The birds have begun their morning song, and although the sun is out, there's a light breeze blowing her dark curls. Olivia strolled through the Radcliffe square with a bounce in her step. She was mindlessly humming a tune. To say Olivia Pope was happy would be an understatement she's absolutely ecstatic.
This morning before she left Fitz's place, they'd awaken up tangled in each other, and neither of them wanted to move. But they'd found comfort in knowing they would get together at lunch then dinner.
As Olivia reached the end of the square, she immediately noticed the clamoring crowd outside of Dean Coleman's office. Her heart sunk to her feet when she saw Fitz and the dean being led off-campus. News vans began pulling up, with reporters hopping out. Fitz wasn't in handcuffs, but the fear crept inside, and refused to let her breathe. Assessing the situation, Olivia walked out of view and quickly dialed a number on her cell phone.
"Diego, you have to help Fitz. He has nothing to do with this. This is Jerry's mess," she said in a half-whisper. Mindful of listening ears.
"I'm CIA, and I can't interfere in a federal investigation." He spoke casually, letting her know this phone call didn't surprise him. "Now take a breath and tell me what happened"
Just because he knew it was coming didn't mean he could give her advice.
Olivia explained what she witnessed, but Diego proved to be no help. He just suggested Fitzgerald get himself a good lawyer. Olivia's been studying for two years now; she already knows this. If she could get her mind to work, she could help him.
Olivia hung up. She wasn't sure who to direct her anger at. Big jerry, Diego, or herself? Taking accountability and responsibility for her decisions. Truthfully it is her fault. Easily she could lie and say she was in search of justice, but that would another lie. Her motives were strictly diabolical and for revenge. She had no idea it could blow up in her face. For now, she had to think smart and fast. Whoever Fitz's lawyer is can't represent him- he's tainted by big jerry. At this moment, Olivia made a measured decision and ran as fast as her thin-toned legs would carry her to Cyrus Beene's office.
His gaze was fixated on the television, watching side by side footage of Fitz and his father being taken into custody.
"Cyrus, I need your help- you need to go downtown and help Fitz." She spoke through jagged breaths. "You need to get down before Fitz calls his lawyer and pledge to him" it was more of an order instead of asking a favor.
Still winded and panting, Cyrus pointed to the chair behind her prompting her to catch her breath.
"I can't do that..." then started listing his reasons. All she heard was poor excuses. Each reason he spoke went back to preserving his own ass. However, Olivia is only interested in protecting the man she loves, and everything else can burn.
"Cyrus, I don't have anyone else" reasonably, she couldn't go to her father thats how she got in this mess. "Please"
"I'm telling you I can't do that, Olivia. I already warned him. I can't help help without jeopardizing myself," he said coldly.
"I don't care about any of that. You'll help me willingly, or I'll tell your wife about James." Puzzlement and nervousness covered his face, and she knew she had him now. "I didn't think anything of you two until he pulled me into his office anxiously wondering what I heard in your office that day."
"You would destroy my marriage and career based on a person's demeanor and lie?" Cyrus's voice was full of hurt and disgust.
"You wouldn't be sweating bullets if it was a lie. Only if you let an innocent man go down for something he wasn't a part of." Olivia said now returning coldly.
His brows lifted, and his chuckle was deep and chilling. "You're skating on dangerous ice-"
"It's "thin ice," and I'm very secure. I just need you to go secure Fitz."
"I'll go but don't ever threaten me with James or Janet, ever again...now get out of my office and wait for me to call you" Cyrus pulled his jacket off the coat rack and barreled out of the door shutting it hard behind them.
Earlier this morning.
Fitz stood obliviously in Dean Coleman's office, ignorant to the storm that was heading their way. His night and morning were amazing up until the dean summoned him.
"Mr. Grant, I imagine you already have an idea of what this meeting is about."
With hands stuffed in his pockets, Fitz shrugged. "Nope, but you're about to tell me."
"You won't be graduating from this university." He says expressionlessly.
He gave a short mirthless laugh and sat down before the dean. "And why is that?"
"Your father," Coleman said simply.
"You can't kick me out because of an investigation that's happening in California. It's absurd, and if you do, I'll sue this institution." Fitz's smile was gone, and he was damn serious.
"You don't understand what I'm saying to you- your father bribed your way into Harvard, and to stop that from coming out, you need to transfer. This meeting will go on record, and you'll comply because I'm not going down for this."
