A/N - So I read a really thoughtful review where someone mentioned that Olivia didn't throw up after lying to Arianna. I'm glad that was noticed because I really debated if I should have written that she should but I ultimately decided not to. A few chapters back Olivia explained to Fitz that she doesn't have a reaction to every lie she tells, only what she considered 'big lies' and the only lie she really told was when she said, "I can't hear you." While it was a very consequential lie, I decided it was not a big lie.
Fitz sat on the couch, consumed with his thoughts as he heard his cell ring in his palm. He looked down and saw that Olivia was calling him. It was early morning and he couldn't sleep. Catherine and Gerry finding out how he made his money wasn't something he thought would never happen but now they also knew about Olivia. How could they celebrate their grandchild and make plans now that Maya had made him out to them as the kidnapping drug lord who impregnated her against her will? Now, not only was his relationship with Catherine and Gerry severed but now he wasn't sure if his daughter would have her amazing grandparents in her life.
He let it ring until it stopped. The second it stopped ringing another call came in. It was Wade and this time he answered.
"Arianna's in the hospital. She got shot in the chest on her terrace. She's in surgery." Fitz stood "Andrey was guarding her. He's been shot too." Immediately when he heard the words and walked across the room to pull on his pants. "When?" Fitz asked.
There was a pause and Fitz knew the answer wasn't good.
"WHEN?" he barked.
"Stephan hadn't checked in since around 10pm. The program alerted me after he missed 5 check-ins."
The program was a system Wade created to keep track of guards. They checked in half an hour intervals and if they missed too many intervals, there was an alert.
"Almost 3 fucking hours?" Fitz barked. Once his pants were up he walked out of their bedroom and headed down the stairs. "How bad is it?"
"The hospital lists her as critical. I'm in the system trying to get more information as soon as it's available. A lot is going on-"
"Who did this?"
"We- don't know. Nobody we were watching was nowhere close to her. There was nothing to indicate this was coming but-"
Fitz stopped just short of putting his shoes on and took a deep, long breath. He was right on the edge and felt seconds away from falling off.
"-Wade, someone put a bullet in my sister and I need to know who-" his mind flashed to Olivia. "Where is Olivia?" He asked in a panic.
"-Her phone was pinging at the hospital for hours like it usually does and then suddenly it was off and just now, it sent off a beacon from the Boston dock. I'm trying to check in with Stephen to get her location but he isn't picking up. He hadn't checked in either-"
"Clear a flight path for New York."
Fitz hung up and called Olivia immediately. "Come on baby, pick up," he said, praying desperately that it was Olivia who called him and not someone else. "Come on pick up, baby please."
Marco answered the phone. "Do you usually ignore your girlfriend's phone calls?"
He felt a chill down his spine. It was fear, more than he'd felt moments ago when he heard Arianna had been hurt.
"Where is she?"
"Where I left her," he said, teasing. "After she called your sister and told her to go outside so I could shoot her." He laughed, "forgive me if I'm gloating but it feels good to finally win and admit it, I did win. You shouldn't make enemies of friends, Fitzgerald, I suspect that gringo Jake shared more secrets than you knew. Whenever you are free, tell me where you buried him, I'd like to thank him."
Before Fitz could respond Marco hung up, chuckling on the other line. Fitz grabbed a coat from the coat closet then reached on the top shelf where he kept a pistol then made a beeline out the door. He called Wade and he picked up on the first ring. Vlad was standing at the door, he looked alarmed as if he'd just been alerted to the situation. All the guards had been staying at the hotel down the seaport from the apartment.
"Where's Marco?" Fitz asked as he walked briskly down the hall to the elevator.
"He's pinging outside Santiago de Cali but I know he's at the port. I picked up Olivia's phone."
"Can you hear him now?" Fitz asked.
"No- he kept the call short and the signal just disappeared again. He knows-"
"Of course he fucking knows," Fitz barked so loud his throat burned. "I told you that if he was talking with Jake then he would know how to hide which is why you should've been watching him and not just using his phone to track him." Fitz took a breath as he stepped into the elevator. Vlad pressed the garage floor, he was on the phone with other guards now "Just...the most important thing right now is finding Olivia. Arianna is in surgery so I can't do anything to help her now. Find Olivia and erase what's on her phone the second he turns it on again."
"I have Jesse looking through cameras where her phone just pinged and I'm running facial recognition on the hospital cameras to see if she even left and when Marco or one of his men we know of were able to go in."
"I'm going to the hospital," Fitz said, "I feel like she's still there. Send me the number of her redhead friend." He hung up and moments later his phone chimed with Abby's number. He called her immediately and waited for her to answer. A few rings in, she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Fitz realized he didn't remember her name, "this is Olivia's boyfriend. I haven't been able to reach her. Have you seen her?"
"Oh, she went to her on-call room to sleep….actually we had paged her a while ago but she missed it. It's fine though, I covered for her. She's probably just tired, she worked a double…which we're not really supposed to do."
"When did you page her?"
"One sec- Avila when did you page Liv?"
"Hours ago," she said, "she's not answering but she's probably sleeping," Avila said.
"Hours ago," Abby repeated, "I'll probably have to wake her soon because I'm about to go to sleep and we need-"
Fitz cut her off, "-could you wake her now. I need to speak to her. It's important." He stepped out of the elevator in the garage and headed straight for his car.
"Uh sure, I'll call you back when I wake her."
"If you don't mind, I'd prefer if you stayed on the phone," Fitz said, trying his hardest to be patient because he didn't think yelling at her would get him the results any faster.
"Okay," Abby said. "Avila, hold these charts. I'm gonna go wake Olivia."
"Sure."
Abby began walking towards the on-call room. There was a little distance walk, not so far you couldn't run to arrive quickly for a page. She walked quickly down the wing of the hospital then up one flight of stairs. When Olivia's on-call room was in view, she walked quickly. She knocked loudly, "Olivia, you have to get up." Fitz was already speeding down the streets in the light snowfall. "Olivia," Abby called again.
