-Liv POV

It was late when Olivia was coming down the steps after her shower and when she stepped onto the landing she screamed noticing Russell standing there. In front of him were Fitz and CJ sitting down with their hands tied behind their backs and tape over their mouths.

"Please don't hurt them." Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs, rushing towards them before she was grabbed from behind.

She turned as much as she could and noticed Jake behind her, laughing manically and smelling of alcohol.

"Liv, you should've just listened to us and stayed put. Now look what you've done. You've got everyone here terrified and now they have to pay the price."

Russell stood between the two chairs before he leaned over and took the tape off of CJ's mouth.

"Liv, why did you do this to us? You should've just stayed away."

"I never wanted you to get hurt sweetie, I swear. Please Russell, just let them go. They're innocent and have nothing to do with this."

"Oh but you brought them into this Olivia."

"Olivia? Olivia, did you hear what I said?"

I snapped out of my day dream and looked at Fitz who was still knelt down in front of me with the cell phone in his hands. The second he told me that I had a message from Huck, my mind blanked out and I imagined the worst case scenario. Russell had located me and was on the way to kill them in front of me before he dragged me back home. I couldn't have that happen, and as much as I promised Fitz I wouldn't run, I knew that I couldn't put them in any possible danger.

"I heard you."

I looked at him pretending I was taking in what he had said, but in reality I was talking myself out of the two choices I had. On one hand I could listen to what my heart and body was beginning to feel and stay put, allowing him to help me, but on the other hand I wanted to listen to my gut. My gut said that I was an idiot and Fitz was an idiot for allowing some strange women in his home with his daughter. He was an even bigger idiot for allowing me to stay after everything I had just told him. I wasn't sure what was blinding him, but I needed him to open his eyes and understand that whatever he saw in me was NOT worth the possible outcome. If Russell even got a little bit close to finding out where Fitz and CJ lived, I would go running back before he had the chance to move in their direction. I could never let anyone from that life know about Fitz and CJ. I couldn't bare the thought of them being caught in the crossfire.

Fitz POV

I could tell that she was no longer paying attention to the phone, but that her mind had gone elsewhere. Figuring out Olivia was a task and a skill that I still hadn't mastered and I knew that it wouldn't come overnight. I wanted to know what she was thinking although I did have a feeling. The only times I noticed her eyes gloss over the way they were now, is when she was thinking the worse and figuring out an escape from her current situation. I knew it was crazy for me to keep her in my home after everything she told me last night, but there was no way I was going to let this broken woman handle this on her own. It wasn't that long ago I represented the worst criminals and won every case that fell on my lap, so with knowing exactly how a dirty lawyer would operate, I knew that if I could get this Russell into court, I could win.

Realizing that she still needed time to process whatever she had on her mind, I went against my better judgment and opened the message, before reading off the words. It was a location in town and I knew exactly where it was. But that could only mean one thing.

"Olivia, he knows where you are."

"You should start getting CJ ready for school"

She either ignored me or didn't hear me at all. I noticed her glance at the clock on the wall and wondered where her head was. I figured she was dismissing me and the second I left she would be figuring out what her next move would be. Without me.

"You don't want her to be late, Fitz. You should keep things normal for her."

I knew she was right but I also read between the lines. She wouldn't be here when I returned.

"You're right."

I dropped the phone onto the couch next to her and stood straight up before moving to turn the computer off and closed it. It was true that I hadn't got much sleep at all last night because I was insisted on finding any piece of information I could that would help me understand who she was dealing with. I hadn't found too much but it didn't stop me from digging and contacting a few old colleagues just in case.
"Do you want any breakfast? Coffee?"

"I'm fine."

But I knew she wasn't. I nodded and walked out the door, closing it behind me and acting like nothing was different in my life. It seemed like she had made up her mind and the minuscule plans I had made for us- the tiny hope that I had began to picture, was nonexistent.

When I finally had CJ fed and back upstairs to get dressed, her self-control gave in and the questions poured out of her like a leaky faucet.

"Why didn't Olivia eat with us? Is she still sleeping?"

"She's resting. Did you remember to pack everything in your backpack for today? Yesterday you forgot your homework folder that I reminded you about three times."

She rolled her eyes at me and I wanted to scold her for it. But that wasn't me. When she needed scolding, I made sure she got one but I was known for giving warnings first and knew the only reason I'd scold her right now is because I was already upset. Olivia was on my mind and in all honesty I felt betrayed somehow.

