Olivia pushes herself up from the ground. Her team rushes over to their side.

"Are you-"

Huck is on the ground. Blood spills from his new wound.

"Get him a doctor now!" orders Olivia, Harrison was first to flip out his phone and dial 911.

"Olivia. He's not the only one who needs a doctor!" informs Abby, as she looks at Olivia. Her chest is bleeding.

Olivia weakly pushes Abby away. "I need to get to her before he does… call David Rosen give him the plates."

"But-"

"Abby!" Olivia shouts. She's in too much pain to say anything further.

With a little bit of attitude Abby hops to it.

Huck sits up and pushes himself to his feet, he is in pain. Luckily for Olivia the bullet didn't hit anything vital.

However it popped through the bone of Huck's shoulder blade.

Olivia drops to her knees, her breathing slowing. She feels like an elephant just sat on her. Quinn raced to her side holding on to Olivia to make sure she doesn't collapse back and hit her head. Reporters film her as Olivia helplessly watches the murderer speed away.

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BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Olivia wakes to the sound. She's hooked to a heart monitor. "Where is she?" asked Olivia, referring to her daughter.

"Where is who?" a familiar but soft voice rings beside her. As her vision returns she spots none other than President Fitzgerald Grant. His eyes swollen… he had been crying, a lot. She felt the left over warmth of his kiss on her lips. He must have just kissed her. "I thought you-"

"You shouldn't be here."

"Why did you do it? Who's after you?"

"I'm not yours, it's none of your business." A lie. She was and always will be his. He knew it, she knew it; it was non-negotiable.

"I had your blood on my hands." Fitz's voice began to wavier.

Olivia realized how much her death had scared him.

He stood by the window attempting to fight back tears. "Liv I love you-"

"Nurse!" Olivia yells.

"Liv."

"Nurse!"

"Olivia! What are they going to do kick the President of the United States out? I'm not leaving you, end of discussion."

"You have to. It's not safe for you, it's not safe for your political career and it's not safe for your re-election." Olivia fills.

"I'm not worried about re-election or any of that political crap reporters paint as the most important thing in my life… the night you died, I died with you Liv! My soul watched this shell of a body saunter around the white house like a ghost. I'm not worried about my career, in case you haven't noticed, I'm worried about you."

Olivia tries hard not to get emotionally involved with Fitz at this moment. It's too much. Telling him that he has another daughter, as well as another child baking inside of her now, would ruin everything she had work so hard for. The girl would never have a normal life. There was nothing Fitz could do about saving the girl. He could send SWAT to save her, but what good would that be if Olivia didn't know who was behind this.

For all she knew this could be a Plot to take down the President. Strike his powerful mistress down with an offer she can't refuse, get the president right where they want him and POP. An assonated president…

And more importantly, she didn't want to forget that every move she made played with her daughter's life. She could only focus on one victim at a time, and right now that one was her daughter.

As hard as this was, Olivia needed to maintain the level of involvement dealing with the information.

"Marry me" Fitz kisses her hand and rubs it with his thumb.

"You are married."

"I'll divorce her."

She yanks her manicured hand away "You are one snap shot from losing this re-election."

Fitz stands kicking his chair aside, "I don't care about the election! We just lost our baby!"

Olivia paused, her gut began to hurt. "What?"

Fitz runs a hand through his hair. He's frustrated.

Olivia is speechless. She doesn't know how to feel, but it hurts in the pit of her stomach. Her arms wrap around her stomach, only to feel sick. She wants to throw up, but there's too many emotions, she was stupid for thinking that the baby could survive this. She had put him/her through hell and back, but a part of her was hoping, clinging onto the hope of this baby's survival. In the back of her mind she was sure this baby's name would have had little warrior in it. But she was foolish for thinking...

Fitz went to put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. "Please, please, just leave… "

"What did I say."

"Please leave." Distraught Olivia finally gives him eye contact.

Fitz lays a kiss on her forehead before exiting the room. Her gladiators enter, Abby in particular mumbling "How's the wife?"

President Fitz paused.

Everyone wished that Steven was there to say "Abby" but he wasn't, Harrison's jaw tightened "Abby just go" he growled. The rest if the team continued in.

The door closes.

"Booty calls are quicker than I remember." Abby comments.

"How's Huck?"

"I'm okay" Huck enters with an arm brace. "Are you okay?" asks Huck.

Olivia clears her eyes of tears "Abby, did you call David."

Abby "I did but you're not going to like the news."

"What did he find."

Harrison joins in "They found the car abandoned a mile away."

"Oh my god." Olivia says almost out of breath. Could she lose her unborn child, her best friend and daughter in one day. Could her luck really be that cruel.

"But there's a silver lining." Quinn adds as she pulls up her computer. "They traced the liscense plate. David is about to email me the address." with a few clicks of the computer Quinn is able to pull up the email. A picture of the note surfaces on the screen, with a caption that reads

'Next time call the real police Liv, and don't ask for any more favors, we are not friends.' - David

"4234 Rosenburg, Manhattan, New York." Reads Abby over Quinn's shoulder "What the hell, is that his address?"

"I highly doubt he would use his own car in an attempt to assassinate a public figure." Harrison added.

"Don't call the number." Huck insists. He has a feeling about this address. People like this, people like Huck, only leave clues to lead you where they want you to go, or what they want you to know. They rarely make mistakes, the majority of their clues are traps... Huck didn't feel right about calling the home number, it was too 'planted'. "Don't call it"

"Why not?" asks Quinn.

"Oh shit! What time is it?" Abby looks around.

Harrison checks his watch "Seven fifty two."

Huck stops mid-thought.

"Damn it, he told me by seven fifty." Abby pulls out her phone and dials "Hello? David, yeah sorry I'm late but we got the e-mail, listen I need more answers." Abby steps out of the room.

"Huck, what do you know, why shouldn't we call the number?" Olivia asks.

Huck is silent his eyes fixed on one spot.

"Huck?" asks Olivia again. The number is of importance to Huck. He can't move. Unfortunately Olivia needed to make a move now.

"I'll get a doctor." Harrison exits.

"Huck?" Olivia asks again, no response.

"I don't think it would hurt to call." Adds Quinn "I mean what if it's someone who can help us find your daughter."

Olivia watches Huck. She's worried about him, and contemplating his warning 'not to call the phone number'. However the word 'daughter ' in Quinn's statement made Olivia return to her irrational decision making. She needed answers, and she needed them now "Do it… Call the number..."