"Hhmp, you took dirty money, and now your shying away from the storm. But here's the thing, I'm no fool. You want me to transfer on my own because you can't kick me out...lawsuits are a bitch." He smirked haughtily.
"I'm warning you..."
"Everyone has been saying that lately. If you get questioned, tell them the truth. It was a donation- not a bribe. You'll be fine as long as you actually had the cafeteria remolded and that medical library built." Dean's face had visible shock written all over it.
"Yeah. I'm smarter than I look. If I stay, you don't look guilty. Man, you don't hide the body, then call the cops. We hide in plain sight. I wasn't in on anything my father had going on, but he put me here, so now I'm unwillingly in it. Don't-"
Just as he was about to finish his sentence, agents waltz in with a warrant in hand, luckily there was only one: for Dean Coleman. Handcuffs secured on his wrist, he looked reasonably scared, but if he followed Fitz's suggestion, it wouldn't matter.
"And who are you?" One agent asked.
"That's the son of Fitzgerald Grant senior," the dean called over his shoulder.
"If that's true, I'd like a word with you downtown."
"Can I ask what this is about?" Feigning ignorance.
"This is a federal investigation. It's best if you just comply. No cuffs, just a conversation."
Maybe he should have stayed in professor Beene's law course.
"Sure, officer," he smirked because he'd said that on purpose.
"Agent," he corrected.
As a kid, this isn't what he imagined his first time being on television would be like. Across the grass, he spotted Olivia talking on her phone. Naturally, he wanted to go over there, but he kept walking, knowing she'd help if she can.
201 maple St, Chelsea, MA. FBI Building.
The agent didn't actually mean downtown; it was twenty minutes outside of Cambridge. The dean and Fitz rode in separate cars, but they were brought into the building simultaneously.
When Fitz agreed to a conversation, he didn't expect to be put in an interrogation room. It didn't take long for an agent to come in. A new one, this guy wasn't on the scene. He was big and sent to intimidate Fitz. When has Fitz every back down from a challenge.
"Hey, big guy." A serious situation still didn't stop him from cracking jokes.
"You attended north ridge in California. Why did you leave?"
"I didn't leave...I transferred. There's a difference."
"And why did you transfer?"
"To be closer to my girlfriend." He smirked, folding his arms.
"Young love, you'll do just about anything for it. Does she know what you're being accused of?"
"I thought this was about my father, not me."
"Oh, it is, but you see, your father bribed the dean. Oh, but you knew that already."
"No- he donated money to the school- see there's a difference," Fitz raised both brows. He had him stumped, and it was written all over his face.
"That's exactly what the dean told us, but we looked up your transcript. You transferred in the middle of the year. You missed your girlfriend that much?"
"What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic, and if you don't mind, I would like to wrap this. We have plans later."
"My agents picked you up from the dean's office. Were you two getting your stories together? Or what about this past weekend when your father visited. How was parents' weekend, by the way?"
"I don't know; I didn't go. And as far as my father, we aren't on speaking terms."
"Is that why your financials are all out of his name. I have to ask because you're twenty-two, and you've been living off him all this time. Why the sudden change of heart?"
"My mother left me a trust fund. Are you recording this? Because I don't like repeating myself, so if you'll play your little tape back. Very clearly, you'll hear me say. My father and I aren't on speaking terms." Fitz said slowly as a taunt to the agent.
"So you don't care that your father was taken into custody after trying to flee the country this morning? Or is that what he came to tell you. That he was planning and needed money because his accounts are frozen. But that doesn't affect you because you don't need him anymore. Right?"
"No, I don't because that has nothing to do with me. If you had so much information in that file, you'd know that I pay for my own schooling, apartment and I feed myself without my father's stolen money," Fitz fake gasped. "Shocking, yeah, I know. I don't have anything to hide-"
If he knew anything by now, it is today he wouldn't get to read anyone thoroughly. As he finished his sentence, Cyrus Beene barged into the room with another agent hot on his tail.
"This is my client, and if you haven't charged him yet, we're leaving. Did they read you your rights?"
Fitz's mouth twisted into a sardonic smile. "Nope"
The agent closed the file he was holding. Grant was right. Everything in that folder proved that he wasn't involved in his father's failure to escape. Still, there are missing pieces of the puzzle, and if he can't get them from the son, he'll have to use Jerry's affiliates.
