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That was a Public Service Announcement for any accidental non-Olitz readers

"The countdown has begun, peeps, and it ain't the Twelve Days of Christmas. We've got a championship fight between two heavyweights – there's our main man's missus in one corner and his new love in the other – who'll win the title? I'll let you know the second that verdict is in, 'cuz I've got front row seats to that show. And that ain't all, I've been checking out real estate listings down in North Carolina too. You know why? I'll tell you why – we've got two lawyers in the ring, peeps. That right, two lawyers that have the potential to make this short story a damn War & Peace saga – you know why I'm saying. Yeah, we could grow old and die before we get a verdict, like that splitsville case between those damn law professors in Cincinnati, Ohio. That's been dragging on for 17 years..."

"It's an epic battle, ladies and gentlemen. Let me tell you how epic this is, my Pop – who hasn't been this interested in a court case since Muhammad Ali's Greatest Fight – has cancelled his golfing holiday to fly over to North Carolina. And he's been calling me with updates for a case that hasn't even started...Reminds of when I wagged school so we could stand in front of the Supreme Court steps to hear the verdict on Ali's fight with the good old US of A about his Vietnam draft. Yes, Ladies and Gentleman, we waited hours to learn the fate of the man who could 'float like a butterfly and sting like a bee'; the man who didn't want to fight the Vietcong because they had never called him 'nigger', and you know what – The Greatest won that fight. That's right, the United States Supreme Court awarded Mr Ali the championship title in 1971 and my Pop bought me a triple-decker waffle cone..."

"Every damn body has got an opinion on this case, I tell ya. Hell, I got into trouble this morning for calling it Catfight Central. Got clocked around the ears by my old lady for disrespecting women. Yeah, I'll be sleeping in the doghouse tonight, folks because my dog's got the couch. And the dang thing ain't even started. But I tell you, Alienation of Affection in this day and age – is that a dumb law or what? It's like getting twenty-five years for cutting down a Saguaro Cactus in Arizona without a permit. Twenty five years for cutting a prickly pear tree, guess the desert heat ain't helping rational judgement in some places, and what about that damn law in North Carolina – clamping down on bingo sessions – a limit of two sessions a week and each session can't last more than five hours. All I want to know is – what do the folks in retirement homes do all day down there?..."

A lazy arm curved around Olivia's waist and pulled her back against a warm, male body.

"Good morning..." Fitz whispered huskily in her ear, spooning his body around her.

"Someone's happy to see me," she snuffled a laugh.

"I'm always happy to see you," he smiled, tickling her ear. Then he reached over and switched off the television. "I want no distractions, no interruptions," he said gruffly, placing a line of kisses along her bare shoulder.

She sighed blissfully, lifting her arm to run her fingers through his hair as his hands slid up from her waist.

"What are you going to do?" he asked softly, even as his hands on her breasts were driving her to madness.

"So many wicked things..." she murmured hazily, prompting a laugh.

"Livvie, what are you going to do about your Dad?"

Olivia stopped. "Fitz, I really don't want to talk about my father right now."

"Okay, I'll give you the usual twenty-minute reprieve. Then we talk. You have a 10AM deadline."

"Twenty minutes, that's it?" she turned round to face him, and seeing his wicked grin, she leaned closer and bit his chin playfully. "Naughty."

He rumbled a laugh, capturing her mouth for a kiss, then whispered against her lips. "Let him help you."

"No."

"Livvie..." he cupped her face and kissed her softly, repeatedly. "Let him help."

"I don't like being seduced with an ulterior motive," she sighed, eyes closed.

His smile touched her cheek. "How else can I get you to agree, tell me and I'll do it?"

"Why do you want me to say 'yes'."

"I think Rowan is your best bet, since you won't accept any help from me."

She opened her eyes slowly. "He just makes me feel so..."

"...inadequate?"

A look passed between them.

"You're everything," he whispered, smoothing his hand over the soft swell of her stomach. "He can't take that away from you."

"He can. Without saying a word, he lets me know I haven't done a good job of being twice as good. I feel like a delinquent and I hate it. Hate being that rebellious child around him."

Fitz kissed the side of her neck, her cheek and finally her lips. Then he eased on to his back, shifting her to straddle him. "You're in charge, Livvie, and you get to do what you want."

