sent her off... It was your private jet... It was... You were behind the whole thing..."

"She was a threat to the republic."

"But she!" He yelled out but then softened his voice. "But you are her father. She is your daughter."

Rowan scoffed. "Before I am her father, I am the head of the top national security agency. Before she is my daughter, she is a threat to the nation. It had to be done."

Cyrus could not hide his shock. He was doubting his ears. And it was funny that he considered himself a political monster.

"You of all people should understand, Cyrus. I mean your not really in the place to judge either; you did try to murder your husband." Rowan said with a bit of a chuckle. "So, I am telling you. Don't look for her. It won't do you any good. I am not a man in patience. I do not like to repeat things I said."

"..." Cyrus did not give a reply. He couldn't give a reply.

"And remember, I am more than capable to get rid of Fitzgerald if he threatens the republic. But I think you already know that."

And with that, Cyrus hung up his phone.


"Thank you all for coming in such short notice." Fitz said. In the oval office, he was sitting down with the head of FBI, CIA, Secretary of the States, and the Secretary of the Homeland security.

"It's our honor, Mr. President." The head of CIA stated in the most formal voice.

Fitz nodded as he looked around the room. "Today, I called you all to land an official investigation for a missing plane."

They looked at each other puzzled. Fitz pointed at the files placed in front of them. "It's a private jet that went missing on its way to Croatia. There was a passenger named... Olivia Pope. I need you all to put all hands on deck to find this plane."

They were looking over the file as the head of FBI said, "Sir, this case was already filed 2 days ago. And I assure you all our agents are-"

Before he can finish his sentence, Fitz cut him off. "I know. I am sure that your guys are trying their 'best' but I want to move this to the top of the list. I need all hands on deck for this case. This case will be the prioritized over every case."

Fitz looked at each of their faces as they looked confused.

They were all trying to say something as they opened their mouth but they didn't say anything.

But then the Secretary of Homeland security stated.

"Sir, there are so many cases that we all are working on, we can't just push everything aside and prioritize a private jet crash on the list."

Fitz looked directly into his eyes as he frowned. "Are you questioning my judgment Mr. Johnson?" He asked.

"No, definitely not." He stuttered as he looked down on the file.

"Good." Fitz smiled. "Then, let's busy our selves. We have a case to work on."

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Cyrus was rushing down the hallway as he reached the oval office. But before he could enter, there was a secret service agent blocking the door way. "I'm sorry sir, but you cannot enter."

Cyrus frowned. "What?" He asked as he looked at Lauren, who was sitting right outside the office.

Lauren looked at Cyrus apologetically. "I'm sorry sir, but Mr. President specifically told us not to let us anyonein."

"I'm Cyrus Beene. I am his chief of staff."

"I'm sorry sir, but I cannot let you in." Lauren replied as she looked down, busying herself with the documents.

Cyrus looked at the Secret service agent blocking the door and walked up to Lauren. "Well, then can you tell me what he is doing in there?"

Lauren looked away from Cyrus. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"Lauren, I got you in this office. You owe me."

"I... I can't tell you because I don't know." She stumbled. Cyrus looked at Lauren giving her a look. "I just know that it was an emergency meeting. It was not part of his schedule."

But before she can say anything, the door opened as they all head out. Cyrus realized that they were the head of the FBI, CIA, Secretary of States and Secretary of Homeland security. You didn't need to be a genius to realize that Fitz launched an investigation on the plane.

Cyrus stomped into the Oval as he closed the door behind him.

"Sir, this is insane." Cyrus stated. "You lined up the head of every scrutiny agency in the nation to find your mistress?"

Fitz walked behind his desk. "How many times, do I have to remind you that she is more than a-"

Cyrus interrupted as he was standing in front of the resolute desk. "Of course she is more than that. She is the love of your life, she is your only hope blah blah I get it." He blabbered. "But I am not letting you waste your time on looking for her." Cyrus concluded.

Fitzgerald scoffed as he frowned. "I'm sorry. Did I miss the part where you became my boss?" He asked with sarcasm.

Cyrus sighed. "You have to understand. I am trying to protect you. Your life is at risk every moment that you are with her."

"Then let it be." Fitz said with a smile.

Cyrus grunted. "This is not romance novel. This isn't fairy tale. You and Liv? It will never happen. Never. And what would you do if you find her, huh? Divorce Mellie and bring her to the White House? There is no future between you two. How am I the only one who can see this?!"

Cyrus looked at Fitz who was amusingly listening to him. "Have you ever thought that she wanted to run away? From you? Don't you ever feel guilty that you are taking away her future? The chance to have a normal life? You don't deserve her."

"Go on." Fitz said calmly. Slightly amused.

"And you will be assassinated. Like how JFK died. You really think just some crazy lunatic decided to shoot the president? Rowan will kill you. He killed his daughter, what makes you think he is going to hesitate to kill you?" Cyrus blurted out as he face was getting red. But soon realized what he just said.

Fitz frowned. "Rowan? He was behind all this? He was the one who planned all this?"

"That is not the point." Cyrus explained. "The point is, you have to stop looking for her, or you'll be dead. And this time, it will not be an attempt. It will be an actual assassination."

Fitz stood up from the chair and walked toward Cyrus. "I don't care." He simply stated.

"I don't care if I die. Really. I don't. I'm not scared. But you know what scares me? Trying to plan my life without Olivia. The idea of her not being alive? The idea of her not breathing just doesn't..."

He looked down for a moment. "She could be out there. Alive, struggling, and starving in some place, trying to survive. Waiting for help. And if I just give up? That will kill me. The guilt will eat me alive and I promise you, it will kill me."

He looked back up at Cyrus making firm eye contact with him. Cyrus gulped. "So no. I will keep looking for her. Whether she is alive or dead. I will look for her and until I find her, I will do whatever the hell I want. I am the President of the United States. I am the Commander in Chief. And there is nothing anybody can do to stop me."


A/N: I honestly love it when Fitz is in power. I can like feel his charisma (:

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