Hello Fan fiction readers, sorry for the delayed posting of this update. But, here it is as promised. Let's check back in to this wild ride of a story, and see what happens next.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and Shondaland Productions.
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Fitz is in the living room with his buddies, finishing up the last few minutes of the game. With Lebron sitting out this game, it was merely a chance to see how the first unit plays without him. And, to his liking, they look good. He enjoys the ending of the game, and he and his counterparts agree, this is going to be an interesting post season.
As everyone prepares to leave, they all agree it was a good game and a solid win. Fitz starts picking up some of the garbage left behind from everyone eating, and Rob, one of their guests helps out. He helpfully picks up a few plates and glasses, and follows him into the kitchen.
When he turns around, seeing him behind him. Fitz smiles as he says, "Thanks man." He nods as he replies, "No problem. I wanted a second with you to ask a question if you don't mind."
Fitz notices whatever he has on his mind, he wants to keep it private. He sees him look to see if everybody was still in the living room. Fitz reassures him as he says, "They can't hear you unless you yell. Its how the acoustics are set up in the design." Rob gives him an inquisitive look, and he responds, "You have to ask Harry how that works. He's the architect." Rob nods as he replies, "Man, is there anything this building doesn't have?" He smiles at him as he responds, "What can I say, the art of modern convenience. Whatever you need or want, it's probably got it."
Rob has to agree with him, there's nothing better than having a pharmacy, a restaurant, a dry cleaners, florist and drug store in the lobby of your building. Not to mention a 24hour gym with a smoothie bar.
Understanding his comment about the building threw the conversation off track. Fitz is even more curious now, what he has to discuss with him. So he asks, "You obviously didn't come in here to talk about the building amenities. So, what's up man?" Rob then sighs as he replies, "What's going on with you and Ne-Ne?" He pauses at first, but then remembers that's a nick name Nyemah uses.
He then replies, "Nothing, why do you ask?" He responds, "Well, I saw she was rather annoyed when you didn't show up today. So I figured I'd ask. Because you didn't mention anything about you two hooking up." Fitz nods as he says, "Well, that's because we've never hooked up. We're just friends."
His tone sounds definitive and strong, peaking Rob's interest as he says, "You said that with such decisiveness. Almost like it wasn't possible for there to be anything between you two. Did something happen?"
He didn't realize how demonstrative he must have sounded in his response, but says, "No. Nothing happened. And I don't mean any harm. She's cool people, her art work is amazing, and she has a great singing voice. But, there's no romantic attraction from my side."
He catches his word phrasing and asks, "So you think she's interested in you?" Fitz sighs as he replies, "I think so. That may be why she was bothered by me not showing up today. She even came by here to see if I was okay."
Rob's eyebrows raise as he says, "Damn, coming over unannounced. I see your point." Fitz wonders about his line of questioning, and asks, "Do you have a thing for her?" Rob gives him a look that tells on him, immediately. "Uhm, she's cool like you said. I just find her interesting that's all, and I didn't want to step on any toes. In case you already had a pole in the water."
Fitz grins attempting to assure him he's free for takeoff, as he says, "Nah man. You're all clear. I'm not even on the same pier you're fishing." They both chuckle at the fishing metaphors used. And, their chat is interrupted by the rest of the crew walking by, saying goodnight.
Both he and Rob wave at the others, as Rob says, "Well, I'm going to head out man. Do me a favor and don't say anything to anybody about this conversation. I'm not sure if I'm going to make a move."
Fitz happily nods as he replies, "No worries man. What conversation?" He nods at Fitz and they say goodnight, as Drew and Harry bring in more plates.
They all say good night to him, and once he's gone. Harry locks the door, while Drew and Fitz load the dishwasher. While they're in process of cleaning up. Harry's phone rings. He grabs it, and reads the text that comes in, with a grin.
Both Fitz and Drew then hear him say, "Ahh yeah. Baby girl got her stitches out. And wants me to come through." Drew shakes his head as he replies, "Is that Janet or Keisha?" Harry puts on his shoes as he responds, "Janet. She's the cyclist who was hit by a car."
Fitz groans as he says, "Ouch, damn. That sucks. Shouldn't she be in physical therapy or something?" Harry grins as he responds, "I promise to stretch her out real good." They all crack up at his crass remark as he grabs his keys as he says, "Seriously though. She's been going to therapy already for the last few weeks, so she's all good. But, she's ailing for the love doctor to do a house call. So, you boys don't wait up. It's my turn to do the walk of shame gentlemen." They all laugh at his self-proclaimed moniker as they say, "Night. And he replies, "Night guys."
When he leaves Drew says, "Where in the hell does he get the focus and energy to be the dick deliverer, be knee deep in his architectural studies, hold down a full time job, and diligently work on his comedy craft?
Fitz turns on the dishwasher, and folds the dish cloth as he replies, "I have no idea. He's always been a great multitasker though." Drew nods as he responds, "True. Oh well. I've got some studying to do for work tomorrow. So I'm going to head up to bed. You good?"
Fitz nods as he says, "Yeah. I'm good. I'm about to head to bed myself. I have a longer day than normal tomorrow. It's trial prep day." Drew understands the craziness he's facing, with him previously being pre-law, before switching to psychology. So he says, "Well, look at it this way. The busier it is. The faster the day will go."
He nods as he replies, "From your mouth to God's ears man." They both smile and laugh, as Drew checks the doors to make sure they're locked, before heading upstairs to his room, and Fitz sets the alarm as he turns in too.
As Fitz preps for bed, he checks the clock and realizes it's not as late as he thought it was. Remembering Olivia said she'd be up for at least an hour. He strips, and climbs into bed. Once positioned, he picks up the phone and makes the call.