"Olivia, I'm serious. That stain is not going to come out."
"It could come out. If I get the right treatment for it, the stain will come off of my couch. What are you doing here anyway, dad?"
"A bird told me that you came back from the island. I thought I'd make sure you got back alright. And to find out when you are leaving again."
"I haven't decided when to go back to the island yet. I have to deal with Harrison's funeral and now with Fitz. Isn't your job supposed to be to protect the republic? How do you think not telling me about Fitz's issues in good for the republic? You should have told me to come back and fix all of this."
Eli handed her a glass of wine and sat down. "His issues are his own; you don't need to fix his problems. You do need to fix your own."
"I have no problems. It seems that any that I did have, you took care of."
"After the funeral, you need to get back on the plane and go to the island."
"No after the funeral, I have to focus on how to fix Fitz. That's my only priority after the funeral. I'm going to bury my best friend and fix my… Fitz. So no, I am not going back to an island anytime soon."
"Olivia, you don't really have a choice in this. You will get on a plane when the funeral is over."
"I'm telling you that I am not. You cannot make me get on to that plane and be sent away again. You do not control me."
"Believe what you will but know that I will send you back with Jake and that's the end of this conversation. Now, what can I do to help you with the funeral?"
"Everything is being taken care of," she told him. Looking at the clock she realized it was way later than she thought. "It's getting very late. I need to be somewhere. You and I can deal with each other later in a few days."
"Fine, enjoy trying to get that stain out."
Once Eli left her apartment, Olivia decided to give up fixing the couch and head over to the White House. Getting a cab over gave her time to think about what she had caused Fitz. The driver dropped her off at the back gate and let her out. At ten o'clock at night there wasn't anyone around. The lights upstairs in the residence were on and she could see Fitz sitting on the balcony above her.
"Am I going to be tackled if I try to come up?" Olivia yelled getting his attention.
Fitz stood up going to the edge and looking down seeing her. "I thought you weren't coming. I thought I may have to send out the military to find you."
"I promised I'd be back and here I am."
"I was thinking of going to bed."
"Then you should go to bed and I'll go back to my apartment. I'll see you tomorrow maybe."
"Spend the night here."
"You know that's not a good idea, Fitz."
"Just get up here."
Sighing, Olivia didn't feel like arguing so she went upstairs to the residence. Fitz met her at the top of the stairs and took her to his bedroom.
"I know you probably have some questions and I want to answer them for you. I don't want there to be anything for you to worry about, Liv. So ask away," Fitz told her sitting down on the bed in his pajama pants and a t-shirt.
"I am so tired of talking to people today. Can we just lay down and go to sleep?" Olivia went to his closet and pulled out a pair of his pajama pants and his NAVY shirt and slipped them on.
"Sure we can do that."
When the sun came up, so did Fitz. He called down to his secretary and had her make arrangements to go to Camp David for the rest of the weekend.