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But they can't take what's ours

Olivia tucked her feet under her and clutched the cup of tea Quinn had made tightly between her fingers, "You really think the leak that I was kidnapped came from inside our office?"

"Technically, it came from the Reston campaign, but one of my sources swears they got the information from one of our staffers. I'm just not sure who." Cyrus reached over and patted Olivia's hand, "We'll find out, Liv, right now you need to rest."

Picking at the edge of the quilt on their bed, she shrugged, "I don't know, Cy, this is just all so weird. Why would someone take me? Fitz isn't President yet. What would they gain? Other than getting him to drop out."

Cyrus looked up at her words. The two of them were alone in the master bedroom, while Fitz worked on debate prep downstairs. Harrison was chasing Jerry around the backyard, trying to keep him occupied. When it became clear that Olivia wasn't going to rest, Cyrus decided to join her upstairs to at least keep her away from the campaign for a bit. Fitz didn't want her worrying over the election or the upcoming debate with Reston and Cyrus was inclined to agree with him.

"What?" Olivia asked at his stare, "Why are you staring like that?" Self-consciously she pushed some hair behind her ears.

"To get Fitz to drop out." He repeated her words slowly. "That's what kidnapping you would do. It would tear Fitz apart and it would make him shut down his campaign."

Rolling her eyes, Olivia finally took a sip of her tea, "Who on earth would want to shut his campaign down?"

"You mean besides Samuel Reston?" Cyrus shot back.

Olivia inclined her head in acceptance of his statement, "It just seems beneath Reston to go out without a fight. Play dirty? Of course. Win by default? Not a chance."

Standing up, Cyrus paced the room for a few minutes and Olivia silently watched, aware that he was working through a myriad of facts in his head, "What about Billy?"

This time Olivia's mouth popped open in shock. She barely remembered to swallow the sip of tea she'd taken, "Billy? As in Billy Chambers?" Cyrus nodded, "Okay, you've officially lost your mind, Cy. He's creepy, I'll give you that, but if Fitz shuts his campaign down –"

"Sally can take the nomination." Cyrus finished.

Scrunching her face up, Olivia considered that, "Can she though? I mean, technically the primary is over and we've had the Convention and Fitz is the candidate. She's not the VP right now, she wouldn't automatically be sworn in. Wouldn't there be another primary, essentially? Is there even a precedence for this?" She shook her head, "What does it matter, Billy wasn't involved in this. You know it and I know it. You're letting your personal feelings for him and Sally cloud your judgment." She chastised lightly, "Now, I'm hungry. If you're going to force me to stay in this bed, will you please find out where Abby is with the food?" She begged.

Cyrus sighed and moved towards the door, "Alright," he acquiesced, "maybe it is a little off the wall."

Olivia was still chuckling as the door shut behind him. Of all of the crazy theories Cyrus could come up with (and over the years there had been some doozies), this one was one of the craziest. The craziest was still when he thought the Yale team was behind triggering the fire alarm at a debate to try to win. They still lost, but it had been a lot closer because of that interruption. Of course the fire alarm went off because there was an actual fire in the building not caused by any Yale students, but by an idiot who was smoking and dropped the lighter in the garbage can, effectively setting the entire thing on fire.

She was still thinking over all of Cyrus' insane theories when Abby poked her head in, "Cy said you were hungry?"

"Starved." Olivia set her tea on the nightstand, "And thoroughly amused by Cyrus."

Dropping onto the bed next to Olivia, Abby handed Olivia a plate, "Eat up and tell me what Cyrus did to amuse you."

Taking a bite out of her burger, Olivia chewed slowly savoring the greasy goodness before answering, "He has this crazy theory that Billy and Sally are behind my kidnapping."

Abby swirled a fry through the ketchup on her plate, "Well, I mean, Billy is creepy."

Groaning, Olivia threw her head back, "Oh my god, you're ridiculous." She sighed, "What am I going to do with the two of you?"

SCANDAL

Maya glanced through the papers Huck had printed for her, "You're sure he's involved?" She asked.

Nodding, Huck walked her through the financials, "I'm telling you, the money came from Elizabeth North and Big Jerry. And where Elizabeth North goes, Andrew Nichols goes."