"Get up. Any objections actually that's only in court, good day agent."
"Wait, one more question? Do you know Amber martins?"
"No," he said simply. Fitz grabbed his jacket and followed Cyrus out of the well-air-conditioned room.
"Olivia sent me, and I sure as hell hope you weren't incriminating yourself."
"No, just fucking with him. How is Olivia? Is she freaking out?"
"She threatened to tell Janet about James," Cyrus said causally. Giving Fitz an example of the lengths she was willing to go for him. In a way kind of scared him, but he brushed it away.
Fitz had been onto his affair for months now. He really was like a father to him, so they knew things about each other. And this was something Cyrus trusted Fitz with because he hasn't given him any reason not to.
"You must've said no at first."
"I did because you're an idiot, and I told you this would happen." The elevator door opened, and they stepped inside, swallowed by its stainless steel walls.
"I need to see her. Is she still on campus?"
"I don't know, but she's waiting on a call from me. I'm gonna make her wait. That'll teach her to threaten me." He said playfully bitter. As they descended from the car, Fitz pulled out his cell. He wasn't interested in adding to her stress.
"Hello, Livvie. Yeah, I'm fine-it was nothing. But I want you to go home and pick out an outfit, something classy but sexy. Cause I'm taking you out tonight." He smiled goofily. Olivia was on the other end, telling him he was out of his mind. "I'm hanging up now, be ready by 7:30. See you later."
Cyrus rolled his eyes, "you just had to ruin my fun, huh. So what the hell did they want to know?"
Three days earlier
This time when Fitz's phone rang, he picked it up, knowing who was on the other end.
"What do you want?" His jaw clenched, and he sat up.
"I want to talk, that's all," Big Jerry responded. "Open the door, son."
Fitzgerald looked at the door. He got up, slowly opening it.
"Hello, Fitzgerald" His father smiled smugly.
"What are you doing here? I didn't think you could leave California with the investigation going on."
"The judge allowed me to participate in parents weekend, so I'm here son," jerry reveals,
"Why, though? You have to know I don't want you here."
"I know- but I have to tell you something that I can't say over the phone." Jerry moves closer,
"I know you did it. Of course, you did it. I'll add terrible person right next to terrible father-"
Big jerry stuck his chubby finger in Fitz's face "you listen to me, boy. Don't act like your better than me. You were complicit in the money, my campaigns, all of it. I did what I had to do for power. I ruled California, and you were meant to rule Washington. That whore your parading around with buried you. It's over, and you won't even try to help me. I'm disappointed, disgusted. I thought I was raising a man, but it was your mother who ruined you made you soft." Jerry spat.
"Shut the fuck up, don't talk about my mother. I don't know how she ever got involved with you. But she's free of you."
"I'll talk about anyone I damn well please, and that includes your mother. I'm not here to play the good parent I'm here because you owe me- for not having Olivia Pope shot and killed for tanking my legacy."
"You son-of-a- Bitch, you did that all on your own, your a failure all by yourself."
"I'm giving you an order. You will return to Santa Barbara, and when you get there, you need to speak with amber. The FBI, IRS aren't letting this go. Hell, I don't have enough money to blackmail all of them. But she has something, and it's important to me. More than you'll ever be. Boy"
His father was a heartless bastard, who in the same breath could ask a favor then set you on fire and not even so much as spit on you.
"I'm not doing it because I'm done with you. I don't need or want your love or respect. As far as Olivia, you can't get to her not now, so your threats hold no power. Soon enough, you'll be in prison, and I'd like to see you talk that shit to gang members. I've accepted that I'm an orphan now."
"Before I'm in prison, Olivia will be begging for mercy when some man is holding her down-" Jerry didn't get to finish that sentence before Fitz's closed fist connected with his jaw knocking him backward. But before Fitz could land another blow, Olivia barged in.
"Fitz!" Olivia rushed over, grabbing his cocked back arm, preventing him from hitting his father again. As much as Olivia would have liked to have seen that, she knew Fitz would come to regret it.
"You better do as I told you" Jerry made his way out the door holding his sore jaw. And soon as he was gone, Olivia sat her sweater on the coffee table. Fitz hung his head in Shame; he knew that Olivia had heard everything. It made him feel small. He dropped to the couch, shaking with a burning rage.