"Open her door," Fitz said
Abby twisted the knob and it opened. "She's not in here," Abby said as she walked over to her bed. "Why is her pager off?"
"What do you see?"
"Nothing, it just looks like she was sleeping and got up. There's a janitor's mop and bucket roller thing in here, maybe the janitors came to clean up."
"Do they usually clean when you are in the room?"
"No- never actually, maybe that's why she left or maybe she left before-"
"-What floor is her room on?"
"5th floor," Abby said.
"Can you let me know if you find her?"
"Yeah, of course."
Fitz hung up and called Wade, still speeding. "Look for a janitor on the cameras. She's on the 5th floor," he said, then ended the call again.
He called Abby again. She was his lifeline now and he was counting on her to get him up to Olivia's room. He asked her to meet him at the entrance and happily, she did. He stopped right on the curb. Vlad was right behind him but the same problem existed. It was a hospital and for the same reason he couldn't have guards follow Olivia around inside was the same reason he couldn't have a dozen men searching for her now. There were too many eyes and too many questions that would arise.
It was a blindspot.
One or two of them maybe but they weren't enough to make a difference. Vlad parked behind him and rushed out. "Sean, Alexander, and Haru are going to Arianna. Me and Alessandro will find a way inside."
Fitz heard the words and headed to Abby who was waving at the entrance to him, hiding under the shelter from the snow and wind. He walked quickly and without delay. "Can you take me to her room?" he said, heading towards the elevators. Abby followed him until she was able to overtake him to lead the way. "Um...I haven't been able to find her, I checked the locker room and resident office."
She pressed the elevator and it opened for them. Once they were on, she pressed the 5th floor. Fitz noticed that there were 20th total floors. The doors closed.
"Is there anywhere in the hospital that's secluded?" Fitz asked.
"Not really, it's a big hospital but it's super busy. The stairwell is usually quiet because no patients can go there but I don't see why she'd go there." Abby sighed, "this is weird, she turned off her pager which we can get in serious trouble for." She said then chuckled, "maybe she's in the bathroom vomiting her guts out because she had a dream about sardines or something."
"What?"
"Oh, she's so weird. Once, as a prank, Justin made a canned sardine salad because he heard she hated sardines and she gagged for like 3 whole minutes before she barfed everywhere. It was hilarious. She also hates anchovies, chickpeas, cat shit, and uncooked hotdogs. They all make her gag and if you talk about it enough, she won't be able to get it out of her head and she'll gag until she barfs."
Fitz didn't respond so Abby kept talking.
"She should be around here somewhere though."
The elevator door opened and Fitz stepped out. "Where is her room?"
Abby pointed, "down that way. Her name is on the door."
There was a set of double doors up ahead.
Fitz stepped away immediately and Abby once again found herself trying to catch up. When he reached the first door, Abby scanned her badge and it opened.
They continued until they reached Olivia's on-call room. He opened it quickly and walked inside. There was nothing out of the usual except for the janitor's cart by her bathroom. He saw her purse on the desk by her small single bed that looked slept in. There was no fight, if someone took her out, they must've threatened her.
Abby watched Fitz look around her room.
"Is everything okay?" Abby asked.
He didn't answer, he was too busy trying to imagine what played out in the room. Her pager was turned off on the bed and she would have slept with it beside her so she could hear when she was being paged. If she turned it off then he knew that whatever happened was just before or after her page which at least gave him a smaller window of time.
He walked to her purse and looked inside. The check he gave her for Christmas was there. Her prenatal, keys and wallet, lipgloss, a half-eaten muffin, and some folders with medical cases. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
His phone rang, cutting him off from thinking, he answered immediately.
"I use the last ping from her phone to find a smaller time window. They have cameras all over the hall so I was able to find him going into her room, dressed like a janitor. He was in there for just under a half-hour before the two of them came out and went into the stairwell. There are no cameras in the stairwell. We're checking the floors now to see where he took her but there are a lot of floors. I have the computer running through them as fast as I can."
"We don't have time," Fitz said.
"I know boss, I'm running it as fast as it'll let me. We'll know something in a few minutes- we're speeding through footage."
Fitz nodded and as he was about to hang up when Wade stopped him, "wait," there was a pause. "Tony just finished the last floors. They didn't come out on any of them which leaves the exit door on the first floor. There is no camera there. That's where they left then. He has her."
"No, no, he would've told me," Fitz said.
"He knows how to hide her now-"
"Is there a roof?" he said then he turned to Abby.
She nodded, "yeah but she wouldn't go up there, it's snowing and freezing and her jacket is over there."
Fitz took off, through the door and then the exit.
"Wait," Abby said, then her pager beeped. "What's going on?"
"There's nowhere to go on the roof," Wade said.
"That's the point you dickhead. He'd either throw her off or leave her there."
He ran up the stairs three at a time, fifteen flights up. He'd hung up with Wade and didn't stop climbing until he reached a large metal door on the floor just above the 20th. He pulled down the ice-cold lever and pushed the door but there was something behind it preventing him from opening it. He pushed slowly but could barely see until he open to door wide enough for light from the stairway to shine outside.
He looked down and saw that he was pushing Olivia. She was lying unconscious on the floor with frost in her hair and lashes. Her skin was paler than he had ever seen it and her lips were bluish, her cheek irritated and red. He dropped down and lifted her inside immediately.
"No, no, no," he mumbled as he tried to check if she was breathing. She felt like ice in his arms. He pulled off his jacket and pushed her frosted hands through the sleeves.
She looked dead. There was no color to her or movement. He reached up and closed the door to stop frigid air from flowing in and wrapped his arms around her trying to warm her. He leaned his face against hers and tried to feel for her breath.