"Please make sure it's done."

She jumped off the bed and went in search of her backpack before opening it and showing me the inside of it. She was a complete smart-ass with her thin pursed lips and raised eyebrows, daring me to challenge her as I saw her homework folder safely in her bag.

"Let's go."

I waited for CJ to go downstairs- surprised she went without a fight about saying goodbye to Olivia- and knocked on the office door. She answered it quickly and I could tell that she was getting ready to go freshen up in the bathroom.

"I called a cab."

"What… what do you mean? It'll only take me a few minutes to drop her off and be back. We can go to this place together."

"Fitz, I can't. I need to go alone. I have no idea what he's going to tell me, but I can't do this and neither can you. You have a child. We've somehow fooled ourselves in the past few days into thinking this was okay, but it's not. I can't take a chance on them knowing where I am, and closing in on your home. It's too risky."

"So that's it? Will you come back?"

She looked away and I knew she didn't have an answer for me. I could tell that she wasn't sure and that she wanted to say no but was afraid to admit it. Hearing CJ downstairs complaining about me taking too long, I grabbed a piece of mail from the desk and turned it over before scribbling my cell number down and giving it to her.

"If you need anything.."

I couldn't finish my sentence before her arms were wrapped around my waist and her head was tucked under my chin. My arms went around her waist and I held her as tightly as I could until I knew I had to let go.

"Goodbye Fitz."

I gave her a half smile before letting go and walking away.

I wouldn't say goodbye.

Liv POV

The taxi stopped and I stepped out and walked towards the rundown hotel. I checked my surroundings the entire time, just being extra cautious that no one else was watching me. I knew Huck was watching me. There was no doubt that he knew I had arrived and when I noticed the last door on the left open, I knew it was his doing. I took one last look around before walking into the room and closing the door behind me. I locked the door and turned to see Huck sitting on the bed with a manila folder in his hands.

"How did you find me, Huck? I wanted to call but I got.."

"The accident. I saw it. I cleaned up and made sure there were no traces of you inside. I knew where you were the whole time, Liv."

His voice sounded robotic to some, but I could always hear the sincerity in it.

"I didn't know you were having me followed."

"It's my job to make sure you're safe which is why I'm here."

"Does he know where I am? If he found me, then that means I put them in danger and need to warn them! It was a mistake going there and I never intended to stay, I just could barely move and now he's going to find them and it'll be all my fault."

"Liv, he doesn't know where you are."

I was stunned and turned to face him, glad that was already making eye contact with me.

"What do you mean? How can you be sure?"

"Because there's a paper trail that suggests that you've crossed the border and are somewhere in South America."

"What happens when they realize I'm not there? I know he has men looking for me, Huck. Probably hundreds of them."

I never hid the fear in my voice from Huck, there was no need to. He knew from day one what this organization did to me and how fearful I was of it.

"Olivia, there's something you need to know. I didn't think it would come to this, so I never told you."

"So more bad news? Is someone else out to kill me?"

"It's the opposite. It's just Russell."

"What do you mean?"

Huck motioned for me to sit down, and once I was next to him, he opened the folder and went through the pages as I listened to him explain everything to me.

"When your father was first diagnosed, he decided that enough was enough. He wanted to dilute the organization out and cease all activities coming in and out. So he started letting people out of their contracts, some bought their way out if they wanted out sooner, and by the time he passed there were only four people left with the exception of a handful of guards."

"I guess I know who those four people are?" I asked as things started to make sense.

"Jake, Mike, Chris and Russell. Your father knew Mike and Chris would follow anything Russell said, and he tried to get Jake to leave, but it was too late. Liv, there is no 'organization' anymore. It's just Russell and his twisted vendetta."

"But what does any of that have to do with me?" I asked exasperated. I saw my freedom right in front of me, but it was still so far out of reach.

"It has everything to do with your father, and since he's gone, you're the next best thing to Russell. Everything is about money and power to him and with your dad relinquishing everyone and giving them their payout, Russell has nothing to hold power over. Even when Russell took over, there was no money left and everyone was a ghost. Your dad left no traces of financers or overseas dealers, nothing. It's like it never existed and the money he's been having you guys steal is going straight into his pocket."

"So it's just them that's after me… it's just Russell." I was relieved but too shocked to say anything else. I felt like the weight that was on my chest had partially been lifted and there was only a little bit of breath holding left to do.