Cyrus and Fitz were on their way back to campus. There's no way he's going to class, but he drove there and needed to pick his vehicle up.
"What are you thinking about over there?"
"Nothing, my father put me in the eye of the storm to save himself. It may not have been a functional relationship, but I'm still his child." His shoulders shrugged.
"He wasn't your father- fathers are supposed to protect the child no matter how difficult they are. Move on. Have children of your own and protect and love them the way you should have been." He said that so casually.
Fitz turned to stare at the man who'd become his proudest father figure. Nothing to say. He just leered for a moment. Then he turned to gaze out the window.
Campus cafeteria
Olivia had planted herself at a booth in the cafeteria, which she rarely eats in, and even now, she's not eating anything. She's gripping a cold cup of tea impatiently, staring at her phone, awaiting Cyrus Beene's call. Under normal circumstances, she would seek out the comfort of her bed, but she wouldn't be able to sleep until she knew Fitz would be coming back to her.
Olivia grabbed the device frantically when the notification bell sounded, only to realize it was Abigail texting her for the hundredth time since yesterday. She had sent multiple paragraphs apologizing. Olivia is sick of fighting with everyone and desperately needs someone in her corner right now. So Olivia replied, giving Abigail her location.
She looked up from the phone just in time to see melody walking up. "Looks like I dodged a bullet," she sneered. She didn't mean that, and if she could take Fitz from Ms. Pope, she'd do it in a heartbeat.
"You didn't dodge a bullet Fitz did, and you ran away with your tail tucked between your legs like the wounded dog you are."
"Just walk away, Mellie," Olivia's red-headed best friend approached and said.
"She was just leaving, and tell your mother I said hello." Olivia hissed spitefully. Last night and the night before, Fitz had told her everything that had gone down between those two.
Melody scoffed and mumbled something under her breath. Which both women heard but dismissed.
Abby slid into the seat across from Liv. "Abby-"
"Liv, I am so sorry about yesterday. I was in a bad mood. My parents really do bring out the worst in me. You didn't deserve that, and I apologize. I support your happiness, and even though it'll take some time for me to forgive him, I'm with you 100 percent whatever you choose." Abby took in some air, "I- I just really sorry, and I hate not talking to you...it drives me nuts. So please just talk to me."
"Thank you, and I appreciate you being here to check on me." Olivia smiled warmly, giving her bestie's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"I saw the news. Have you heard from him yet or anything?"
"No, but I begged professor Beene to go down there and make sure he's alright."
"Liv, did he tell you anything about his father or if he knew any-"
Olivia held up her finger, silencing the redhead.
"Hello, Oh my- Fitz, are you okay? So what did they want with you? It is important- what no a date, Fitz you need...okay I'll be ready. Okay, see you then" he disconnected the call. Olivia gave Abby a worried look.
"He wants to take you on a date" she didn't hear everything, but that was absurd. In the middle of all this, Fitz wants a date night. "Maybe that's a good thing; it means everything went fine-right?"
"Or he's going to jail with his father, and he wants me to have one last memory of him. I'll go, but I'm even more worried than I was before."
"Well, let's go; you should sleep. This has been the most hectic morning, and I like it better when I don't have to worry about you." Abby reached for Olivia, leading her out of the cafe.
The girls ran into Michael on the way to the parking, and he was obviously in a bad mood.
"So you left me so you could play Bonnie and Clyde with that asshole? What I didn't have enough stolen money for you," he said harshly.
Olivia never shied away from slapping someone out of line, but she chose to keep walking this time. Just her and Fitz being together was a hard enough slap in the face for Michael.
"Move, jerk," Abby barked.
XXX
The sun has begun setting around five-thirty, and by six o'clock, Olivia was showering and fixing her hair and make-up. Abby had long left. Olivia assured her she was fine and just needed some rest to take her mind off of everything. Still, her actions plagued her. One thing she knew for sure is she wouldn't be making any more phone calls to Diego.
His eyes were dazzled by her appearance. A tie waist back zip royal blue velvet dress that hugged her ass and complimented her petite build. Her hair was down, laying on her shoulders in its curly state. He donned a pair of dark khakis and a light shirt with two buttons undone, exposing his chest hair.
