ATTN: To all of my Family First readers, please have some patience with me. I will be updating that story quite frequently as soon as I wrap up my other two stories, More to Life and this, Fighting Hearts. It was always my intention to write Family First long term, so you will be reaping your rewards very soon. ;) Thanks for your patience.

Also, thank you all for continuing to read this story; your support is much welcomed. Hope you enjoy the new update!

Smut ahead ;)

After a romantic, fine dining experience at the Melting Pot restaurant, the couple enjoyed a Jazz show, something that was out of their norm but they enjoyed it immensely. On their way home they regaled stories of the past year together, which only served to make them bubblier. Even after a long, well spent night, the couple didn't immediately retire to bed. Fitz was summoned to sit on the plush sofa while Olivia disappeared into the master bedroom.

While he was waiting for her, he got comfortable by stripping off his suit jacket and unbuttoning the buttons on his crisp white shirt - leaving himself in only a pair of black dress pants and white under shirt; he then worked on removing his shoes. By the time he had finished removing both shoes and socks he looked up in time to see Olivia entering the room wearing a short, silk lavender robe around her petite frame.

Fitz smirked at her appearance sensing that she's up to something, something that would benefit the both of them.

"Where's the remote for the sound system?" she asked absentmindedly, frantically searching the coffee table and the sides of the single armchair for it.

"Dunno," Fitz shrugged, watching her.

"Ugh… You never know where anything is," she told him.

"I know where some things are," he quipped with a smirk.

Olivia rolled her eyes at his comment and continued her search for the remote.

Two minutes passed and Fitz said, "found it." He held up the small black remote in his hand. He knew exactly where it was but was enjoying the view of her bending over way too much to give up the valuable information. Eventually, he relented.

Olivia walked over to him with her hand outstretched, expecting him to hand over the remote.

But, instead of giving it to her, Fitz held it in his right palm and was beckoning her forward with his left.

"Fitz, I don't have time to play games, hand it over," she demanded softly.

"Not before you show me what's underneath your robe," he returned with a cocky smile.

"If you don't give me that remote now, you will never find out what's underneath my robe," she threatened.

"Hmm," Fitz stared at her through the slits of his eyes while mulling over her threats. He ultimately relented and passed over the remote to her.

"Thanks," she mumbled, quickly grabbing the remote out of his hand before he changed his mind.

"This better be good!" He called after her retreating body.

Olivia stopped and looked at him from over her shoulder. "Am I ever not good?" Her voice was low and seductive.

Fitz' smile widen as excitement warmed his body. This is going to be better than he could envision.

Feelings of impatience consumed Fitz; he was about to get up and go see what was taking Olivia such a long time, but stopped when he heard music began playing.

I can be tender, I can be rough
I can do anything you care for
Everything above
Baby, let me rock your body, ride your body
Kiss your favorite spot

As the earlier part of the song began floating through the air Olivia made her way back to the living room.

Fitz' eyes widen when he saw Olivia enter the warm room in nothing but a firefighter helmet on top of her curly hair and a pair of red lacy thongs while moving seductively in time to the music.

Tie your hands behind your back
Feel my fingertips above your shoulders
You like it when I drive it, yeah, I push the clutch
I just want it all, but no rush

She came to a stop in front of him, one hand on the crown of the helmet and the other on her right hip with her legs wide apart in a sultry pose.

Fitz eyed her pert nipples and gulped audibly at the luscious mocha skin.

Olivia continued smirking; enjoying the fact that she was able to render him speechless. She eyes the growing tent in his slacks and smirked even more, even as the evidence of her own arousal was dampening her underwear.

Shaking her head from the sex induced haze, she said, "Guess who's going to be graduating with their classmates?"

Fitz' eyebrows shot up to the ceiling at her words and he cleared his throat before he asked, "you?"

"That's right, lieutenant. Coming February, there will be a new volunteer firefighter at firehouse 51." She said proudly, tapping her helmet.

Fitz got up from his seat and swooped her up in his arms, pushing aside his arousal for the time being and reveling in her success.