He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and when he turned around it was Abby, out of breath and panting.
"Oh my god," she said as she ran over to Olivia and dropped to her knees.
"I don't think she's breathing," Fitz said, despondent.
Abby pressed two fingers under Olivia's neck then quickly pulled her stethoscope from her neck and pressed it against her chest as Fitz loosened his arm around her to give Abby space. "Her pulse is really weak and she's barely breathing. You have to lay her flat."
Fitz quickly laid her flat on the ground and Abby began chest compressions. She did a set and then checked her pulse. Fitz watched her feel Olivia's pulse for a few seconds then begin again. She did this a few times before she stopped.
"We have to take her down-" Abby said quickly. "She's too cold."
Fitz immediately lifted Olivia in his arms and headed down the stairs. Abby followed him on the stairs and stopped him on the 20th floor. "We can take the emergency elevator," she said quickly as she opened the door. Fitz followed her. Abby had to swipe for the elevator door to open but luckily there was no wait.
The moment the elevator opened on the first floor Abby ran out, "PAGE DR. CARTER" she yelled. There was a stretcher in the hallway and she ran over to it. Fitz followed and laid Olivia on the small white mattress on the stretcher. Two nurses and a resident ran over.
"Oh my god-" the resident said. She wa year resident, which Abby thought made her barely useful.
"Page Dr. Carter now!" Abby barked again to the nurse then she turned to the resident, "Help me wheel her to the trauma room. She checked her pulse again. "Now, we have to warm her. She's too cold and bradycardic."
Before Abby stepped off Fitz held her arm, stopping her. "She's pregnant."
Shock washed over her, just for a moment when her mouth fell open, and then she nodded and closed her mouth and wheeled Olivia in the adjacent trauma room with the help of the first-year resident.
He saw Abby park the stretcher in the room, then three doctors in cobalt blue scrubs came sprinting down the hall with a group of nurses and some other staff.
In a minute there were a dozen people over her. He saw them begin to take off her clothes. Two of the doctors began yelling out questions about her pulse ox rate, her temp and bp. He watched them put her on oxygen and a nurse ran out of the room and returned with a pile of blankets. Through the open door, he saw them begin to perform an ultrasound and that was when he turned away and sat on the ground. Abby ran over to the door and closed it, blocking his view of the inside.
He barely took a breath before his phone buzzed in his pocket. "What?" he said defeatedly as he answered. "Andrey didn't make it through his surgery and Arianna is in recovery. They listed her as critical but stable."
He inhaled deeply. "Okay."
"We found Marco leaving through the entrance, alone. You were right, she-"
"I found her on the roof," Fitz said, "just figure out how this happened because when I ask you, you need to know."
"I will," he said.
Fitz hung up.
Another nurse came running out of the elevator and he watched her burst into the trauma room. He remembered her from Olivia's Christmas party, though he didn't remember her name.
"Why didn't you tell me something happened to Olivia?" she questioned with the door, half-open.
"Close the door," Abby barked, "her boyfriend is outside and he doesn't need to hear what's going on." Fitz watched her turn around and look back at him then she stepped inside further and closed the door.
A female doctor in lavender scrubs and a lab coat accompanied by some younger person, probably a nurse or resident came running down the hall and stepped into the room with Olivia and the other dozen people in there.
The last person that came running down the hall was an older man. He looked like he'd just woken up. He burst into the room. "Why the hell did no one tell me I had a resident in a trauma room," he barked.
"She just got here, we're trying to warm her but her pulse and temp keep dropping," one of the doctors said.
"What's her temp?"
"She's at 82 degrees."
"Did you set up a warm peritoneal lavage?" he asked.
They all stared at him.
"What?"
"She's pregnant," one of the doctors said.
There was a pause, "is it still alive?" the chief asked.
"Barely," someone answered.
"Is she attached to his pregnancy?" he asked. "Does she want it?"
"She didn't tell anyone. She didn't tell me and we're closer than anyone else here so I..I don't know," Abby said.
Avila interjected, "her not telling anyone doesn't mean she wasn't attached to it. If we really want to know if she wants the baby her boyfriend is outside, we can ask him."
The chief turned around from the door and looked at Fitz. "I need someone to go to maintenance and get them to warm up the room," he said and then he stepped inside and closed the door so Fitz couldn't hear.
He watched as minutes turned to an hour, doctors and nurses came and went from the room. After a while, the chief came out to him and stooped beside him.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Dryden, I'm the chief of surgery here. I understand you're Olivia's partner."
Fitz nodded.
"So the good news is that we finally managed to get her temperature up. She came in at around 80 degrees and now she's up to 92. Her pulse and breathing finally stabilized and the fetus looks to be doing okay. The bad news is that we don't know how much oxygen was lost from both her and the fetus. She's in a stage between sleep and a coma now which on its face shouldn't frighten you, that's just the body's way of protecting itself and conserving energy, especially in cases of hypothermia. She should wake when her temperature crests at about 98.6, which I'm 99% sure she will, we'll know if there was any significant oxygen deprivation and that should give us an idea of what's going on with the fetus as well. She does also have some frostbites but as of right now it seems superficial. Her fingers were bruised and might welt a bit but in a couple of weeks she should heal just fine and still be able to perform surgery just as before."
Fitz nodded.
"You know," he began, "if my wife was in there I'd be sitting in the same place you are," Dr. Dryden said. "Can I have my assistant bring you a cup of coffee?"
Fitz shook his head, "no, I'm fine."
He nodded and stepped off.
Another hour passed when he saw them wheel her out of the trauma room. Fitz stood when he saw and Abby walked over to him. "Her temperature is in the safe range again so we're taking her to a recovery room where we can monitor her and the baby."
"When will she wake up?"
"We can't know for sure honestly but it shouldn't be long. She's warm now."
Fitz followed them to the room where they transferred her from the stretcher to the bed. He noticed she was naked underneath the blanket with a few drips coming from a few different places.