The door to the office in Olivia and Fitz's house slammed shut as Eli came back in the room, "That was Jake. He's been tailing North since you said you thought she may be involved." He informed them, "She and Nichols just left DC in a hurry. He said they weren't just leaving, they were fleeing."

Maya held out the paper in front of her, "Financial transactions Huck dug up, Fitz's father was behind this."

"The question then becomes, how do we handle it?" Eli mused.

"You know Olivia won't rest until someone is actually taken into custody over this." Maya murmured. "We could eliminate the threat, but she wouldn't know it. The policy have to arrest North, Nichols and Grant before we can," she paused, "take them off their hands."

"I'll handle it." Eli pulled his phone back out of his pocket, "Huck, put together everything you have."

"I'll call Jake and make sure he doesn't lose North and Nichols." Maya picked her own phone up from the desktop.

SCANDAL

Three Days Later, Final Debate

Straightening Fitz's tie, she gave him a brilliant smile, "You can do this, baby." She murmured softly, "And I'll be right in the audience where you can see me. If you get nervous or don't know what to say, just take a breath and look at me. This is just like court. You're nailing Reston's ass to the wall and the United States people are the jury you're trying to convince. You're the best prosecutor I know, don't tell David that, though. If anyone can do this, it's you."

Fitz nodded, running his hands up and down her arms, "I know, Liv, I'm just nervous. And I'm nervous having you out like this when –"

"Fitz," Olivia interrupted, "I was home when I was taken. Nowhere is safe until they catch North and Nichols. I just can't believe they were behind it. And the police still haven't told us who was funding them. Lord knows they don't have the money themselves."

Two days ago the police had shown up at the Grant house with the news that Elizabeth North and Andrew Nichols were behind Olivia's kidnapping. It had been unexpected news, but they had proof. And when the police left and Olivia and Fitz were home alone, they realized that none of it made sense. Still, they had nothing else to go off of, so all they could do was wait. Wait for North and Nichols to be caught. Wait to find out who was funding them. Wait for all of this chaos that turned their lives upside down to be explained.

"I know," Fitz agreed, "I just, please stay with everyone, don't wander. I can't lose you. I won't survive if I lose you."

Leaning forward, Olivia pressed a kiss to his lips, "I'm not going anywhere." She promised. Leaning back, she quirked a brow at him, "One minute?"

He nodded, tipping his forehead down to hers, "One minute." He agreed.

From across the room, Billy swallowed back the bile in his throat. Olivia was supposed to disappear forever. Instead, North and Nichols had managed to be connected to it. They were on the run, but as long as they stayed in the wind, Billy and Big Jerry Grant were safe. Billy figured it was only a matter of time before they were caught, but he couldn't seem to come up with a solid plan to keep himself safe from prosecution.

Maya Pope growled as she watched her daughter and son-in-law silently communicate, "I swear to God, Eli, if the police don't act on Big Jerry soon I will off him myself."

Running a hand up and down her back soothingly, Eli agreed, "I know, darling, we'll make sure he's taken care of. The police are stalling because he's a former governor and the current senator. They're afraid to act. We'll make sure they do and then Olivia and Fitz can rest easy. Not to mention that racist jackass will be out of our lives for good." He tried to assure his wife.

SCANDAL

"I would like to make a toast," Olivia held up her glass of champagne, "to my husband, Fitz, you kicked Reston's ass but good tonight. Congratulations on winning the final debate. Today Chicago, tomorrow the entire country. To Fitz!"

Her toast was echoed around the room. With a sigh, she set her glass on a side table. "You're not drinking?" Fitz asked, wrapping an arm around her, "Would you rather have a glass of wine?"

Turning in his arms, Olivia wrapped herself around him, "Actually, I was going to tell you this later tonight, but I realized that I was late today."

He looked down at her, "Late? As in. . ."

"As in I could be pregnant, so better safe than sorry." She nodded towards the glass, "I won't know until I take a test, but with all the chaos of the election and. . ." she paused, "anyhow, it hit me during the debate."

Leaning down, Fitz pressed a hard kiss to her lips. "We're going to the drug store tonight." He murmured against her mouth.

"Good because I'm craving Cheese Puffs." She giggled back at him.

SCANDAL

XOXO

MAF