"So proud of you, baby." He kissed her soundly on the mouth. "How come they're letting you graduate early?" he asked, when their lips had parted.

Still in his arms with her arms around his neck, Olivia stared into his eyes as she spoke, "well... I'm still required to do all of the assignments and tests before I graduate. Lt. Frank was kind enough to give me a crash course for everything that I missed. I'm going to be off work for the entire January, so I'll be able to get this out of the way."

"Did you talk to Chief Beene?"

"Yup. He was also kind to give me the time off. Abby is going to be working with a paramedic from Firehouse 77."

Fitz smiled even wider at her; of course she would have everything in order.

"I'm just so stinking proud of you," he kissed her again. He truly was proud; despite of the many hurdles and obstacles along the way she persevered and did it.

"And now that Harrison has made squad, firehouse 51 is in desperate need of a new volunteer." He added.

Olivia pouted because she knew exactly what that meant for her. Back to cleaning and cooking for the firehouse, she wasn't looking forward to that.

"But, don't worry though. Nobody is going to mess with my wi-"

"Shhh…" Olivia interrupted with an index finger on his lips. "No one knows about that as yet."

"Soon they will."

Olivia smiled and leaned her mouth into his before devouring his lips.

In the beginning stages of foreplay Olivia was in control of the situation, but that quickly changed when Fitz pinned her against the backrest of the couch. She was in a kneeling position with her breasts pressed into the soft backrest and her hand gripped onto the top of it. Fitz was behind her; also kneeling with one of his legs between her wide-open ones while the other one caged the outside of her left leg. Olivia's grip was tight as he pummeled in and out of her heat. The position allowed her to feel all of the ridges on his thick cock, and with each thrust her nipples grazed against the fabric of the couch. It was an intense, heady experience.

He continued like this, pushing her even further into the backrest, as if that was possible. His entire body was pressed against hers; she felt every muscle in his thighs and abdomen undulate against her skin. She was speaking strings of intelligible sentences. Calling on all deity known to man for reprieve but he kept at it.

"Oh God…Fitz…baby…ahhhhh… Oh… God… This…I… I…" She pealed and cried when he swiveled his hips in a new angle, hitting her G spot. Olivia trembled beneath him, the sensitivity of her nerves were on overdrive. The slightest touch had her crying louder.

The music was still playing in the background and it was feasting on Fitz' aggressive, animalistic side.

So we can make love
Or we can just fuck
We can get romantic, dirty dancing
Feel my hands until the sun comes up

We can make love
We can, we can just fuck
We can make love
We can, we can just fuck
We can make love
We can, we can just fuck
We can just fuck
We can, we can just fuck

"You like when I do this?" Fitz breathed against her neck. He snaked one of his huge hands around her front and began fondling with her clit.

Olivia's body bucked against his hand, she was close… she felt the high rising from her lower belly.

"Answer me," Fitz growled in her left ear. His hot breath on her ear, his cock deep inside of her and his skillful fingers playing her clit like a fine tune, were all too much. She couldn't answer him, she couldn't think, she couldn't function in any capacity. All that her body was capable of doing was to accept his love.

Fitz didn't like that she didn't answer him so he thrust harder into her and pinched her clit, inflicting delicious pain.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck! Yes!" Olivia's legs trembled again, her orgasm moving even closer.

He then took one of her earlobes into his mouth and began sucking on it.

Every square inch of Olivia's skin was filled with goosebumps, she was slowly blacking out. Somehow she released one of her hands from holding onto the back of the couch and moved it between her legs. Skillfully passing his hand that kept massaging her engorged clit, and moved directly to his balls; she began squeezing and massaging them.

It was Fitz' turn to grunt louder at the unexpected touch. In a matter of seconds they reached their orgasms at the same time.

Fitz felt like a water tap had turn on when the fluid rush of Olivia's orgasm rushed down his twitching cock while he spilled his hot seed deep inside of her, as he continued to pump in and out of her convulsing center.

When the last wave of their orgasm had ended he pulled her on top of him as he lay on the couch. Exhausted and spent.