After they wrapped her up one again the nurses left and Abby came to him again. "Uh, we're all gonna be here, checking in on her. If she wakes up just press that button on her bed and if her pulse drops or anything then the machine will tell us. That shouldn't happen but like just in case."
Fitz nodded and sat on the chair beside Olivia's bed.
"Um...one last thing...did you call her mom?"
He shook his head.
"Oh god, now she's gonna yell at me for not calling sooner," Abby griped as she pulled out her cell from her pocket to call Maya. She stepped out and dialed the number.
Avila walked in with a tray of water and crackers and rested it by Olivia's bedside.
"When she wakes up she'll be thirsty," she said. "Can I get you anything?" She asked, "food from the cafeteria or some coffee or something?"
"No thanks, I'm fine," Fitz said.
She nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
Fitz waited with Olivia. He noticed there were two different heartbeat monitors, one for her and another for the baby. When he looked at her fingers, they were lathered with some kind of clear, greasy ointment. So was her face.
He waited patiently, less than an hour passed before she began to shuffle. He could see light begin to peer through the blinds of the hospital window. He stood as he waited and watched her eyes move under her lids and her lashes flutter. It took her a few minutes to fight her way out of her deep semi-comatose state but when she finally opened her eyes she saw Fitz's ocean blue eyes staring down at her.
He watched as she was confused at first by her surroundings. She last remembered flecks of ice and stinging wind, now she was completely warm.
Fitz watched as she swam through her memories and her look of confusion turned to horror and her eyes welled with tears. "Arianna?" she said softly, hoarse. Somehow her voice was gone. He leaned his forehead against hers. His hands found her hair that was reverted to its curly state from the wet snow. She'd always felt small in his hands but now she not only felt small but she felt fragile.
"She's-" he couldn't lie and say Arianna was okay because she wasn't. No amount of painkillers they gave her could change the fact that a bullet tore through her. He knew what it felt like to be shot. After the initial shock wore off, there was burning and heat and cuts into your skin with scalpels and stitches to sew up the wounds and when you are lucky enough to survive, your body doesn't feel right for some time after.
There really was nothing he could say and just thinking about what his little sister was going through brought him a strange kind of phantom pain that he couldn't explain.
"She's alive," he mumbled.
Olivia blinked away tears and streams of them rolled down her cheeks. "I called her," she cried, "I'm sorry, I did it-I didn't want to. He was going to throw me off the roof-"
"-I know," Fitz said softly.
"I can't- I can't," I sobbed.
She can't what? Fitz didn't know what she was saying. He leaned up so he could see her; drawing in tears and fear with panic behind her eyes. What was she saying?
"I can't do this anymore- it's too much. I don't even know if my daughter is alive?"
Fitz stared down at her and she went from sobbing horse words to refusing to meet his gaze. "Look at me," Fitz said. She was defiant for a few moments, as she blinked away from tears then she turned and looked up at him. "She's alive."
"I don't want this anymore," she said hoarsely, refusing to meet his gaze again. She tried to bring her fingers up to wipe her eyes and realized they were numb and greasy. "I won't survive you."
A long quiet moment passed. She could feel him staring at her but she didn't look at him. She was turned directly away from him at the bed. Suddenly, she felt him pull her face towards him. She didn't expect the Fitz she saw, his eyes were red and it seemed like just uttering the words she did made him look more tired than he did minutes ago. He also looked like he was on the verge of tears- the first she'd seen him so rawly emotional.
She almost took back her words. More tears came as she tried to fight back a retraction.
"Don't leave me, Olivia." They were simple words but they sent another flush of tears and she completely shut down. She closed her eyes and blocked out his gaze.
She'd spent too much time shivering on top of the roof, thinking about how she wasn't safe even in a hospital. She thought about how she woke up with a gun to her head in her on-call room and how she hung off the side of the building from 20 floors above the ground, screaming for her life. She thought about how she banged on the ice-cold iron door until her knuckles bled and screamed until her voice was hoarse but the wind carried away every sound. Mostly, she thought about how she could've been home with him instead of almost freezing to death on the roof but he couldn't stand to talk to her so she went out for a shift she wasn't scheduled for and could've been killed solely to piss Fitz off.
On their way up many flights of stairs, Marco eagerly explained how his plan almost didn't work. He had been unable to get hold of her schedule (he didn't have the same hackers Fitz did and so some things with Marco were still quite simple) and so within the one day window he gave himself in Boston, she would have been home the entire time if she hadn't driven herself back to the hospital. He bribed a janitor out in the back of the Hospital by the trash disposal for his suit, badge and mop, and bucket and within half an hour he found himself in her room from the back entrance where he was let in.
Olivia opened her eyes with newfound resolve, "you need to be with Arianna. Tell her I'm sorry for what I did."
He was still gazing down at her, though more steely than he was moments ago. "He won't live for what he did to you and Arianna."
She didn't know if that made her feel better. She didn't know how it made her feel at all.
Fitz had left, reluctantly and she still couldn't believe what she'd done. She was doing it for all the right reasons, there really was only one reason and it was that she feared for her life. Still, it felt like the worst decision she'd ever made.
She reached to her stomach with greasy, bruised fingers and gently caressed it. "I hope you're okay."
Fitz had been gone for just a few minutes when Vlad and another guard whose name she didn't know walked in. She wondered if he'd waited outside for them before he left. It seemed like something he would do.
Vlad walked to her bed. "I apologize to you for this," he said in his thick Russian accent. "Should never happen and won't happen again."
All she could do was nod to be polite. He did seem truly sorry. She knew Fitz and his guards had almost a type of brotherhood. He treated them well and paid them well. He was closer to some than others. She knew Alexander was like a friend. Vlad was always around, though he barely talked.