"You look fantastic, absolutely incredible. I don't know what else to say" he stammered
If she could blush, she would be as red as an apple, "thank you, you look great too."
"Ready to go? I know you don't like surprises, so we're having dinner on the water."
Olivia smiled as they walked to the car, he opened the door, and she's ducked and buckled herself in.
"Fitz, are we going to talk about today?"
"We're on a date, so no, we're not." He said, and that was the end of it.
The restaurant was dimly lit, settling a homely romantic vibe. Then they were led out onto the deck to enjoy their evening alone. A waiter came and took their drink orders. Then he came back to take their dinner order. Olivia started with a tenderloin steak salad and the lobster tail. Fitz had the fried calamari and roasted prime rib.
The couple didn't get through dessert before Olivia started hearing faint camera shudders. When she alerted Fitz, he surveyed, looking for an easy, quiet exit.
"Liv, turn your head this way."
Olivia turned, leaning closer to him. "Fitz, how the hell does the press know where we are? What aren't you telling me?"
"There's nothing to tell; I'm not surprised, Olivia. I was on the news this morning and nine times out of ten. Anchors are talking about right now."
"I'm calling a Lyft, and we can pick your car up in the morning. I don't want them to follow us." She pulled up the ride-share app and requested. Because they're near the pier, it'll take twenty minutes to get there. "You can sleep at my place, k."
"You think reporters are staking my place out?"
"I don't know, but my place is the best bet. I'm gonna call my father tomorrow."
"What is he gonna do?"
"I don't know, but I don't wanna walk out my build and be hounded by the press. Plus, he'll already know we're together, so I have some explaining to do" she sighed.
"Do you want your cake?"
"Are you serious?" Squinting scoldingly at her boyfriend.
"I'm asking because I have a plan. Tell the driver to come around the back." He grins boyishly "hey, come on. Our night isn't ruined. It's getting more exciting. So dessert or no dessert."
She knew she could trust him, so she smiled and nodded. "Dessert, coconut cake, please."
When their waiter returned, Fitz ordered the cake and asked to meet the chef who served them tonight. It was an ordinary request, so he obliged and led them to the back.
"Chef Marcella, sir."
"Thank you, and thank you for this lovely meal, my fiancé, and I we're very impressed." He put on that charming smile and had her swooning. Olivia frowned, then wore a fake smile also.
"It's my pleasure, and congratulations to you too."
"You've been back here all night, but I'm new to town, kinda famous, I dare say. There's a person taking pictures, and I'd rather he not know where I'm staying. Is there any way I could sneak through the trash door?" She hesitated at first. "Please!"
Olivia stayed silent, watching her man work. She'd wonder if he ever pulled one over on her like that.
"Alright, but only cause you asked nicely. Come on."
"Thank you," Olivia spoke up.
"Wow, that's over. Is this him?"
Olivia checked her phone. "Yeah"
"Fitz?"
"Yeah..."
"Have you ever done that to me, smooth-talked or fibbed to get something?"
"No, never," he kissed her cheek chastely and smirked.
The driver was professional. He barely said a word besides "hello" and asked about their evening. They both responded "lovely" and ended it there.
The drive from Quincy to Cambridge was unhurried and pleasant. Whenever Olivia and Fitz were driving either, she was driving, or he was. So tonight, they took advantage of their hands-free ride.
Olivia slid her hand over his knee and up to his thigh, squeezing it. He looks at her sideways, noticing her inching closer. "Behave," he crooned.
"I just want a little kiss- you said our night is gonna get more exciting." She wiggled her brows and bit her lip
Fitz craned his neck and kissed her lips quickly, then shifted adjusting his pants that were tightening. Olivia didn't just stop at one kiss; she nuzzled his neck and left a line of saliva up it. Sucking on his Adam's apple. A flush crawled up his neck, across his face, and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
"Mhm, the driver," he whispered, gripping her curls.
"It's just a kiss," Olivia giggled breathlessly against his throat.
Olivia stepped out of the car with a self-satisfied smile across her face. Fitz stepped out, looking sunburnt. His ears, cheeks, and lips were as red a cherry. They'd been lucky they weren't followed. For the night, they were in the clear.
Inside she didn't get a chance to turn on a light or lock the door. Fitz had her pinned to the wall face first. His warm lips kissed down her neck and across her shoulders. He slid her dress free, his hands moving over her body possessively.