They lay tangled and naked reveling in the postcoital bliss of their lovemaking.

"I love you," Olivia breathed onto his sweaty chest.

"I love you too, beautiful," he said, reaching up to kiss her forehead.

The next morning Olivia woke up naked in their bed with the most intense belly ache. At the begin feel of wetness between her legs she sprung up quickly, waking Fitz in the midst of her haste.

"Livvie," his sleepy voice mumbled.

"Go to sleep, baby," she said, walking towards the master bathroom.

"Everything ok?" He asked, sitting up in bed.

"Yea, my friend is here," she shouted through the slightly ajar door.

"Need me to get anything?" Fitz inquired.

"No. Get some sleep, I'll be fine."

"Ok. Wake me up if you need anything," he said finally, before burrowing his head back into the soft pillow.

Olivia smiled from inside of the bathroom. She was thankful everyday for the kind, thoughtful and loving man in the next room. He was always so concerned with her entire well being; and it surprises her every time that he cares so much about her. The smallest detail he cared about and for that very reason she loves him, she loves his heart…

Snapping out of her thoughts Olivia walked under the shower to wash off the beginning stages of her menstrual cycle.

Around noon she was in a pissy mood as the full effects of PMS hit her. Fitz was in the process of making her soup while she lay on the same couch they had made love on the night prior. She could still smell the scent of them on it. She made a mental note to clean it when she wasn't a ball of cramps.

Fitz reentered the room with a piping hot bowl of cream of mushroom soup with chicken breast.

"Here you go, my lady," he said, setting down the bowl onto the coffee table.

"Thanks," Olivia murmured.

"You want me to feed you?" Fitz asked.

"No. Leave me alone."

Fitz smiled wanly. He hated seeing her in such pain. Over the course of the last few months he had seen her at her best and at her worst. He learned that she had mild menorrhagia and that was putting it mildly. Because to him it looked like anything but mild, so he tries to do his best to help alleviate the pain and discomfort, even if it is to leave her alone when requested.

"Ok, I'm going to go to the gym with Stephen." He said, remembering the text his friend had sent earlier.

"Men are so lucky, they get to do whatever they want, 365 days a year," Olivia grumbled, mad that he got to go to the gym while she bled to death. Not really, but very close to it.

Fitz tried not to laugh because it would upset her more, but he couldn't help himself when she was this cute. She had on one of his long sleeve shirts with one of her boy shorts and on her feet she had on fuzzy socks.

"I love you," Fitz sing sang, trying to put her in a good mood.

"Then have my period for me."

Fitz scratched his forehead and let out a small chuckle.

"Oh, you find it funny, huh? You wouldn't last a minute."

"You're right," Fitz acquiesced with a smile.

"Hmph!" She huffed.

He kissed her on the cheek and bid her a see you later before heading upstairs to put on workout apparel.

Stephen and Fitz were in the weights section at the gym; Fitz was currently benching one hundred and fifty pounds while Stephen stood over him assisting. When he had done his reps he returned the weights to the holder before sitting up and wiping his brows.

"I bought a ring," Stephen said, as he and Fitz exchanged position.

Fitz gave him a quizzical look.

"An engagement ring, for Abby," he clarified.

Fitz' eyes widen at his words. "Yea?"

"I'm going to marry her, mate."

"That's good news. Please don't leave her at the altar, though," Fitz teased.

Stephen laughed, remembering his earlier blunder with Marisa.

"Not going to happen, mate. Love her with my all."

Fitz smiled, "so happy for you, man. When you plan on popping the question?"

"Hopefully on New Year's Eve when we ring in the New Year."

Fitz nodded his head in approval.

"So, what about you and Liv? I expected you two to already be married. I actually bet that you two would be married within a year of being together."

Fitz smiled and began, "Well… to tell you the truth –"

"Excuse me. Can you help me with my weights?" A pretty, blonde woman interrupted. Her face was heavy with makeup and her workout gear plastered onto her already sculpted body. Stephen and Fitz exchanged knowing glances, silently saying, "This girl is trouble."