They walked over to the window and stood like statues. When Olivia turned her attention from them, she heard footsteps at the door. It was Maya and Abby.
She sighed and closed her eyes that were still drowning in tears as Maya ran over.
"What happened?" she said halfway between a yell and a cry.
Olivia felt her anger rise but took a breath and stayed calm. Maya caressed her hair, almost in tears."How are you? How's my grandbaby?" she asked.
"Why are you here?" Olivia asked icily, wiping her eyes in the blanket.
Maya shook her head, confused. "Abby called me and told me you got stuck on the roof. She said you were unconscious-"
"No, why are you here?" Olivia asked again, turning her head away to get away from Maya's caress."I don't want you anywhere near me. I don't want to talk to you and I don't want to see you and when my daughter is born you'll never know her," Olivia barked through a hoarse throat. Tears came again. "Do you think that after what you did to Fitz that you could just run back when you thought I needed you?"
"-Olivia, I'm only trying to protect you. You know how much I love you, why are you saying this," Maya cried.
"This will be the last time we see either, mom. I'm done. I don't care about your love or your protection. I just want you to leave me alone."
"I'm your mother, I'm not going anywhere," Maya said firmly.
Abby interjected, "a lot of times with hypothermia, patients wake up confused and a little out of it-"
Olvia turned to Vlad, "I want her out."
He walked over to Maya and put his body in between her and Olivia. "You have to go," Vlad said.
"Are you going to beat up an old woman like the thug you are," Maya said, defiantly.
"No, I'll just show you the door," Vlad said.
Olivia waited as Vlad led Maya out. Abby looked utterly shocked. When Maya was gone Vlad returned to his spot and Abby walked over.
"Olivia, are you-"
"I don't want to talk about it," Olivia said pointedly.
Abby sighed, "I have to call Carter and Koning to come and examine you," she said.
Olivia nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" Abby asked.
"Abby I just need some time to process the fact that I almost died before I indulge in girl talk. Can you do me that favor?"
Abby sighed, "fine, I'll call your attending."
Fitz had his phone pressed in his palm. He'd been on the jet for over an hour and spent most of his time talking to Wade, on his way to New York to see Arianna. After the call, he knew he needed to call Catherine and Gerry to tell them he'd gotten their daughter shot but he couldn't find the right words. There were no right words and didn't see any scenario in which they could come back from this.
The call went just as disastrously as he expected and he fully expected Gerry to show up to the hospital and punch him in the face. Still, he kept focused on getting to Arianna.
When he arrived at the hospital, he made his way through the lobby and got a pass to Arianna's room along with Alexander who met him. When he arrived on the recovery floor a nurse brought him to her room and told him that a doctor would be there shortly. She opened the door and led them inside.
Arianna was laying in her hospital bed, asleep. Fitz walked over and stared down at her. He was relieved she didn't look as bad as he expected. Apart from large bags under her eyes from a rough night and the oxygen cannula under her nostrils, she looked like he'd last seen her.
Fitz turned to the female nurse, who was smiling absently at him, "how is she?"
"Uh- I have the um..doctor, her doctor on his way to talk to you," she said.
"Do you know when she'll wake up?" he asked.
"Soon, she's just sleeping off the anesthesia."
"Thank you."
She nodded and stepped out of the room.
Fitz turned to Alexander, "find Andrey in the morgue."
Alexander nodded and headed off as well. Fitz pulled off his coat and dropped it on the chair then sat down. He checked his phone for an update on Olivia. A few days of not checking in constantly had caused mayhem.
A few minutes passed before the doctor came in. He was an older gentleman with peppered grey hair.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Flomm, you are the brother of-" he looked at the chart, "Arianna Grant."
Fitz stood and nodded.
"Okay, so I'm the surgeon who removed the bullet fragments from her abdomen."
"I thought it was her chest?"
"Truly, the bullet entered through her lower left rib cage. That's kind of the transition area between the chest and abdomen. The bullet lodged in her spleen and stomach, luckily there wasn't much damage to her stomach but her spleen had to be removed. It was torn apart by the bullet."
"What?"
"This is good news," he said, "she can live without her spleen but she can't live without her stomach."
"When will she wake?"
"I think in a few hours. With the removal of her spleen, she's at a higher risk of infection so we'll be keeping a very close eye on her. An NYPD officer will be in shortly to speak to you about the incident. The young man who arrived with her did not make it, do you know if he has any family we can contact."
"No, he doesn't," Fitz said "but he's my friend. Whatever you need for him, let me know."
"We will need to release his body once all of the paperwork is taken care of and because he died from a gunshot wound, the NYPD will want an autopsy conducted."
Fitz nodded.
"As far as I'm concerned she's very lucky. She'll make a full recovery."
The doctor left Fitz alone with Arianna. Alexander came back a short time later and recounted the details of Andrey's injuries. He was shot in the chest, back, and head.
Arianna usually kept her guards closer than Olivia did because Arianna had known them much longer and was more comfortable with them.
He waited for hours, tired but unable to sleep. He spoke to Wade than to the detective. Nurses meandered in and out, checking her IV, checking and changing her bandages, and making notes on her chart each time.
Finally, after the last check, she began to stir.
Fitz was standing over her when her eyes opened. She squinted in confusion and then her expression changed. "Fitz? Is that really you?"
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"They've got me on the good stuff," she said. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," Fitz said.
"Where's Andrey?"
"Dead."
Arianna expelled a breath as if she knew that was going to be the answer.
"They got me the first time and then I called for help and he came out from my apartment and blocked me with his body and they got him. I'd be dead if he didn't do that. Even after they shot him the first time he was still blocking me."
Fitz thought for a moment but didn't respond.
"Are you going to say anything?"
"Who called the police?"
"Some of my friends were there with me. We were getting ready to go to Lavo." Arianna thought for a moment. "What's going on? Who did this?"
"Marco," Fitz said.