Arching over him, she gazed down at his soft, tender gaze and she smiled. "I love you."

"I love you."

Then with a soft moan of appreciation, she dropped down to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him, long and passionately.

"Do you think this is a good idea? He didn't look as if he'd welcome our help," Quinn muttered.

"This isn't about him. This is about Liv. We have to do this – over a cliff, remember?" Harrison glanced at her as they walked down the hotel corridor.

"Are you sure this is the room?" Quinn asked when they were facing a numbered door.

"Yes, I checked the hotel records," Huck said patiently. "This is the room they had their drinks, meals and a spa treatment charged to; and an interstate phone call to North Carolina yesterday."

"But—"

"Lindsay, please, take a chill pill or put your head between your knees, whatever works because you're making me anxious, and I'm never anxious," Abby glared at Quinn.

"Guys, okay? We're doing this." Harrison knocked on a door and waited.

After a few minutes, Rowan Pope swung open the door and frowned. "I didn't order Room Service."

Harrison glanced at the other associates. "If you're going to help Liv, we want to help you because legal jargon alone won't cut it down there."

Rowan eyed him from head to toe, and when back again.

No one moved.

Finally Rowan said evenly. "I was just going down to breakfast with Felicia."

"We can wait in your room until you finish," Huck suggested helpfully, then smiled when Rowan frowned at him.

"Or you can order room service up here while we talk, and Quinn can have breakfast with Felicia," said Abby.

"Why do I have to have breakfast with Felicia?"

"You're a people-pleaser. I'm not."

"That was a compliment, right?" Quinn turned to Huck and Harrison.

Rowan sighed. "All right, I'll order room service and I'll tell Felicia that this Quinn will be baby-sitting her downstairs."

"What have we got so far on Alienation of Affection?" Jerry looked at his volunteer assistants, Peter and Karen. Teddy was chewing a toy truck.

"Your mom has picked the best State to file her case. They've had heaps of Alienation of Affection cases down there."

"Hey, you're not on Mom's side, okay? Remember, she thought you were a takeout delivery guy."

"I didn't say I'm helping your mom, all I said was she has a good chance of winning in North Carolina."

"We're not going to let that happen, Peter," Karen said solemnly.

"High-five," Jerry held up his hand, then grinned when Teddy slapped his hand along with Karen.

"Okay, now that we're pumped and ready, back to my original question, what have we got?"

"Not a lot, all your Mom has to prove is that she and your dad were happily married and there was 'genuine love and affection' between them. Next, the love and affection was destroyed. Lastly, that it was destroyed by the wrongful and malicious acts of Aunt Liv, who alienated your dad's affection for your mom."

"Dad never kissed Mom the way he kisses Aunt Liv," Karen stated.

"And he smiles all the time now, instead of looking like he's on a timer about to go off," Jerry muttered.

"But your Mom and Dad were you know…" Peter blushed. "…Making your little brother."

Jerry and Karen looked at each other, then all three glanced at Teddy, who had burped.

A/N: BTW there really is a long-running divorce case between two law professors. You can read about Epic Divorce Battle: 17-Years and Counting on oplawblog, published Aug 22, 2013 by Timothy P Flynn, and Epic divorce case in Cincinnati strains legal system for 17 years on TheCelebrityCafe website By Nicole Elliott, Aug 17, 2013

Details of Muhammad Ali's Greatest Fight (Clay v United States) can be found on Wikipedia and there's also an interview with Ian Wooldridge (1969) on Youtube uploaded by Malcolm X of MalcolmXfiles blogspot. It really is a shame to realise what boxing over the years has done to Muhammad Ali's brain now.

And #1 on an article of 5 funny laws posted by lawPivot on August 9, 2012 is about Arizona's cactus law published on the blawg lawpivot, and you can read up on the bingo session restrictions on Law justia website : 2005 North Carolina Code - General Statutes § 14-309.8. Limit on sessions. There's also a disclaimer that this info may not be current or accurate!

Thank you for the info on 'bye, Felicia' - ha, ha 'nosy crackhead'. I Googled the movie details after your advice and found that Friday was released in 1995 and it starred Ice Cube and Chris Tucker. According to UrbanDictionary, 'bye, Felicia' is like twerking trending lately but been around along time. :)))))

Oh and MERRY CHRISTMAS to YOUS ALL :)))))))))))))