At the same time one of the trainers was passing by and they referred her to him. They both smirked as she reluctantly went with the other man.

"I'm a happily-"

"I know, I know, I know." Stephen cut in with a smile before he could finish.

Fitz shook his head at his friend because he really didn't know.

New Year's Eve

Fitz and Olivia were invited to a New Year's Eve party that Stephen was hosting. Only Fitz knew that it was a secret engagement party for Abby and him.

Olivia and Fitz were off to the side of the exapnsive room, sipping on champagne while watching their coworkers and their wives/significant others schmooze with each other.

"Maybe tonight we should tell everyone about…" she trailed, playing with the ring on her left hand.

"Not tonight," Fitz said, and when she gave him a questioning look he moved in close to her and whispered in her ear, "Stephen is going to ask Abby to marry him. Don't say anything."

Olivia's mouth fell open in surprise. "That's awesome!" She whispered shouted when she regained her equilibrium.

Fitz gave her a nod. "It really is."

They stared at each other smiling happily.

"Do you regret how we?" Fitz tilted his head to the side to study her.

"Nope. It was perfect for us." She quickly replied, shaking her head.

He was relived that she didn't regret the way they did what they did.

"Good," he leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Well, if it isn't the love birds," they pulled apart to see James, Chief Beene's partner.

"James!" Olivia exclaimed with her arms open and she enveloped him in a hug. James was youthful and exuberant, the polar opposite of their chief.

"You look marvelous, darling!" he returned, twirling her around so that he can fully take in the floor length, deep purple, keyhole dress.

"Thank you," she smiled kindly.

"James," Fitz proffered his right hand for the other man to shake.

"Hello handsome." James accepted his handshake. Fitz smiled at the compliment. At the same time Cyrus walked up to them in a well fitted black suit, he had happened to overhear his partner compliment the young man, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"I'm the only handsome man in this room, thank you very much," Cyrus jested and they all laughed.

"Of course you are, honey." James gave him a loving touch on his shoulder.

The evening went on smoothly. They were all having fun, dancing and talking with each other. As the one-minute countdown began Stephen asked for everyone's attention as he led Abby to the center of the room. He got down on his knees for all to see and asked her to be his wife. Abby nodded her head up and down while simultaneously squealing yes.

All of the ladies in the room dabbed at the corner of their eyes at the loving scene. Everyone loved love and it so happens to make you emotional.

After they had ring in the New Year (some kissed their significant other while some sipped on a glass of champagne), they all one by one congratulated the newly engaged couple. When Abby and Stephen had reached in front of Fitz and Olivia they embraced the couple. Olivia was over the moon happy for her friend and became teary-eyed; as she recalled the long journey Abby had taken to become the woman she was today.

"Congratulations, guys," Olivia beamed at them.

"You two are next," Abby said and the couple gave her a sheepish look.

Three Weeks Later

Olivia was coming to the end of her firefighting training; the past three weeks were brutal. Her body, mind and soul were occupied with nothing else but the training. She was getting to the finish line, she saw it ahead, but the closer she got the more tired she became. She just wanted to finish and move on with the next chapter of her life. These days she hardly had time for herself much less for Fitz or any of her friends. They had still yet to tell anyone about what happened in Vegas and now it was just itching her to spill. Besides notifying HR about the changes they were the only two who knew what had happened four months ago.

Olivia was on her way home when she tapped the phone button on the steering wheel of her car. She spoke the command to call Abigail Whelan, and in a matter of a short few seconds the call was connected.

Abby answered on the third ring. "What's up, Pope?"

"Hey, Whelan! What are you doing tomorrow night? Up for a girl's night out?"

"Sounds good. Who all will be in attendance?" Abby asked since her friend has other friends besides her.

"Well… it could just be the two of us or I can invite Tina and Quinn."

Abby gave her a faux exasperated sigh.

"Stop behaving like a baby."

"I'm just kidding. You can invite the girls they're cool. I like them." She confessed.

"Great," Olivia smiled, thinking to herself that she would be able to tell all three of her friends the good news, even though they were going to skin her alive for keeping it from them.

