Fitz and Cyrus tried to work their best on keeping the day to day meetings going but both were still very worried about Olivia. A week had passed since they realized that she was missing and started to look for her. So far, they'd had no luck.

"Mr. President," Tom interrupted their meeting, "there's something important for you."

"We'll resume this tomorrow," Fitz dismissed the group and headed back to his office. "What have you got?"

As he walked in the Oval, twenty people stood around waiting for him.

"Sir, every agency we have has been looking for Ms. Pope everywhere in the world. Ms. Pope is nowhere to be found. She seems to have fallen off the grid permanently. There is no trace of her on any surveillance, her credit cards, and team members. She's just vanished," the head of the secret service told him.

"Do you mean to tell me that 200 people have been looking for a week for one person and you come in here and tell me that she's not on the planet anymore?"

"Sir, I'm sor…"

"That's unacceptable. I have the secret service, NSA, CIA, FBI, Homeland Security, Army, Navy, Air Force, National Guard, and some other very scary people looking for ONE PERSON and no one can find her?"

"Mr. President," Cyrus stopped him. "I know that they are doing everything that they can to find her. I want her back here as much as you do. Liv doesn't want to be found. She's disappeared herself."

Fitz ignored Cyrus's comments and continued with the people in front of him. "Add another team and find her. At least fifty more people. I want you searching all tapes of the airport, train stations, bus stations, taxis, anywhere that a person can travel through. Find her NOW!"

Without a second spared, everyone scurried out of the room leaving Fitz and Cyrus alone.

"Mr. President… Fitz," Cyrus started.

"I don't care if she doesn't want to be found. She doesn't get to just walk away without saying goodbye. And for all we know, she could be hurt, someone could have taken her, one of the countries that hates us could be torturing her, there's any number of possibilities that may have happened to her," Fitz said staring out the window.

Cyrus moved to stand beside him knowing that Fitz had been thinking about all of this all week. "You can't think like that. And you definitely can't say it out loud. Olivia is fine somewhere taking a vacation. An extended vacation, but she's going to come home. She's going to come back to us and be Olivia Pope. Saying what you just said, can't happen again. No one has taken her, no one is hurting her."

"We have her will, Cy. Something has to have happened to her. She wouldn't just send us a copy of her will if she was fine."

"Olivia has done many things that make us want to question it but we both know that whatever she was thinking, she did it in her right mind. Olivia Pope doesn't do anything without a plan. This was just part of whatever plan she is working on right now. You have to relax and let the team work on it. We are going to find her. And we will bring her back."

"Well, one of us has to think positive. Go home to Ella, Cy. I'll finish up here."

Fitz sat at his desk flipping through papers, reading them slowly and signing the ones he needed to. Every few minutes his mind would go back to Liv. He couldn't get the idea of someone hurting her out of his head. He should be there to protect her. He had to safe her even from herself.

He finished his papers and got ready to go up to the Residence for the night when someone burst through the Oval door.

"MR. PRESIDENT!" the man yelled coming in. Tom and Daniel rushed in after him grabbing the man and holding him back.

"What the hell is going on?" Fitz demanded to know.

"Sir, I have information, I found something!" he yelled.

"What did you find?"

"About Olivia Pope!"

Fitz told the agents to let him go and ushered the man further in. "What's your name?"

"Michael, Sir."

"Well, Michael, what did you find?" He handed Fitz the folder and flipped it open.

"Sir, I've found her. I've found Ms. Pope."

Fitz read the information even had pictures from surveillance tapes of her. "Lauren!" He yelled for his assistant to come in.

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Get Cyrus on the phone, prepare Air Force One for takeoff, tell the pilot to be ready."

"Yes, sir."

"Michael, you did a good job. As soon as I get back here, you get a promotion."

Lauren came into the Oval and pressed the buttons on the phone and handed it to Fitz. "Mr. Beene, sir."

"Cyrus, they found her. Air Force One is taking off in twenty minutes. Are you coming with?"

"You go get her and bring her home. Let her know I'm kicking her ass the second I see her," Cyrus told him.

"Right after me, Cy. You handle things here and I'll be sure to bring her home."