"It's just him." Huck began. "Your father groomed him from day one and Russell loved the attention he got. He was like me, Liv. No family, no place to go, but unlike me, Russell looked up to your father. He saw him as a father figure and wanted him to love him but your father didn't see him that way. He always said, "Never allow your…"

"Self to get attached. You're on your own in this world and don't forget it." I looked at Huck, finishing the sick mantra my father used to say to me. "I was his only child, his own flesh and blood and he told me that. Why would Russell think he was any different?"

Huck stood quietly, choosing not to answer me. It was seconds later, that he made eye contact with me and changed the subject.

"After you left, Mike was charged with first degree murder for the guard and was found dead just three days after booking. Russell got Jake and Chris out and they're searching for you. Chris is in South America and Jake is checking the Virgin Islands. You're in the clear here, Liv. You picked a good place."

I scoffed at his interpretation of my whereabouts.

"I didn't choose this place, Huck. I just crashed. I was tired and not focusing and ruined everything. I didn't mean for it to happen."

He was silent for a moment before he stood and walked to the table and picked up a different file folder. He brought the folder to me and held it out towards me.

"Maybe you're just supposed to be here."

I took the folder from his hands and opened it to see a picture of Fitz and one of CJ. I knew exactly what I was looking at and felt my stomach drop at the thought of him not being what he seemed. It must not have been that bad because Huck wouldn't have let me stay for as long as I did.

"I knew it was too good to be true. What all did you find on him?"

"Nothing. Liv, he's clean and straight as an arrow. He's good for you."

He said the last part quietly, but I heard him. I shook my head not allowing any fantasies to enter my mind at Huck's small blessing.

"He might be good for me but I'm not good for him. It was stupid of both of us for me to stay there and put them in danger like that. I can't do that again. He has a daughter, Huck. A little girl that he worships and I would never forgive myself if they got hurt because of me."

"Liv, it won't .."

"BULLSHIT!" My voice rose unrepentantly and I knew the tears would come no matter how many deep breaths I took. "They're gonna realize I'm not in South America and they're gonna come find me! Maybe it won't be tomorrow, or next week, or even three months from now, but they are gonna come!"

"Liv."

"NO! It'll happen while we're cooking dinner together, or, or when CJ asks me to read her a bedtime story and Fitz is just downstairs waiting, and they'll just come in and.. and…"

"Stop! Olivia you have to stop."

Huck wasn't the type that would hug me, and he knew I wouldn't want to be touched, so he allowed me to finish crying until I felt like I had run out of tears. When I was done, he walked closer and took a phone out of his pocket before holding it out to me.

"This is your new phone. My number is programmed in."

"What do I do now, Huck? I skipped my court date, I'm a fugitive. If a cop notices me, I'll go to jail."

"We will clear your name Olivia, until we can, you just need to lay low. Stay here and keep a low profile."

"Here?" I asked looking around at the dingy motel. I wasn't a prude, but there was no way I could live in this place for however long.

"I'm working on a place for us to stay, we can go there in an hour or so, but we're staying here Liv, in this town."

I nodded and muttered my thanks knowing he didn't need much else. I watched carefully as he typed away on the small laptop that was in his possession. I wasn't sure how he was online because the motel had no internet service. I was lying down on the bed now and letting my thoughts consume me. I thought of Fitz and wondered if he had still gone into work that day or if I had truly hurt him, forcing him to stay home. Hugging him before I left made me feel something extra for him. I felt like my body was made for his. Like we just fit.

Fitz POV

I felt bad. I had been snapping at everyone I'd come in contact with at work and although it wasn't unusual for me to be standoff-ish, I was never blatantly rude to them. Today was different. Today, I felt like I had been thrown back years ago when someone else was making decisions for my life. Olivia forced me to act as though she didn't matter to me and hadn't made an impact on my life in just a few days. It wasn't just her decision to make, but she had done it anyway. I tried to not be angry at her, but I was. I had no clue if I would see her again, and I had to be okay with that.

"Fitz, you've got the Watson's on line one. They want to talk about the settlement on the house." I heard our office's secretary, Quinn say from the doorway.

"I'm not here. I'm already gonna be late picking up my kid. They can leave a message and I'll call them tomorrow, or they can stop being fucking dicks and just settle once and for all and stop being a pain in my ass."