"Pope, I gotta go. We have an emergency call," Abby said swiftly when the operator's voice came over the speaker, before hanging up the phone.

Olivia ended the call and continued the journey home in silence, pulling into what used to be Fitz' house now it was theirs. The transition was much smoother than she thought it would be. So far she had no regrets, how could she? The sort of happiness she felt was what she had only dreamed of, but now she lived it.

When she got inside she sent Fitz a text that she was home but didn't expect him to reply since he was probably on the emergency call as well.

It was already late afternoon, so she settled for reheating a piece of lasagna that she made for dinner the night before. When Fitz was off duty she always made a special effort to cook him dinner, not because he required it from her, but because she wanted to do so for him.

While her food was heating up she made her way upstairs into their master bedroom to change out of her academy clothes. She threw on a sweater and jeggings before finding her fuzzy house boots. As she was making her way back downstairs her eyes caught a glimpse of the framed picture of the two of them in Vegas. They were bright eyed with wide smiles looking at the camera. They looked so happy and in love. The picture brought back memories to her and she smiled. Shaking her head from the love induced hazed Olivia made her way downstairs to eat her early dinner.

When she had finished eating, she retired to the living room to watch some TV. She checked her phone for any messages from Fitz but hadn't seen any. She placed her phone on the coffee table before lying on the couch and scrolling through the channels.

She hadn't watched an entire episode of her new favorite show, Empire, when her heavy lids covered her eyes.

Four hours later

At the firehouse it was complete chaos as everyone loaded onto the trucks. They had just received an emergency call that firehouse 51's ambulance, their ambulance, had been hit in a cross section by firehouse 69's fire truck. Their faces were all ashen, because if both of the emergency vehicles were trying to get to the emergency scene then the impact from the fire truck would be detrimental to the ambulance, the ambulance that held Abby and Lisa.

Fitz was on the squad truck while Stephen was on his truck trying to make sense of what was happening. He was so shaken up thinking about his fiancée that he started praying quietly, hoping she wasn't seriously hurt.

When they got to the scene all of their bloods ran cold as they came upon the mangled ambulance. The fire truck hadn't fully stopped when Stephen dismounted and ran towards the smashed up vehicle.

"Abby!" He screamed out in anguish, as all he saw on the ground was blood and broken glasses.

"Step back, sir," a police officer said, barricading him with his arms. Stephen turned around and pushed the officer forcefully onto the ground. At the same time Fitz arrived and was able to hold back his friend from doing further damage.

"Calm down, Stephen," Fitz tried to control his friend, while the attending paramedics and firefighters on site tend to the ones in the accident. What an irony!

"Where's Abby?" Stephen cried, his mind conjuring the worst thoughts. A few seconds later they saw her being wheeled on top a gurney fully covered in blood. Her body lay still and lifeless.

Fitz felt his stomach drop because it didn't look good at all.

At least Lisa looked a bit better since her eyes were open, staring at them.

Olivia was fast asleep on the couch when she heard the vibrating sound of her phone on top the wooden tabletop.

She blindly grabbed it and answered it before looking at the screen.

"Hello," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Livvie, Abby was in an accident and it doesn't look good. You have to come down to Weiss."

Hearing Fitz' frantic voice over the phone caused Olivia to sit up straight in the couch.

"What! How did that happen?" She asked, a panic rising in her chest.

"She and Lisa were hit by a fire truck. So far it looks like the fire truck was in the wrong because they weren't on a call. They were abusing their right to way. Idiots!" Fitz spat.

"Jesus!" Olivia cupped her mouth with her vacant hand; her eyes swimming in tears.

"Come now, baby. Come say good bye," Fitz said sadly.

When Fitz said that she began crying hysterically. It had to be really bad for him to even imply that she was going to die.

"Take your time and drive, ok?" Fitz said calmly. "Do you think you can do it or you need me to come get you?"

"I'll drive," she said between sobs.

"I'll see you soon, Livvie, I love you," he said meaningfully, feeling the gravity of life and its uncertainties heavily on his shoulders.