"Mmm, Fitz," she moaned out.
"What do you want?" Rubbing his erect dick up and down her slit.
"Take me like this," hands gripping the wall tightly as he entered slow and sweet. "Ooh yeah, just like that."
The wall wasn't causing enough friction, so he moved them from the wall and over to the sofa and bent Olivia over the armrest. He put his throbbing cock into its home and pounded tirelessly into her. After what she did in the car, it didn't take him long to achieve his orgasm, and Olivia was right behind him. The apartment filled with grunts and profanities as she came.
"Fuck, shitshitshitshit, oohhhh" Olivia pushed off the sofa, her back connecting with his chest. The powerful and intense orgasm left her panting and smiling.
"Turn around," his chest heaved, and droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead. He removed his shirt and stepped out of his pants fully. "Lay on the couch."
"Wait, I don't wanna ruin this," she admits.
"I won't ruin it, won't miss a drop." Fitz kneeled in front of her heat. Blowing cool air to her sensitive area. Perched on her elbows, she watched as he ravished her, and when she couldn't take it anymore, she fell flat against the cushion. It became less of a request and more of a demand, with his tongue flickering to taste her sweet cunt.
"Ooo ahhhh," she shuddered, and her legs began to shake, that burgeoning sensation raising in her belly. "God, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou," she sang like a bird.
"Good because I love you too" Fitz crawled up her body, wiped his chin, and licked his fingers before kissing her greedily. Olivia loved the taste of herself on his tongue. It was intoxicating and extremely hot and dirty.
She guided his thick member to her pussy, teasing her entrance before she pushed him inside of her. God, she loved her the way he stretched her and how when he'd pound her, he was animal-like. Fitz had never hurt her in a bad way, but the feeling of his dick assaulting her walls made her mewl and cum all over herself and him. They did indeed ruin the sofa.
"That's three."
"Are you counting?"
"Yes," he panted, smiling.
"Well, in that case, allow me." It was her turn to drop to her knees, this isn't something they've done a whole lot of times, but she had some practice while they were in D.C.
"Livvie, you don't have to, get up" he reached for her.
"No, I want to" after the orgasm he'd just had, he wasn't sure if he could go another round no even with his young age of twenty-two. Olivia licked her palm and stroked his dick while looking at him. The flaccid limb hardened in her hand. She delivered a few soft kisses to the head causing Fitz to shudder and moan.
Finally, she took him in her mouth, sucking slowly at first, then her head started bobbing up and down fast. She released his member with a loud pop of her lips, then resumed alternating between sucking and stroking. His lap was a mess of saliva, his bodily fluids, and hers. His head fell back, and his eye closed, enjoying her lips around his dick.
"Livvie, that feeels so well. Fuck, you look sexy as fuck with my dick in your mouth."
"Say it again," she encouraged.
"Your wet little mouth looks so sexy wrapped around my dick." He praised while looking into her eyes. "Fuck keep sucking like that." When he came, she happily swallowed his seed. "C'mere," he pulled her into his lap and kissed her. She was a little shocked, then she leaned in further and stuck her tongue in his mouth.
"Mhm, I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too."
Moments later, she climbed out of his lap and strolled away to the bathroom.
One month later
The couple had an even more uneasy feeling about their date last month. When they'd woken up the next day, Olivia expected to be on the news or in some journalists post. However, there was nothing, and they didn't imagine the camera shudders and flashes. Someone was taking photos, but it wasn't a reporter. Fitz figured the FBI was tailing him to see if he'd been working with his father. Jerry's been in custody for weeks now, and still nothing. With Jerry awaiting trial in jail, Fitz thought he'd sleep better at night. At the time, he didn't think anything of what Jerry threatened to have done to Olivia. But now that someone is following them, he's been more alert, and he never lets Olivia go home alone. If he's not with her, he makes sure Abby or David is.
Since there was no news story, Olivia never called her father the next day. She has been checking in but leaving Fitz out of their conversation topics at least until she can ease him in.
Today, Abby and Olivia are sitting in the campus cafe sharing a blueberry muffin and drinking tea.
"Why are Fitz and David walking up together?" Abby arched her brow and shot Liv a look.
"Maybe because they're both meeting us. They probably caught each other walking up."
"Hey sweetheart, how was class?"
