Later that evening…

Fitz is really quiet. Olivia thought to herself as she looked at him. They were sitting in the limo headed back to the hotel and he had barely uttered a word as he stared out the window. He usually was talkative and festive after events, but he had become a little withdrawever since Olivia returned into to the table after their little chat with Julia.

Suffice to say that she had not returned to the table afterwards, but it was not something that went noticed.

"Fitz." She said softly as the limo pulled into the round drive way of the Hay-Adams entrance. It took him a second to register her voice. He turned his head toward her and gave her a tight smile. But Olivia knew him better than anyone. Looking in his eyes, even in the dark she could tell he was not himself.

As they got out the limo and made their way into the gilded lobby, Olivia noticed the lines in his face were more pronounced and his jaw was tense.

"Good evening Mr. President, Ms. Pope" the elevator attendant said as they stepped in the elevator, but she ignored the young man. Olivia was concerned and was confused? What was with the silent treatment?

"Is it supposed to feel like this?" Fitz asked quietly, staring ahead at the elevator door. Olivia's head whipped around. His shoulders were slightly slumped and he looked angry…

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked bewildered as the elevator opened to reveal their suite. She pulled out the key for their door and swung it open. But Fitz did not bother waiting to walk into the bedroom of the suite. He brushed passed her and into the bedroom, slamming the door hard.

Olivia could feel her frustration building. They had a nice evening, had even taken care of business and for some reason, he was acting like a petulant child. She stormed in the room to see Fitz angrily taking off his tuxedo jacket.

"What's up your ass?" Olivia snapped. She had enough of this.

He stopped midway through taking off his bow tie and stared at her. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down. But judging by the flush in his face, the vein throbbing in his neck and how his eyes had darkened, he was far from calm.

"Do you get some kind of sick pleasure from doing that?" Fitz asked his voice quivering with anger.

Olivia was confused. What the hell was he talking about?

"Do I get sick pleasure out of asking you what's up your ass?" She asked slightly bemused.

"Don't get smart with me Olivia! I'm talking about what we did tonight! Huh? Fixer?" he said viciously. He had called her Olivia. He only did that when he was mad.

But then it all clicked. He was upset about what happened with Julia. But he had a roundabout way going about confronting Olivia. But she was not going to give him the easy way out. Despite how great their relationship was and how much the communicated with one another, they still fought. Normally it ended in a hug and a kiss. But she could tell from the way he was seething, tonight would not be one of those nights.

Because she had kept secrets from him and he was not going to let that go from the looks of things.

"Fitz." Olivia said softly as she slowly walked over to him. He was ripping off his clothes so violently, she was fearful he would rip something.

"Listen." He said staring her in the eye as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. "The next time you want to channel Mellie, let me know ahead of time. That way I know that I should avoid you. I'm not doing your dirty work next time."

Olivia could not believe what she just heard. She was trying to be the bigger person but she did not how much of this she could tolerate before he temper got the best of her.

"Fitz…I'm going to pretend like you did not say that. We can talk about this calmly like adults, I can get you a drink and we can start over." She said, trying to keep her voice even. But he plopped on the bed folded his arms and sneered at her.

"Typical." He said dismissively. But that was Olivia's undoing. Her chest heaved with the anger. It was boiling to its pinnacle, dancing along that line but it had not reached yet.

"What's typical, Fitz? You want to do this, you want to pick a fight, and then come on!" Olivia shouted. How dare he mock her?

He got up slowly, walked toward her and unleashed.

"Tell me Olivia, is this how you do it? You go around threatening and blackmailing people? Manipulating the weak for your own personal gain? Because before tonight, I was under the impression that you had standards, but evidently you don't. You use me to seek revenge and you expect, what that we are going to come home and have drinks like nothing happened?"

He was breathing so heavily, he might have busted a lung. However, Olivia's anger was creeping up into her throat, her head and her veins, heating up her body with rage. Over the years, Fitz had done a lot of things to hurt her, but they were not intentional. This was too much.

"First of all, Fitzgerald, let's be clear about something. I have never pretended to be a saint. I have clients, I have cases and that is what I do. Don't go there…don't. you. dare." She said furious, jabbing her finger into his chest with each word.

He stared at her angrily, then brushed passed her to walk into the sitting room. But Olivia followed him. He had done it, he had triggered that uncontainable anger that she had not unleashed since that day in the Oval Office years ago when she found out about Amanda.

"Oh, that's really brave, walk away!" She yelled at him. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. He whipped around stared at her as she finally exploded.

"Before you get self-righteous, just remember, lover boy that what I did tonight, I have done plenty of times on your behalf. Whether it was me or someone else, so before you get off judging me, look in the fucking mirror! You remember Amanda Tanner…yeah! I did the same thing, attack and destroyed for you!"