Olivia nodded her head and ended the call.

On her way over to the hospital she felt numb and emotionless, deep sorrow formed in the pit of her belly. When she had safely reached to Weiss Memorial hospital, the hospital she hoped to never, ever visit again, she parked her car and went in search of Fitz, as he was supposed to be waiting for her at the door.

The minute she saw him still suited up in his fire suit, she fell into his arms and began crying all over again.

"I'm so sorry, Livvie," He said, rubbing his hands up and down her back in a soothing pattern.

He wordlessly moved them inside from the brittle cold Chicago air.

"Where is she?" Olivia asked, hiccupping.

"She's in surgery, they're trying to stop the internal bleeding. She doesn't look like she's going to make it. Her neck is broken, her lungs were punctured from the impact." Fitz stopped talking because it was too painful. This wasn't a stranger that they received an emergency call for; this was one of their own.

Olivia trembled in his arms and hugged him tighter. The horrific images she made up in her mind flashing through her head. She prayed that she wouldn't lose her friend, not now. She had so much life ahead of her.

"Where's Stephen?" She mumbled against his chest.

"They had to sedate him, he's not doing good at all." Fitz sighed and squeezed Olivia tighter. He was grateful that she was in his arms right now, alive and well. Something his friend would probably never experience again with Abby.

A fresh wave of tears flowed out of her eyes as she continued to pray for her friend.

As the minutes clicked away the more their hope dwindled. Two hours later one of the attending doctors entered the waiting room to address the entire crew, everyone except for Stephen who was still admitted to the hospital and Lisa who was recovering in the ICU. She'd only suffered a broken femur and trauma to the head; since the impact of the hit was on Abby's side Lisa was well on her way to recovery.

"I'm sorry. We did all that we could do to save her, but we couldn't. She suffered from too much blood loss and her lungs were badly damaged along with her spinal cord amongst other complications. We pronounced her dead at 1032 hours. I'm very sorry for your loss." He looked empathetic as he delivered the sad news. The waiting room was extremely quiet; a single pin could be heard if it fell. Today they had lost one of their own.

"Can I see her?" Olivia asked in a quiet voice. The doctor hesitated for a second before he said, "she's already been prep for the mortuary. I can give you two minutes."

Olivia nodded and stood on her wobbly legs. She followed the doctor into a room where her friend's lifeless body was draped in a white sheet. The vibrant young woman was no more and it ached her heart to watch her lay dormant.

The doctor stood to the side as she walked closer to Abby. They were fresh cuts on her face from the accident and on her chest where they did the surgery. Olivia bravely picked up one of her lifeless hands and squeezed it inside of hers.

"I'm going to miss you, Abby. I'm really going to miss you." She sobbed. "You had so much life ahead of you. The life you always wanted with Stephen and now you're gone," Olivia sobbed even louder. She waited a few seconds to collect herself before she continued.

"I never got the chance to tell you that Fitz and I are married now. We got married in Vegas." She smiled wanly. "It was perfect for us but now I'm sad that I didn't get to tell you."

Olivia sighed and closed her eyes feeling the pain of loss wash over her. "We'll take care of Stephen for you. Ok?" She ran her hand through her friend's red hair.

"I love you, Abbs. Now and forever." She gave her friend one final smile before turning and walking out the room. As soon as she was on the other side of the door she broke down, her back sliding against the wall until her butt met the bitter cold floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees as her mind mentally played flashbacks of her relationship with Abby. They might not have been the best of friends but she considered her a close friend.

Firehouse 51 experienced a great loss. Many who are called to rescue and save, often times are slain on the job.

R.I.P. Abigail Ann Whelan. You will be missed…

AN: Ahhhh since the beginning of this story I always had it in plan to kill Abby :( (I feel so Shonda-ish) LOL. First time ever killing a major character. Hope you all aren't too upset and sad… But, on the bright side, Olitz got married! Next chapter I will give y'all a flashback of how it happened.

The smut song was We Can Make Love by SOMO. His music is FIYAH!

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XOXO