You guys have waited SOOOOOO long for this. I truly am is busy.

Fitz's POV

When we got home, Olivia asked if she could take a shower. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity that she felt like she had to ask.

She really didn't feel like talking and I wasn't going to press her. When she felt comfortable talking, I would be there to loan me ear. At least that is what I told myself to help my bruised ego.

She shared her most sacred part of herself with me but she couldn't tell me about her father? How did that even make sense? I couldn't just sit around while she was in the shower and feel sorry for myself.

I made my way to my office so I could do something useful to help Olivia.

Olivia's POV

The hot water was burning away all the resurfaced feelings that this day had brought back. Fitz deserved and explanation because right now he probably thinks I am a crazy person. I don't blame him either.

My hands found my face and I rocked myself on the shower floor slowly rubbing the muscles in my face, a vain attempt at getting myself to relax.

Maybe I was crazy.

I stayed on the floor for a few more mites before I gave myself a pep talk and decided to rejoin civilization.

The cold air hit my body like a ton of bricks. I grabbed a towel and threw it around my petite frame finding some warmth. I didn't feel like throwing on my clothes so I found the next best thing. I grabbed Fitz's old t-shirt and famous grey sweatpants. Once I felt somewhat presentable, I made my way down stairs to find Fitz.

Fitz's POV

"Eli was at her school? And you are sure about this?" I had called Huck to get a better understanding of the security breech this morning. It appeared to be a blackout but some files were missing Jake's and Olivia's to be exact. That means Eli's is now aware of what treatment facility Jake is at and everything we have learned about Olivia thus far. Her schedule at school and where she works and at what times. He acted faster than anyone had predicted he was already in New Jersey.

"I have surveillance on Olivia. She will be fine but he was there he left her flowers. I think that's what spooked her. After she saw them the first thing, she did was call you to come and get her."

Suddenly her odd behavior became understandable.

"Anything else I should know?" The door creaked open revealing a sleepy Olivia but damn she looked good. I don't think I could imagine anyone else who would look better with her hair up in a messy bun wearing sweats that she could live in and a shirt that swallowed every curve on her body. Her makeup free face smiled sheepishly at me. Like she was asking if she could come in.

I smiled back at her and singled with my finger to come closer. She happily obliged and came on my side of the desk. TO my surprise she pulled my chair back and planted herself right on my lap. unable to tell her no. not wanting to even if I could. I welcomed her soft warm body against mine by wrapping my free arm around her petite frame.

"You still there?" Huck asked.

"Yeah sorry you were saying?"

"Just make sure she stays in and around you."

"Okay perfect thanks" I hung up before Liv had any clue what we were talking about.

Her head was lying against my chest and her fingers were following the embroidery on my shirt.

"Who was that?" she inquired without moving a muscle.

"Work" my vague response didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Work or work work" she stopped her movements for a minute to put up air quotes around work making a soft laugh escape my lips.

"DO you really want to know?" her eyes moved from my face and darted to the floor. Even when she was so close, she was so far away.

"I guess not." she shrugged.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

"My dad knows I am here."

I went to interrupt her but she stopped me.

"Don't say anything just listen. I don't know how to feel about it. The second I turned eighteen I left. for good reasons and now he just shows up to dictate my life. It's like I am a twelve-year-old all over again."

She shook her head and pushed off of me turning her head to finally meet my gaze. Her brown eyes clashed against mine and the breath was knocked out of me. It amazed me how she could do that without even trying. I have known her the least out of every person in my life and she is the only person that can make all normal brain functions stop, yet somehow, she was the only person that has felt like peace. What an odd thing to feel from a person.

"I told you when we started this that" her face grew red, if that was even possible for someone with mocha skin.

"Sex" she said slightly above a whisper and darting her eyes all around my face before starring back into my eyes.

"Wasn't easy for me. That is the truth. My dad did some real bad things" my body became tense and my head instantly went to the worse thing possible. Noticing my change in stature she continued.