I looked up and noticed the shocked look on Quinn's face, not expecting such words from me. I sighed and cleared my throat, before grabbing my briefcase and walking towards her.

"They can leave a message. I'll see you tomorrow Quinn."

When I pulled onto Leonard Street, I groaned at the amount of cars in the carpool lane. There were a handful of cars behind me as well, but I was late. I was always there in the pick-up line early, assuring my little girl she would be one of the first few children to be picked up. Every single time. The only time she didn't expect to be picked up first was when my mother would pick her up, and even she was never this late. CJ had given her a hard time before so she made sure she got there somewhat early to satisfy her granddaughter. The leftover students had been moved to one area together rather than being separated by grades and the second I pulled up to the third orange cone, I was greeted by my daughter's scowling face.

"Afternoon, Mr. Grant, she all but demanded to call you, saying you are never late to pick her up. I told her if she was the last one she could call and to be patient."

Her teacher was the one on carpool today, and she knew that CJ could be demanding at times and that she didn't have to cave in.

"I appreciate you not caving in and listening to her complaints. Some things came up today that had me running late."

She smiled and opened the door for before CJ climbed into the backseat silently-completely unlike her. She buckled herself into her booster seat without saying a word to me. I eased forward once the crossing guard directed us, before pulling onto the main street.

"Hi Bug. How was your day?"

Silence.

"Bug?"

She didn't answer me and refused to look anywhere but out of her window. She was pissed. My little girl had a pick up routine and I had never broken it until today and it was unacceptable. I knew I would have to make it up to her. This wouldn't just be for her though, it would for me too. My day had been ruined and it seemed like I had ruined my little one's day just the same. We needed a pick me up.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know Bug, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."

I sang the verse again and a small smile formed on her lips before she finally looked at me.

"I'm mad at you daddy."

"I know, Bug."

"You were late."

"I know."

"You're never late."

"Sometimes things happen Bug. I'm sorry I was late getting you. Now, do you want me to make it up to you by taking you someplace fun?"

Her eyes lit up just a little; she was fighting against it though. It was a known fact that when daddy messed up, he made it up big time.

"Where are we going?"

"You just have to wait and see, Ceej."

We drove for the next fifteen minutes with her questioning me fervently. She didn't stop until we pulled into the mall's parking lot and she kicked her feet at the large rides she saw in front of her. I had seen the carnival setting up as I drove to work this morning and knew I'd be taking CJ here soon enough. I hadn't expected it to be today but this just meant that we'd be back for sure. I parked in the closest spot I could find and the second the engine was turned off- the only way she could unbuckle- she was climbing on the middle console and bouncing on her knees.

"Hurry up, Daddy!"

I laughed and got out of the car, holding my hand out for her to grab a hold of as she followed me out of the drivers door. When she wasn't patient- which was common- she refused to wait for me to come around to open the door for her, and would climb up front and get out after me. The first time it happened, I had nearly slammed her arm in the door and it scared the both of us. She'd started it since I finally let her out of the five-point harness just a few months ago. I didn't care that she had turned six; she was tiny and had just reached the weight limits.

We stood in line for tickets and I bought way too many that I was willing to admit. The forty tickets I had purchased wouldn't all be used tonight, but I'm sure the majority of them would be.

"Alright, what do you wanna do first?"

She pointed towards the fake Dumbo rides and we went to hand the lady our tickets and waited for our turn. She was bouncing around in excitement, but I was frustrated with the way I knew my back would be aching from the small seat I would be scrunched in for the duration of the ride. It was times like this I wished I had someone like Olivia here with us. Someone like Olivia could easily fit their petite form in the seat with CJ. Someone like Olivia could stand by my side as I played my heart out for one of those stupid over-sized stuffed animals. The bad thing was that I didn't want someone like Olivia. I wanted Olivia. It only took days for me to fall for her.

"That was fun, Daddy! Let's go on the horses!"

"Cassandra Jane wait right there! Do not move."

She huffed and waited for me to climb out before grabbing my hand and rushing me off towards the carousel. She pouted when the lady closed the gate and let me know she thought it was my fault that we missed "our turn." She was scolded after that. She had a choice to grab my hand so we could go home, or be kind and have a better attitude. She chose the latter. CJ wasn't perfect by any means, but she had her moments. Regardless, I wasn't raising a brat. She had manners and would be corrected when needed.