Arianna scanned her memory. "That guy who shot at Olivia?"
Fitz nodded. "He made her call you."
"Wait, that's why she called me? She said you two were fighting and that she needed to talk to me...but that she couldn't hear me."
"That was just to get you outside," he said.
Her look of confusion turned into a scowl.
"Don't be angry with her," Fitz said, "be angry with me."
"First of all, I am angry with you- that's number one. Second of all, I'm not angry with her but if someone held a gun to my head and told me to call you outside to get shot, I'd rather get shot in the head."
"I'd do the same for you but Olivia isn't your family, you can't expect that from her. "
"She kind of is my family but fine, I told you I'm not really angry anyways, just pissed, plus she's pregnant so even if she did say no and something happened to her I'd die from guilt. What happened to me anyway?"
"They took out your spleen," he explained.
"What's that?"
"It's an organ under your rib. They said a part of the bullet hit your stomach after it went through your lower left rib. I saw them changing your bandage a few times and you'll have some ugly scars but the doctor said you'd make a full recovery though you might be prone to infections for a while."
Arianna sighed and Fitz shook his head, "I'm really sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just kill that son of a bitch. Don't just shoot him either, that's too nice, I want you to chop him up and pull his heart from his chest and bring me a piece of it in a ziplock bag so I can compost it. Write it down so you don't forget."
He chuckled for the first time in a few days.
"I won't forget, I promise."
"And don't get yourself killed in the process," Arianna warned.
"I won't do that either."
"Catherine and Gerry should be here soon."
"Haha, very funny," She said with an eye roll.
"No, I'm serious."
"What?" she barked and then felt pain through her chest. She took a deep breath and that made it worse so she slowly let out the breath. Fitz held her hands and she squeezed his fingers tight until the pain slowly eased away. "Should I call a nurse?"
"No-no, I'm fine," she said slowly. "Why would you call them?"
"Why wouldn't I? I'm the reason you got shot on your terrace. Am I supposed to have not told them their daughter is in the hospital recovering from a bullet wound?"
"You've not told them worse things. I can't really deal with this right now. Mom's gonna be crying, Dad's gonna be mad at you- it's gonna be torture."
Fitz shrugged, "you need them here to take care of you."
Arianna pouted.
"I have to go and make sure Olivia and my daughter are okay then I have to get you your piece of heart in a ziplock bag."
She smiled lightly then rolled her eyes, "where is Olivia? At the apartment?"
"In the hospital."
"Oh yeah- working. She could've at least come see me."
"She's in the hospital. Marco left her on the roof, 20 floors up to freeze to death. She was barely breathing when I found her."
Arianna's mouth fell open, "why didn't you tell me that?"
He shrugged, "you can't focus on that. You should focus on healing."
"I feel so bad. Is she up maybe I should call her?"
"Don't call her. She needs space- I don't know, she just wants you to know that she's sorry."
She frowned, "are you okay?"
"Yup," he said, "there's a lot going but it'll get straightened out."
They sat together for a while. Fitz called the nurse and doctor to come in a examine Arianna. After they'd gone, Alexander checked a message from his phone then turned to Fitz. "Your parents are in the building."
Fitz nodded, "okay."
"You should leave. This won't be pretty," Arianna said.
"I'm not running from anyone, not even mom and dad."
"Dad's gonna punch you in the face."
"He should," Fitz said, "if somebody got my daughter shot I'd punch them...even if it was my other daughter."
Arianna fought back a chuckle, "don't make me laugh, you dick."
Fitz took her hand and kissed it, "I know you're building a list of things you want to make up for this."
"It's gonna cost you for sure," she said. "I'll finally get that boob job I wanted. Maybe a little bit of butt, Olivia's ass and hips are the perfect ratios, I want one."
"Yeah after chest surgery where you have an increased risk of infection the best idea is for you to add two giant silicone bags on your chest and two in your butt."
"Not right now, you idiot."
"Whatever."
"Fine, just please go, I don't want you and mom and dad going at it. I'll be fine."
"Will you?"
"I will, I promise and if I'm not you'll be the first to know."
Fitz nodded and kissed her fingers, "love you."
"Love you too," Arianna said.
Fitz finally left her room. He left Alexander behind as well and Haru would be coming up shortly now that he was gone. He waited by the elevator and when the door opened, it was just his luck that Catherine and Gerry were inside. Catherine stared up at him, for just a moment with broken-hearted eyes and then she rushed out of the elevator, down the hall, looking for Arianna's room. Gerry was the opposite.
Fitz stepped into the elevator and as he expected, the moment he did a fist connected to his jaw. The door closed but Gerry pressed the button to open them. He stepped out and pressed his hand against it to prevent it from closing.
"If you let anything happen to my daughter-" he became too emotional to finish his words.
Fitz flexed his jaw and tasted blood. He expected nothing less than a solid punch from his father since Gerry was the one who taught him to punch as well.
Gerry stepped back, "I can't even look at you. You are you?" he said angrily. The door closed leaving Fitz alone. He took a breath and swallowed back blood.
Olivia flexed her fingers testing for feeling and sensitivity. They still felt off but better than they did before.
"You might be out for a week," Dr. Dryden said. "The nurse reported bouts of shivers today- this is an early sign of?"
"Pneumonia after severe hypothermia," Justin answered.
"Of course," Olivia mumbled to herself.
"Your pregnant and you almost died. You're taking a week off, maybe two, and hope you don't develop pneumonia because it'll be longer. We'll have you started on antibiotics if your pleural culture looks abnormal."
"I just don't want to fall behind any more than I already have."
He nodded, "well then next time, it's best you not go up to the roof for some air and get yourself locked out. Come on, what were you thinking?"
"It was a bad decision," Olivia said.
"It was. Lately, there's just always something going on with you."
"Believe me, I'm wondering why there's always something going on with me too," Olivia muttered. She hated his didactic lecture, especially in front of other doctors and residents.