"No, not like that. He hit me a lot and it was only when he was completely wasted. he would wake up the next morning in a terrible mood most times forgetting the abuse the night before. But when he remembered he bought me chocolate. You know those big boxes that they sell during valentine's day?"

I nodded my head.

"I don't know how but every time he would find one and present it to me. it was way too much chocolate and I never ate it all even with Jakes help. Once he brought home his friend. His name was Michael." her hand went to her left eye almost in a trance as she continued to speak. "I will never forget the scar that stretched across his face. I didn't know at the time but he had lost a bet to my Dad and came by the house to collect."

"Liv" the tears began to form in her eyes again and she snapped her eyes to my hands that were advancing towards her.

"I tried to stop him." She started to cry harder, like there was too much raw pain inside her to be contained.

"I tried I really did but I was just a kid. HE told me he would kill me I had to listen. You understand right?"

I nodded my head.

"I tried to stop him." she repeated. I don't if she was trying to convince me or herself.

She presumed her positing against my chest breaking eye contact with me for the second and final time.

"My dad had left us in the kitchen. Michael had me pinned to the counter with his hand around my neck. It was like a fire started in my throat. I couldn't breathe. it thought he was going to kill me. Before I knew it, my hand was on the knife and it was sliding through his skin.' She was physically shaking.

"I don't think I killed him; my dad came in as Michael fell to the ground. He was shocked that his little girl who had taken so much of his abuse could do something so crazy like stabbing a person. He knew I was his whipping boy but that night... I don't know that night changed everything and I knew I had to leave. The next morning, I woke up, I thought for sure he wouldn't remember what had transpired the night before. I was wrong. I woke up to yellow lilies. They were my mom's favorite so they were always around the house until she died. it was like every trace of her vanished including the flowers. I knew that was his apologies didn't tell Jake. He would have killed my dad. I never knew my dad hated me until that night. He was willing to exchange me for anything. I knew at that point I couldn't stay"

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I tell you all this now because my father only gives me yellow Lilies when he knows he has done something catastrophic. Today I went to class and on my desk was a single ye-"

"Yellow lily" finally founding my voice I finished for her.

She shook her head.

"Exactly, so my father knows I am here. worse than that he knows he has done something awful and for the life of me I can't figure out what it is he has done. Knowing my father, I won't understand until it is too late. But things are different this time around. I have you. So, I need your help, I need to know what my father has done."

It's human to have a range of emotions. It's one of the first things they teach you at the C.I.A, you are also taught that those emotions should be at standby and ready to be used at the perfect time. I was angry, blood boiling skin sweating could possibly take a small army angry. I was sad, that feeling deep in my stomach that was threatening to take control of my body. it was like a million pins and needles poking at my throat. I could have cried. Most of all I felt scared, that was a feeling I didn't feel often. I could be in a room with drug dealers and big crime bosses and I've never felt scared. I knew what her father was apologizing for. It's me. For making her 'marry me', for bringing her into my world. They also teach you that you have to mask all those emotions. Something I found possible until now.

I looked down at Olivia and I knew that I was falling for her. I wanted to protect her from everything. Even if the one thing she needed protecting from was me. If she were to find out the real reason she was here, to fulfill a purpose her father has. She was disposable to him and that m=breaks my heart. It would kill her to find out that I worked for the C.I.A. I couldn't tell her that I knew the reason behind the lily.

"I know you work and it's a conflict of interest but I need this." she said breaking my daze.

"Yeah I want to help."

Not completely a lie.

'okay good" she smiled and kissed my lips; we were only connected for a few moments but I swear it felt like an eternity before she released my lips and slid of my lap.

"Now can we go get something to eat, I'm actually starved." as if on cue my stomach growled.

"Yes ma'am." I eyed her wardrobe a smile graced my lips. Damn she was cute.

"You want to change or?"

She looked herself up and down before answering.

And then you WORK

"No, you look perfect." I smiled grabbing her hand and giving it a small squeeze.

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