"It was good" Olivia shared a quick kiss with Fitz, and Abby and David did the same.
"Hey Liv," David greeted as he sat down.
Olivia smiled and nodded.
"Hey Abby," Fitz tried.
"Fitzgerald," Abby answered.
"Hope you had a good day too." He said nicely.
"Same to you."
The three all looked at Abby; it's the first time she didn't reply with something snarky. She always had good one-liners. It wasn't the most friendly response, but she wasn't a complete asshole about it.
"So let's go. I'll see you later, Abby and David, don't forget I need your notes so give them to Abby and she'll bring them. Thanks, bye, you two."
"Bye," Abby waved.
"She seems to like me better." Fitz chuckles; that isn't possible Abby doesn't warm up to people she hates, but it fun to think that.
"Yea, I can kind of see it, but don't be surprised if she is snatching your throat out tomorrow."
"Oh, did you see the email from Mr. Greene?"
"What, no. What does it say?" Olivia asked nervously; she been waiting for the mock trial results for two months. She pulled out her phone and sifted through her unread emails. Noting she had to clean the folder soon. "Harvard law alphas won the...holy shit we won" she jumped up and down excitedly and hugged Fitz.
"We won"
"Fuck yeah, we did. We're going to Houston championships." She said unbelievably, with the judge, they thought the team would be dead in the water.
"Mr. Greene set a meeting for tomorrow, so I guess we'll find out all the details of the trip," Fitz said, smiling at his giddy girlfriend. "You think they'll let us get a hotel room together?"
She tilted her head rolling her eyes around, genuinely thinking about the question. "Um, I don't see why we couldn't."
"Ok, well, I have another lecture in 15, so let's get going" Fitz interlocked their fingers.
He walked her to building B and made sure she took her seat before he retreated to the student parking lot. Chelsea MA was his destination, and when he got to the building, he sought out Agent Brody. The guy even had a douchebag name. His appointment was confirmed, and this time he was brought to a small impersonal office. Either the guy wasn't sentimental, or he didn't find it necessary. Checking his watch for the third time because he had to be back on campus in time to meet Olivia, but Agent Brody was taking his sweet time.
"Mr. Grant, I would say this is a surprise, but it's not nor is it a pleasure. What do you have for me?" Brody didn't bother shaking Fitz's outstretched hand.
He retracted his hand and sat down, "you asked if I knew amber, which you knew I was lying about. I worked in my father's office, and Amber was his secretary."
"This is the FBI. Of course, I knew you were lying, and that brings me back to my previous question..."
"Are you having my girlfriend surveilled?"
Agent Brody shrugged his shoulders "give me something, and I'll give you something."
Jaw clenched, and red-faced Fitz took a breath to calm down. This guy was really testing his patients. "Fine. My father asked me to find amber."
"Was that hard? No, the FBI isn't watching your girlfriend."
"Then I need your help..."
He immediately started shaking his head. "No, you can't lie to me then ask for my help. You need to bring something to the table. Why did your father want you to find her? I know why we want her, but why did he?"
"I didn't ask, and he didn't get a chance to say. He threatened my girlfriend, and I socked him. But we've noticed camera shudders and flashes since then and I haven't let her out of my sight. right now I'm worried I won't make it back before she's out of class." Fitz pleads. However, brody didn't seem moved by his plea.
"We don't investigate potential stalkers. This is the FBI. There has to be more. Go to the local police."
Fitz shook his head, staring at the man incredulously. "I can't believe this- the man you have in custody is trying to have my girlfriend killed, and you aren't gonna help me. Let me guess I have to give you something to get something...bullshit. I'm just trying to protect her" he stood, cramming his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he frowned down at brody, who looked at him unfazed.
"What do you want?"
The agent leaned forward and placed his hands, fists down, on the desk. "This is how you protect her-go to California and find out where your father put the rest of the money. I'll be sure to tell the DOJ that you cooperated, and instead of an orange jumpsuit, you'll be walking the stage in a black cap and gown."
"Jerry won't talk to me, and I'm not particularly interested in talking to him." He sighed but knew he didn't have a choice.
"I'll see you in a month. I hope you'll have more for me,then" Brody said smugly, smirking, watching Fitz leave.
Let's see what Fitz is gonna find. I hope you all enjoyed it and until next time. Stay safe and healthy. Leave a review.