"What the hell do you think you are doing? You cannot just come in here and grab me! What is going on!" Mellie yelled demanding to know.

She sat at her home office and read through the potential bill she wanted to propose when four FBI agents came into her home breaking down the door and handcuffing her.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say…" the agent continued to read Mellie her rights as they walked out of the house. He put her in the back of the SUV and got in driving off.

Fitz saw his phone light up in the pitch black of the bedroom in Vermont.

"It's done, sir."

"Good."

He quietly hung up the phone and turned over to see Olivia fast asleep next to him. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and curved against her body, falling back asleep.

The agents took Mellie down to the Pentagon and underneath it. They cuffed her hands to the middle of the table leaving her to sit there alone.

Olivia woke up around 7 when Fitz's phone went off. She tried to get him to answer it but he was sound asleep. She quietly took the phone and headed off to the hallway so she wouldn't wake him and answered it after reading the caller id coming up as White House.

"Hello?"

"Please hold for the President."

Liv waited a moment while the line connected to him.

"Fitz, it's…"

"President Caldwell, this is Olivia. Fitz is asleep still. Would you like for me to give him a message?"

"Liv, you are still allowed to call me Peter. I owe this to you. Without your help, I'd never have gotten here. Normally I'd be a bit impatient that the president is calling and said person is asleep but I think I understand why. Will you tell Fitz that I need for him to get here soon? I'm sending Marine One to get him. Tell him Mellie isn't an issue anymore."

"Mellie isn't an issue? What are you talking about?" she asked in a worried tone.

"I think that Fitz better tell you himself. You're more than welcome to come too if you are available. I have to go, Liv. Nice to hear from you."

Olivia hung up the phone and went downstairs making herself tea and starting the coffee for Fitz. She sat at the table drinking her tea waiting for him to show up. After an hour or so he finally came downstairs pouring a cup after kissing her good morning.

"You're up early, why?"

"Peter called. Marine One is on its way to get pick you up. Care to tell him why Mellie isn't an issue anymore?" Fitz took a drink of his coffee and set it down looking at the wall beyond her. "I do expect an answer."

"Liv, I said I was going to take care of the situation with Mellie and that's what I'm doing. I'm going to make her pay for what she did. You don't need to worry about it."

"Peter is involved; I'm very concerned about it. I told you to leave it alone. That guy and Mellie are not on my priority list anymore."

"They are on mine now. I've taken care of Ryan and I'm handling the Mellie situation now. Why don't I go get ready and wait for Marine One to get here and we can watch the news before we go?"

Olivia got off the bar stool and put her cup in the sink. "I can't go to DC. Ileana is coming over tonight for dinner. Go do whatever it is you need to do and come back when you can."

She put on her coat and headed out to the orchard leaving Fitz in the kitchen. She was irritated with him that he didn't listen and was doing something to Mellie. But she was more annoyed that he brought Peter in somehow to this mess. Liv tried to think of what he could have done to Ryan since he said that was taken care of. With Fitz, anything was possible.

"It's taken care of then, right?" Fitz sat across from Peter in the Oval after a polite little chat.

"She is being held underneath the Pentagon until the Supreme Court's decision is finalized."

"Do I sound like a complete ass for wanting this?"

Peter shook his head and offered him Scotch. "No, you don't. If my wife pulled that same kind of stunt to the person that I love, I don't think I'd be able to wait until the FBI showed up. As sweet as Lily is, she's my wife in name only. Marian is the one that I do truly love. And if Lily tried to hurt Becca, I can't promise not to have my hands wrapped around her throat. But that's just me."

"Oh believe me, when Liv told me what happened and I saw the scars from it, it took a lot of strength not to have the jet land on Mellie's door step and me not to choke the life out of her. Honestly, I can't believe I didn't realize it before. As many times as Olivia and I had been together since then and I never saw the marks, it just… I'm furious with myself for not knowing. I'm angry at her for not telling me what happened and for so many other things. I murderous towards Mellie for doing this to her. And Ryan for actually doing it. Thankfully, he's not a problem anymore. I want Mellie to pay for what she did to Olivia and to Ileana… but part of me says she shouldn't be allowed to live. The other part says that it would be a long, drawn out torture for her but still not the same as what Liv's gone through."

"Well, like Olivia says, 'consider it handled'. Your hands are clean on Mellie. You did the right thing, the patriotic thing, telling me about her signatures. Adding Liv's stabbing to the facts was just fuel to the fire. Mellie will be locked in a maximum security cell until she dies. Even if she didn't have anything to do with Olivia's stabbing, which I know she did, she still committed treason against the country and has to be punished for it. And since treason is a federal felony offense, I can't take her punishment down. So, your Mellie issue is taken care of."

"Thank you for handling this, Peter. I wouldn't have been able to see clearly in this issue."

Just as the men stood to say goodbye, there was a knock on the door. Peter allowed for the entrance and his secretary popped her head in.

"It's breaking news, sir."

Flipping through the channels to find the news, all the channels had it on.

"Breaking news this afternoon as Former First Lady, Mellie Grant, has been convicted of treason against the U.S. government on two counts and several accounts of assault. The FBI took Ms. Grant into custody this morning in her Virginia home. Youngest son, Teddy Grant, is staying at his father's, Former President Fitzgerald Grant and was not at the residence when the FBI broke down the door after receiving the arrest warrant for Ms. Grant. We'll be following this story as more details become available."

Fitz pulled his phone out of the pocket of his coat when he felt it vibrate. He answered without seeing who it was.

"What the hell have you done!"