She was clearly embarrassed and muttered a "yes sir" before burying her face in my leg and pouting until it was our turn to ride. All was forgotten the second I lifted her onto the pink and yellow horse and strapped the rope around her waist. CJ looked around smiling widely at everyone that was around her before her eyes focused on something behind me. The ride started and I expected her to turn around, but instead her focus remained. I wanted to know what had her attention, so I turned and immediately realized what had her focus. About five horses behind us, almost on the other side, but within our view, was a little girl atop a horse, and next to her was a woman cuddled tightly to her side and giving her cheek kisses. The fact that the little girl mirrored CJ and the woman mirrored Olivia is what had both of us entranced.

I wanted that for my daughter. I wanted a mom for her because she deserved one. I was sure of it. I just wasn't sure if it was Olivia that deserved her.

When we finally made it home, I carried in CJ's chocolate milk and backpack, as well as my drink and bag of food. She'd convinced me to get Chickfila on the way home, and I caved in and handed her the small bag of waffle fries to eat on the drive here.

"Daddy, I'm done."

"Not so fast," I said as she tried to head up stairs. "you need to eat your chicken too, CJ."

"But I'm too full for chicken." She whined, giving me wide grey eyes.

"Oh no, does your belly hurt a little?"

I said pretending to have empathy for her. She nodded and moved closer to burrow into my side. She was such a little con.

"I'm sorry Bug. I guess you can't have your chocolate milk or your dessert either, huh?"

"Wait! I can have it, I'm okay."

"Oh really? So your belly is okay?"

She looked down, knowing I had caught her in a lie. It wasn't the first time.

"I'm sorry I lied Daddy. My belly is okay."

"I forgive you. Now, chicken then dessert."

She nodded and climbed up into her seat before I sat the box of nuggets in front of her and opened her milk. I washed my hands before sitting next to her and taking out my food.

"What did you get?"

"I got a spicy chicken sandwich and a milkshake." It was my comfort food and always had been. I could drink a million of them.

"Can I taste some?" I took a large bite out of my sandwich before tilting the large drink in her direction. She moved to her knees and held on to my shoulder to steady herself before taking a few sips of the chocolaty drink. Her eyes averted to mine and I knew she was taking more than I would've normally allowed. But I didn't mind this time. After a few more sips, I stopped her.

"Thanks Daddy." She smiled at me while licking her lips.

"You are welcome, Bug." I leaned forward and kissed her forehead before putting my drink back in front of me.

"Alright, it's almost bedtime, so we need to wash all these carnival germs off. Can you go get out your jammies and undies and put them on the bed?"

"Yes."

"Alright, and get ready, we're washing your hair tonight."

"But Daddy, it's gonna hurt too much!" she protested.

"Ceej, we have to wash your hair tonight. It got too messy today and you've got so much junk in it. So no more pouting, get."

I patted her bottom as she ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I gobbled up the last bit of sandwich and fries before sticking my milkshake in the freezer and jogging up the stairs after her. I could hear her in her bedroom debating with herself on which pair of pajamas she would wear as I stood in the bathroom adjusting the water.

"Shower or bath?"

I yelled out the door trying to be nice and give her a bit of a choice in the matter. Either way, I knew I'd fight against caving at the tears that were sure to come. She always claimed that it hurt when I brushed through her tangled, wavy hair, but I wondered if she was playing me. I was always gentle and took my time.

"Shower!"

"Alright, let's go. Move it!"

I heard her footsteps against the hardwood floor and seconds later she appeared already undressed and ready.

"Wait, potty first." I said stopping her from climbing into the bathtub. Once she was done and flushed the toilet, she climbed in and went under the spray of water. She loved the water, but it surprised me that she would choose a shower over a bath. I figured maybe it was because she knew I would have to use the shower for her hair regardless and she wanted to save us both the trouble of switching from one to the other. I washed her up twice before letting her rinse off while I went to get the shampoo and conditioner from under the sink. When I had it, I pulled the curtain to the side and pushed the showerhead so it hit the wall instead of hitting CJ directly. I squeezed the shampoo in my hand before putting the bottle down and starting in on her hair.

"Make sure you keep your eyes closed, Bug. It'll burn you if it gets in your eyes."

"K, Daddy."

She growled at me and constantly moved her head away from my fingers while I tried to detangle her hair. It was always a task, but after her hair was windblown from all of the rides tonight, I expected it to be as bad as it was.