She had it a nerve. She could see his mind churning, his lips getting thinner as he walked slowly toward her.

"Olivia, don't go there with me right now. We aren't talking about that, we are talking about what happened tonight, and whether you want to admit that or not, it was fucking wrong!" He shouted, his voice getting louder with every word.

But Olivia could give as good as she got. She walked toward him, invading his space making sure he knew just how much he had pissed her off.

"Was it wrong when you and Cyrus asked me to do it to Mellie? Or when I did it to every single person who ever had a disparaging word to say about you! Or is it only wrong when it's not about us! Anything to make you feel better about fucking another woman who wasn't your wife for years, huh! I've been doing your dirty work for years, babe!" Olivia said on top of her lungs. Her eyes were bulging and her face was screwed up in rage. He took a few steps back as she rounded on him.

"Oh, please-"

"Don't "OH PLEASE ME"! Live with it Fitz! Live with the fact that I'm a pit bull, it's what I fucking do! Why don't you just admit the fact that you don't like the fact that I kept Quinn a secret. And then I will say I'm sorry-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT!"

"THEN WHAT IS IT ABOUT? BECAUSE IT'S DEFINITELY NOT ABOUT YOUR MORALS WHEN YOU'VE NEVER HAD ANY!"

There it was . She had said it. Olivia had brought up the 800 pound elephant in the room. The unmentionable guilt. The icky feelings of remorse that plagued her for years. The fact that they had both done deplorable things to maintain their relationship.

"Fuck you!" Fitz yelled with rage. Even in her angered state, she was startled, she had never seen him like this.

"Liv, I left the mother of my children for you! Because I fucking love you. I've always loved you and it hurts to know that you go around ruining people's lives because it benefits you! I've heard about it, but I've never seen it! I didn't give a fuck about Mellie doing it because that's who she is! You…don't…ruin…lives! So you don't get to cope out." His voice had echoed through the suite. It lingered, but despite it all, Olivia needed to hit below the belt. He was going to pay for putting her on a pedestal.

"THAT'S REALLY RICH, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE. TELL ME, WHEN WE WERE HAVING OUR AFFAIR, WHEN I WAS FORCED TO LIVE IN MY MOTHER'S HOUSE, AND BE QUESTIONED BY MY EX-BOYFRIEND AND A BUNCH OF LAWYERS ON HOW AND WHERE I SUCKED YOUR COCK, WERE YOU WORRIED HOW YOU RUNINED BY LIFE?" Olivia screamed so loudly, her throat felt like it was ripped apart.

With each word, Fitz's eyes got wider, his mouth hanging open in horror. But Olivia did not stop. She could not stop. He did not get to hurt her, not again. She got closer to him, shoving him slightly as tears of anger and hurt built in her eyes.

"Do you have any idea how much I've given up for you! For us! Get of your fucking high horse! I'm not your little princess, Fitzgerald! But I'm not Mellie either. But that explains a lot now! Thank you for sooo eloquently explaining how you really feel! Why I wasted almost a decade of my life waiting for you!"

She was yelling through her tears. But she still could not stop herself. Bringing people down was not easy for her. And for Fitz, of all people to judge her for it hurt. It was something she had never faced. Never wanted to face. And she had always comforted herself by just accepting that she was doing her job.

His face was slowly melting from its stone cold angry state to a look of pained confusion.

"Liv-" he said, is voice breaking with emotion, but Olivia was having none of it. She stormed out of the sitting room, into the bedroom and began pulling pillows and sheets off the bed. She was pretty sure she looked ridiculous with her running make-up and her gown but she could care less. She bundled up the sheets, ran into the sitting room and threw them across the room.

"Liv, I'm sorry -" Fitz began to same sadly but Olivia was too overcome.

"Fuck you! You don't get to apologize. And don't come into the room in the middle of the night, so help me God!" she yelled hysterically. She ran into the bedroom as Fitz tried to follow her. But before she slammed the door in his face, she caught a glimpse of his hurt face. For the briefest of seconds, she wanted to call truce. But he had to know how much him saying those things hurt. She locked the door and ran into the bathroom.

She could not control the tears anymore. They took over her body as she shook from sobbing so hard. She slid onto the floor and curled into a ball, crying until she could no longer hear the sound of Fitz knocking on the bedroom door and him saying "Baby, I'm sorry" over and over.

All the crying had made her light-headed and nauseous after a while. She felt dizzy and had a headache pounding away at her temples. But before she knew it, she was face first into the toilet, throwing up.

After she emptied her stomach, she laid her head on the bathroom tile, curling into a ball wishing she could put her pride aside and tell Fitz how truly sorry she really was.