"You have to stay focused," he said. "Third years can be rough but you are halfway through. Remember why you want to be not just a doctor, but a surgeon."
Olivia nodded.
He looked to the neonatal specialist.
"The fetus is only 10 weeks old so brain activity is already minimal. From the studies, I've researched and cases I've had, there can't be much damage especially since oxygen was never completely withdrawn. I feel good."
He nodded then turned to the internal medicine doctor, who wasn't a surgeon but had been monitoring Olivia.
"She's good. We'll keep her for another day while we watch for pneumonia and if she's fine, send her home to heal so she can come back and hack away at people with her scalpel."
The consensus was there. They all took their time filing out, leaving just Avila, Justin, and Abby.
Olivia hadn't spoken to Abby.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Avila asked.
"For some reason, my body's just decided that today is the day it doesn't want to keep food down," Olivia said. "It's really okay, you guys can go, you've been here way too long Abby, you need to get some sleep, you too Avila."
"I just want to make sure you're okay," Avila said, "I mean, we didn't even realize you were gone."
"It's okay, I was supposed to be in my on-call room," Olivia said.
"I know but-"
"It's okay, it really is...just go home and get some rest." Avila nodded and walked over and squeezed her hand gently before leaving.
Justin's pager buzzed. "That's my cue, call me if you need anything Richie rich." He jogged out leaving just Abby.
"Are you okay?"
"You've been asking me that all day," Olivia said.
"I know because I've known you for over seven years and I've never seen you talk to your mom like that. You've been crying on and off all day even though you pretend you aren't and when you aren't crying you look like you're about to." Abby gestured to Saul and Tito, "what are they, bodyguards? Why are they here? What's going on?"
"I almost died and I'm pregnant."
"You almost died when Herman came to town a few weeks ago and you weren't acting like this. You were pregnant then too by my calculations."
"Congrats Abby, you just pointed out how tragic my life is and that you know how to do math."
Abby rolled her eyes.
"That last thing your life is- is tragic. You got a million dollars and a Bentley handed to you less than 3 days ago and the fact that someone would give that as a Christmas gift blows my mind."
Olivia blinked back tears, "yes, well he gave me a million dollars and a Bentley and he also couldn't stand to speak more than 6 words to me for the entirety of Christmas day."
Abby shook her head, "I wouldn't care if he didn't speak to me. He's hot and he buys you things."
"I do, because I love him. When you love someone, it matters if they go the entire day without speaking to you or not." Olivia took a breath, "why am I- I shouldn't even be talking about this with you."
"Why shouldn't you? When Herman was trying to get you pregnant and you didn't want to be who stole an IUD from the hospital when we were in med school on clinical rotations and I inserted it in your vagina. I did such a shitty job that I thought I punctured your cervix because you bled so much. If you'd gone to a real doctor he'd see it on your insurance so you asked me. And then when he thought you were lying about not being on birth control, who got that doctor to lie to him and show him that fake ultrasound to prove you didn't have an IUD."
Olivia shook her head, "I stopped telling you things because it's different now. I wouldn't be complaining about how miserable Herman is making me, I'd be telling you about the fact that Fitz paid off all my loans-"
Abby gasped, "-he what?"
"See," Olivia said.
"I don't care-"
"No, you care a lot because when I tell you things, you keep track of it and you bring it up."
Abby sighed, "fine since we're putting everything on the table, I'm jealous of you. I've already told you that. You have a hot, rich boyfriend who gives you everything I want. Hermes bags, diamonds, cars, clothes, and money. It's annoying watching you get all of that and pretend like it's nothing and that you don't care. You are still my friend and I still love you but jealousy is normal and healthy. I put my shit on the table so now you can admit that you were never kidnapped."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Did your calculations tell you that?"
"Well, you conceived your baby when you were supposed to be kidnapped."
"And?"
"And obviously you ran away with your boyfriend and lied about it."
"Okay so go tell the chief and get me fired," Olivia said.
"I'd never do that?"
"Really? I didn't think you'd sit down and calculate when I conceived my daughter but here you are."
"If you weren't lying to me then I wouldn't have to."
"Who said I was lying?"
Abby was confused, "what are you talking about?"
"I conceived my daughter a day after I was let go. I didn't lie about being kidnapped- even if I wanted to, I couldn't."
Abby stood, she opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. It was the truth, even if Abby was being deceived.
"If you're waiting for me to throw up, I won't because I'm telling the truth, now get out."
Abby sighed, "I'm sorry," she said before she walked out. She had no choice but to leave.
Olivia took a breath. It took her a while to fall asleep and when she did it was filled with nightmares and lucid dreams and that same pesky shivering.
When she woke, Fitz was lying with his eyes closed on the chair beside her. He had a change of clothes so she guessed he must've stopped by the apartment and showered.
She could see a red bruise on his jaw. The blood under his skin was just beginning to lose oxygen which gave it a slight purple tint but it was undoubtedly fresh. As she examined him, her stomach growled and she remembered why she woke in the first place.
"Are you hungry?" Fitz asked.
She swore he was talking in his sleep because his eyes were still closed but how would he hear that her stomach growled?
"Are you sleeping?" Olivia asked.
He opened his eyes, still leaning against the side of the chair, "I can't sleep." He sat up, "what do you want to eat?"
"Fries and pickles and peppermint tea," Olivia answered and leaned back against her pillow. She was no longer looking at him as she brought her blanket up to her neck and shivered a bit.
"Are you cold?"
The room was hot, he'd taken off his jacket and sweater.
"No, I'm fine."
"You're shivering."
"It's just a symptom- it's fine."
"Fries and pickles and tea?" he asked.
"They have it at the cafeteria on the 10th floor," she said. Fitz looked at Saul who was standing against the wall and he nodded and headed out the door. They were quiet together in the room. Olivia was laying on her side with the blanket pulled up to her chin. She stared her toes under the blanket at the end of the bed. Fitz leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes again. Minutes passed.