"Alright, let's rinse." I grabbed the portable shower head from the bar and began rinsing the soap from her hair. I replaced it before shampooing once more and rinsing it then used conditioner. I let her hold the showerhead and as usual she held it over her chest to keep warm while I got the brush and brushed through her hair before rinsing the conditioner from her hair and turning the water off.

"Cold, cold, cold! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

She over-exaggerated with her arms wrapped around her body while I reached for her towel. I wrapped the towel around her shoulders before squeezing her hair until the water was rung out to the best of my ability. When I was done, I lifted her up and over my shoulder, causing her to squeal loudly as I carried her to her bed. I dropped her on the bed and she rolled around until she was free from the towel and began bouncing on the bed.

"Sit still silly." I said bringing the towel to dry her off a little more before helping her get dressed. If I didn't help her, she'd take her sweet time and prolong getting dressed. She was still prone to spend Saturday's around the house in just her underwear if I didn't stop her. She'd been that way since she was a toddler; refusing to wear clothes if she were at home.

When she was finally dressed and tucked into bed, I climbed beside her and started our bedtime story. She had four books that we'd rotate through for bedtime story, and tonight was Charlotte's Web.

"Daddy?"

Her quiet voice made me pause as I neared the last two pages of the book. She was fading fast, and I knew whatever she was going to say was only to avoid falling asleep.

"Yea, Bug?"

"I miss Olivia."

I had no words to respond with. Of course she had gotten as attached as I had. There had never been a person to come into our lives like Olivia had. Into our home and our routine.

"I know Bug."

I just leaned down and kissed her forehead before finishing the last two pages. By the time I kissed her and rearranged the blanket and pillows, she was completely asleep and I realized I hadn't had her brush her teeth. I didn't usually forget but I wasn't about to wake her up.

After taking my own shower, I went downstairs and finished my milkshake before locking up the house and retiring to my bedroom. I left my door open like I usually did knowing CJ would more than likely be joining me in a few hours. It had been a draining day for me and I was glad that it was over. Just as I felt my eyes closing, my cell phone started vibrating and beeping next to me on the nightstand.

I reached for it, opening one eye to see an unknown number and all I could do was hope that it was her.

"Hello"

I waited for her, for anyone to respond, but nothing was said. I sat still for a moments, and listened to the soft, almost silent breaths on the other end of the line and knew it was her. It was Olivia.

"Olivia? …. Livvie, just let me know it's you."

She didn't say anything right away, but eventually she spoke. Softly.

"I had a nightmare."

"Are you okay? Did you find your friend?"

"I'm fine. He's here. I just…."

"Talk to me, Livvie." I wasn't sure where that nickname came from, but it just rolled off my tongue.

"I just needed to hear your voice."

He sat quietly and for about two minutes she said nothing else. Knowing that she wouldn't talk, Fitz decided to let her hear his voice like she said she needed.

"CJ was pretty upset with me today because I was a few minutes late picking her up. I mean there were still cars coming in behind me but she wasn't one of the first few picked up so she gave me a hard time about it. We went to the carnival that's a few exits up and she loved it. She ate a fried Oreo tonight and loved it. I think she would've eaten ten if I would've let her."

I heard a faint laugh come from her and smiled knowing that I made it happen.

"She misses you. She told me tonight while I was reading her a story. Are you still in town Olivia? I can help you, I can.."

"Fitz, just stop, please. I can't have you ruin your life for me."

"Olivia stop. Just take a deep breath and stop."

I breathed deeply and could hear what sounded like sniffling from her and my heart broke. This was hard for me but I knew it was hard for her as well. This was her life and she seemed to have no control over it right now.

"I need to go."

"NO!" I sat up in bed, hoping she would listen to me. "Olivia, just wait, don't hang up." I took a deep breath, wondering what I could say to make her clear her mind and just forget everything that was going wrong for her.

"One minute. Livvie just give me one minute. You're not a fugitive running and I'm not a lawyer trying to figure out how to help you. We are just Olivia and Fitz. Just one minute."

I heard the deep breaths that she was taking and was happy that she seemed to be listening to me. I could listen to the sound of her breathing for the rest of my life and knew that I wanted to. It was at least five entire minutes later that she spoke.

"Thank you Fitz."

And just like that, I knew our time was up.

"Call tomorrow?"

She didn't respond, but I took that as a yes.

"Goodnight, Livvie."