Disclaimer: I do not own Scandal
AN: Due to extenuating circumstances, I will not be doing a sequel to State of Grace. Right now my life is in chaos because of Tim's car accident. So, instead I'm going to throw this little future chapter in so you can see Fitz and Olivia working together post-wedding. Enjoy! ~ XOXO MAS
Two Years Later
"We're going to get killed." Fitz watched as Olivia pressed the button to lower the elevator gates and take them to the top floor of some sketchy building in the warehouse district downtown. Some days he really hated this job. Glancing over at his tiny wife, he could see the thrill on her face. She loved when they wound up in situations like this.
"Wasn't Leo supposed to propose tonight? Weren't you supposed to help set that up?" Olivia asked, her eyes shooting over to her husband's. He looked a bit guilty for abandoning Leo, but not guilty enough to have let Harrison come with her to the drop.
"We're going to get killed. We're $3,000,000 short. And I'm doing this tonight." Fitzgerald Grant, one of the best fixers in DC rolled his eyes at his tiny wife, who was an even better fixer than he was. Two years earlier they'd started their own firm, Grant, Pope & Associates. They were now known world-wide, which is why they were currently doing a job for the Russian Ambassador. It amazed Fitz that Olivia could be thinking about Leo and Abby's engagement when they were getting ready to meet Ukrainian mobsters and they were $3,000,000 short.
"So you flaked." Olivia surmised with a smirk. Abby was going to kill him for flaking, and she was going to enjoy listening to her best friend berate her husband. She had to get her kicks somehow now that she was an old married woman. "Why are we short?" Olivia questioned. She knew they didn't have all the money, she just hadn't focused on it until now. Confidence was key in this game. And Olivia was confident they would walk away with the package.
"The ambassador couldn't come up with the money in time, which is a problem, a very big problem. And I didn't flake. We're working." He rattled off.
"Don't worry," Olivia's voice was calm, far too calm, "they'll take what we give them. Did Leo at least buy the engagement ring?"
"Ukrainian mobsters do not take what you give them, they just shoot you. So we have bigger things to worry about than Leo not proposing to the crazy redhead we call a friend. We are in a situation here, so focus. Do what you do." Fitz was nervous. Olivia always found it comical when he got nervous. He rambled. She enjoyed listening to him ramble until he got his nerves under control.
The elevator opened up on the top floor of the warehouse and Fitz held out his hand, "Well, Mrs. Grant, are you ready to swindle Ukrainian mobsters out of $3,000,000?" His nerves were now under control.
Smiling up at him, Olivia nodded and slid her hand into his, twining their fingers together. "In exchange for the package? Why, yes, I am, Mr. Grant." She motioned with her hand for him to exit first. The moment they were in view of the mobsters, Olivia took the lead. "Good evening, gentlemen!" Olivia called out, winking up at her husband.
"You've got the money?" One of the mobsters barked out without so much as a greeting and Olivia and Fitz shared a knowing scoff.
"Of course, all $3,000,000." Olivia answered breezily as she dropped Fitz's hand so he could set the large briefcase on the metal table top, opening it for them to see.
Both mobsters glared at them, "We said $6,000,000."
Fitz gave Olivia a little shrug, "Did we?" He asked nonchalantly.
"We did." One of the mobsters confirmed
"We have $3,000,000." Olivia replied, pushing the briefcase in their direction.
"That's a problem." The first mobster replied, crossing his arms as the other adjusted his jacket, making sure they could see the gun on his side.
Olivia did her best not to bristle at the unspoken threat, instead responding, "Well, I have $3,000,000. That's all the ambassador had on such short notice."
The second mobster, and clearly the more intimidating of the two, finally spoke, "Leave the $3,000,000 and when you come back with the other $3,000,000 we have a deal." His words held no room for argument. Olivia and Fitz shared a look and Fitz sent her a nearly imperceptible nod.
"That's not going to happen, Oscar." Olivia stepped up so she was toe-to-toe with him.
"No?" He questioned glibly."
Fitz stood behind Olivia silently. He was a bit of an intimidating man when he stood at his full height, arms crossed, face set in a stony expression. It gave Olivia the room to prattle off an impressive speech. The two of them had this dance perfected now, knowing just how to manipulate a mark into doing what they wanted.
"Nyet." Olivia snapped, "What's going to happen is you and Vlad are going to take the $3,000,000 and leave right now for Dulles to make your flight to the motherland." The mobsters arched their brows in disbelief, but Olivia just continued unperturbed, "The reason you're going to want to go right now, besides the fact that it's just good travel sense to give yourselves enough time for international check in, is in exactly 4 hours and 15 minutes both of your names are going to suddenly pop up on Homeland Security's No Fly List. Lucky for you, you're booked on a flight that leaves in two and a half hours. So if it were me, I'd much rather spend $3,000,000 in Kiev than in Georgetown. Way more bang for your buck. In fact it may even feel like $6,000,000 once you're there."
Olivia and Fitz held their breaths until Oscar nodded to Vlad and shut the briefcase with the money with a loud click, "Good boys. So, since we have a deal. I am going to take what we paid for. I thank you, my client thanks you and I hope to never see you again." Olivia handed the box with the package to Fitz and strode purposefully towards the elevator.
"God I love this job." Fitz muttered under his breath as the elevator shut and started to move down.
SCANDAL
They were back at the office in thirty minutes. It was clear Abby was a bit upset that a proposal, which she knew was being planned for that night didn't happen, so Olivia only felt a little bad for Fitz as the redhead continued to snap at him throughout the night as they snacked on Chinese take out and waited for the ambassador to come pick up the package. Olivia had offered to take Harrison to the drop instead, she'd done her part. "I'm not doing it." Abby snapped at Fitz, nudging the cardboard box towards him.
"Well, I'm not doing it." Fitz muttered, pushing it away with his pinky finger and glaring daggers at Olivia.
"Don't look at me." Olivia held up her hands with a chuckle as the door opened and Harrison and Leo came barging in.
"How'd it go?" Harrison asked with a clap of his hands.
Olivia grinned at Fitz, "We gave them $3,000,000 and they gave us the package." She smirked proudly with a mouthful of noodles.
Fitz shook his head proudly at his wife, "$3,000,000 down, the woman doesn't flinch." He held up his hand in high five and Olivia slapped it.
"We're just waiting for pick up." Quinn replied, spinning in her chair. "And for someone to volunteer to do a diaper change."
"Sorry," Harrison shucked off his coat, "I'm a gladiator, not a babysitter."
When the baby in the box started crying, Olivia picked him up, "So, which one of you idiots wants to gladiate a diaper change?" She held the baby out to the boys just as the doors flew open with Huck right behind the stampeding couple.
"Thank you! When the Russians kidnapped my son, I thought I would never see him again. Anything I can do for you, please let me know." Olivia sighed as the Russian Ambassador's wife took her son, cooing to him softly in Russian.
"If you ever have a daughter, Olivia's a beautiful name." Harrison piped up and Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Ambassador, you can take your son back to the consulate where he will be safe." Olivia smiled proudly at the man.
"And you can never tell anyone about this." Fitz chuckled, "The FBI is sick of us."
"Of course, thank you." The ambassador passed off a check to Harrison discreetly as he and his wife left.
"Good work everyone. Let's call it a night. I'm exhausted." Olivia held out her hand to Fitz. He slipped his hand into hers. "We'll see everyone in the morning."
SCANDAL
XOXO
MAS