Olivia shifted herself on the pillow she was hugging. "How is Arianna?"
"She's missing a spleen but she was doing fine when I left."
"Did you tell her I'm sorry for what I did?"
Fitz opened his eyes, "why would I do that?"
"I'm the reason that happened to her."
"You know that's not true so I'm not sure why you're saying it." Fitz closed his eyes again.
More time passed and Saul returned with Olivia's food. A tray of shoestring fries and pickles and tea. Olivia sat up slowly and Saul rested the tray in her lap, "thank you."
He nodded, quite stoic, and then walked back to the window.
"You can go now Saul, I'll be here. Both of you."
They left together. Olivia added sugar to her tea and then took a sip. When she finished her tea, she ate her fries and pickles and then finished with the water on her side table. She pulled the blankets over her body again and laid down. She watched as Fitz fell asleep on the chair, waking in strange 10-30 minute intervals for a few hours before she fell asleep herself and woke up to throw up the contents of her stomach.
The sound was enough to wake Fitz.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded, "just nausea, I'm fine."
She rinsed her mouth after vomiting in the bag by her bed and then she was fast asleep again. Fitz stayed awake.
In the morning when she woke, it was because a team of doctors surrounded her. She panicked momentarily, thinking that something had gone wrong but they all seemed calm. Then she remembered it was rounds.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Patient is Dr. Olivia Pope," Justin said.
Olivia looked over to Fitz who was standing by the window.
"25 years old, 10 weeks pregnant, admitted for severe hypothermic shock presenting a temperature sub 80 degrees Fahrenheit at its lowest, now 99.1 and brief bradycardia which was corrected with re-warming. Pleural fluid culture conducted last night came back normal which rules out pneumonia."
"If she doesn't have pneumonia why does she have chills," the internal medicine doctor asked.
"Short-term symptoms of hypothermic shock should go away in 24-48 hours," Shadai said.
"Continue Dr. Mayer."
Justin began again, looking down at the notes in his hand, "vitals of mother and fetus are normal. There were signs of superficial frostbite on the extremities but it should heal in 7-14 days. If all signs remain the same, the patient can be discharged tomorrow at noon."
"I don't appreciate the abbreviated notes," the attending internal medicine doctor wanted.
"Patient also has a beautiful boyfriend," Justin said, "who I will be there for if he needs a friend."
The room chuckled, all except for Olivia and Fitz.
"Come on," Justin said, nudging Olivia playfully. "Lighten up."
Olivia forced a smile.
"There it is?" he laughed and fluffed her curly hair. Justin turned to Fitz, "she hates when I talk about you."
Fitz gave him a small, tip-lipped smile but only because it would be awkward not to do so.
"You know, if you want to blow off steam, I can show you a few bars arou-"
"-No," Fitz interjected flatly, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. A new wave of laughter erupted with the attending doctor joining in. Justin's ears turned red.
"Don't do that to the other patients, Dr. Mayer," the attending warned then he turned to Olivia. "How do you feel?"
"Fine," she said. "Just chills and nausea, no other persistent symptoms."
"We'll be back to see you later. Let's go, it's a busy day."
They filed out of the room. "I was just joking," Justin explained, embarrassed as they filed out.
"M-hmm," one of the internal medicine residents answered skeptically.
"Whatever, you're not even a surgeon," Olivia heard him say.
They closed the door behind them. Fitz reached into his pocket and handed her a new phone. "It's the extra phone I bought you. Wade backed up all your information on it."
Olivia took it and in the exchange her finger feathered over his. The small, bare touch gave her warmness all over. "Thank you."
Fitz's cell rang. He walked back to the window and answered. "Book out a hotel floor in Panama City and meet me there in two days." The person on the other line said something she couldn't hear. "For a week." Fitz hung up after that.
It was clear it was Camilla. Olivia hadn't remembered her and now that she did, the idea of them being together at a hotel made her throat burn with an incessant need to scream. She was hoarse still but less so than before.
"Who was that?" Olivia asked. She wanted to be sure before she tortured herself with the information.
Fitz ran his hands through his hair and sighed. Olivia waited for an answer but there was none.
"Who was that?" she asked again.
"No one."
She was quiet for a moment, "I can give you back the gift you gave me, the money and the car."
She heard him audibly groan as if it was a drag to have the conversation with her. "Why would I take it back? What have I said in the past that would make you possibly think I would want it back? Did you want your gift back?"
"No."
"Okay then."
"You didn't even tell me if you liked it."
"I didn't open it," he replied.
There was quiet tension again. Olivia was the first to speak.
"We'll have to get along,"
"And we will," Fitz replied. He walked to the chair and sat down. "You'll stay in the apartment until I can find you a house, you'll still have your allowance and guards. I'll move my stuff out in a few weeks and whenever I'm in town for your doctor's appointments or whatever I'll just stay at a hotel so we won't have to be in each other's faces any more than we need to. While we're doing this we can figure out what we'll do after she's born."
Olivia's eyes filled up with burn and her throat burned. She swallowed back a lump.
"I hadn't thought that far in the future. It sounds miserable."
He chuckled humorlessly, "you dumped me without thinking that far into the future. What did you think would happen?"
"If I thought about it in the moment then I wouldn't have been able to do it."
"That's even better," he said sarcastically.
Olivia wiped her eyes, "you don't understand."
"Whether I understand or don't changes nothing."
"You don't, because you don't wake up with someone's hand over your mouth and a gun to your head. He could've raped me or shot me in the head and there's nothing I could've done to stop him and there's nothing you could've done to stop him either because you weren't there. Instead, he decided to take me up to the roof and terrorize me just to piss you off. He didn't need me to call Arianna but he did it just because he was doing it for you. