Author's Note: So, I got back to work today and while my boss was able to write me a check, I can't cash it until Wednesday. Times are rough all over, man. It's okay because I'm 89% (and in some areas 89 is an A-plus) sure that my account won't overdraw before then and if it does…well, it would the first time and my big sister's done it like 50 so my parents should be understanding if I gotta ask them for the difference. And I always pay them back. Owing people money gives me the Hives, especially if it's family.

Last chapter was a new Olitz ground for me. I know that Huck (and now Quinn) has the monopoly on scary yet more than a little sexy violence in canon but I've always wanted to see Liv and Fitz get a little roughneck and shed some Quentin Tarantino blood together. Okay, more Liv than Fitz. Homeboy already cut his bones upside Verna's head…

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

6 Weeks Before Election Night: Connecting the Dots pt. 3

The knife had been bleached, wrapped, and discarded in the nearby river. The plastic and other supplies had been collected and put into the basement incinerator of the warehouse. Quinn had taken Ballard to a nearby hospital, the man's silence already guaranteed. That was the thing about this aspect of Fixing, the shades of grey fading to black. Secrets were crucial.

The collected footage had been archived and stored away in multiple areas for ammunition purposes. If Jake decided to get more cute and creative than he already had, all it would take is a Call to end him. Child molesters, even suspected child molesters never lasted long in prison…

Olivia watched placidly as the last of the dried blood left her nail beds and could feel Fitz behind her. The brutality he had shown Jake had been surprising to say the least. Although he was far from a wilting wallflower, Fitz had a large pacifist streak, possibly a lasting effect from growing up with Big Jerry. He wanted to keep the peace and she had never really seen him lose his temper. Annoyed and indignant to the point of bitchiness, yes but deep, burn the whole world to the ground and not give a fuck dark rage was usually left in her jurisdiction.

She would never be afraid of him. Absolutely not. Fitz would die before he hurt their son or herself but…she'd be damned sure to never underestimate what he was capable of ever again.

After all, even the sweetest people in the world had a breaking boiling point of madness.

Her eyes met his in their bathroom mirror and all she could see was exhaustion as he leaned against the doorjamb. Before leaving, Huck had collected their clothes for disposal and for the first time, they had shared a platonic shower. He was just in a pair of black boxers and she was drowning in one of his white undershirts. She was exhausted too but her brain just wouldn't shut off. The footage of Ger, the footage of them, Ballard's notes about them, Billy Chambers, Amanda Tanner, the waning days of the Campaign…all of it was like someone had dropped a monsoon into her super brain and dared her to pull through with a raft and half a paddle.

"Ger?"

"Fast asleep. I checked the house for bugs like Huck asked. Nothing."

"Good. What do we do about your sperm donor?"

"Ask me that question again in the morning. Here."

"I hate scotch."

"Wine's not gonna cut it tonight and you know it, Livvie."

Point. Shutting off the sink, she threw back the tumbler and gritted her teeth against the eye watering burn. Her brain was still clicking along but at a much slower speed. There were still obstacles to face but the good thing about tonight was that a threat had been exposed and eliminated (she desperately wished that it could've been permanent but alas…) and the aforementioned threat had sang like a canary with the correct incentive. Or the wrong incentive, depending on one's point of view. All Jake knew was that Billy had a plan to make Sally president after Fitz got into office and that plan hinged mainly on Amanda Tanner…

It didn't take a rocket surgeon to figure out what the pretty blonde's role was supposed to be.

Monica Lewinsky. Donna Rice...

Sometimes, she absolutely despised being right. She truly, truly did…

"I poured bleach down the shower drain in case…well, you know."

"I'm beginning to rethink my telling you to keep your day job."

" Yeah, if this whole Leader of the Free World thing falls through, I'd be happy to call you Boss Lady."

She chuckled and quipped saucily, "You already do."

"Happily. Come to bed."