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Chapter 3

Couple of days later...

Olivia opened her eyes slowly. It was too bright. She closed them again. Something was not right and she knew it. She tried opening her eyes one more time and everything she saw was a blur. Her vision started improving by the minute, heightening her sense of confusion. She couldn't remember anything after leaving the White House. She had a wonderful time with Fitz and Teddy, but after that everything was blank.

She wasn't home, that she knew for sure, cause it was so cold here and she was wearing a shirt that wasn't hers. Where the hell was she? And why the hell couldn't she remember anything? Why was her vision so blurry?

Too many questions yet so few answers. She was exhausted even though she felt like she had been sleeping for days. She had to go back to sleep.

The next morning, she was awaken by the unobstructed sunlight coming from a window by the bed she was sleeping in. Her ming was far less foggy than it was the day before. She looked around and found she was in some sort of a cottage or cabin. It was scarcely furnished with one double bed, a small fridge, a stove, a cupboard and an old, dusty sofa. She tried to sit up and noticed how hungry and weak she was. She must have been here for days. She was also very thirsty. She swung her legs off the bed and found that her right leg was shackled with a long chain to the bed. What the fuck?

She got up and tried to walk to the fridge. She needed water. In the fridge she found a bottle of water and a wrapped ham and cheese sandwich. She took them and ate the sandwich with the speed of light and then drank the whole bottle.

Then she went to the windows to see where she was. All she saw were woods, a lake and some mountain tops. Where the hell was she? She was kidnapped, that was obvious.

The moment she had that thought, the cabin door opened and a man came in. He was wearing a rain-coat with a hoodie because it was pouring outside. She didn't know who it was and she stood still. He hadn't noticed her yet. Then he turned and she dropped the nearly empty bottle. It was him. I was Captain Jake Ballard.

"What the hell, Jake?" screamed Olivia.

"Good morning to you too." answered Jake calmly.

"You kidnapped me you son-of-a-bitch." continued Olivia.

"I would like to think that I just took what was already mine." he countered.

"Yours? I'm not some object that's your to take. I am a human being capable of making choices and I made mine. I am with Fitz and you have to be civil about it and accept it. That's how it works in the 21st century cause this ain't the Stone Age, you know?"

"First of all, I don't have to do anything and second, I make the rules here." said Jake as he started unloading his grocery bags.

"Where are we? When are you going to let me go?" asked Olivia trying to gauge the situation and his intentions.

"We are in the middle of nowhere and I do not intend to let you go."

"Can the shackles disappear?" she nearly begged.

"They are going to when you decide to stay here with me willingly." he said matter-of-factly.

She was in big, big trouble and it would be at least a week till someone even realized she was gone. Fuck.

Fitz was sitting at his desk in the Oval Office reading some new poll results. His odds were good, but he wasn't feeling cheerful. He missed his Livvy. He became used to spending so much time with her after the divorce, so being away from her was the worst punishment ever. He wanted this week to be over as soon as possible so he could win the election (properly this time) and have her back. He needed her. He was irritable, sexually frustrated and depressed most of the time. He hated it. He wondered whether she was sunbathing on the beach of perhaps shopping. Was she having fun without him? Hopefully not, he smiled.

A week later...

Olivia was frustrated. She had to get out of here. She was humoring Jake and played by his rules, but that doesn't mean she was happy about it. She wanted out, she wanted home, she wanted Fitz. But instead she was in the middle of nowhere stuck with a lunatic who thought he owned her. It's Election Day. She didn't have access to a TV and she hoped Fitz was doing ok, both on the polls and personally. She missed him. She wanted to call him to wish him good luck. She wanted to vote for him, but she couldn't do any of that. Nobody even knew she was missing. No one was coming to save her. She was on her own.

Later that day the White House was bustling with staff trying to get the latest number of votes. Everything was hectic and everyone was on edge. But Fitz was another story. To him it all seemed surreal. He felt down and sad. He craved Olivia. She is supposed to call tonight. He couldn't wait. Tomorrow she would be here and Second Term or not he would be the happiest man alive. The results from the election should be in at any minute. He wished she was here to share this moment with him.

An aide entered the Oval and put a folder on his desk.

"The results, Sir." he said.

"Bring everyone here." commanded President Grant.

This was the moment of truth.

The Oval was filling up fast and he opened the folder.

Then, he closed it.

"Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have..." he started not giving anything away "...we have won!"

Everyone cheered and clapped. They had a second term. They are staying in the White House.

After his Victory Speech, Fitz jogged to his office to check his phone. Liv was supposed to call. But there were no missed calls, no text messages, no voice mails, nothing. He sat at his desk and waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing happened. He decided to call her and dialed her number. He got her voice mail. Something wasn't right.

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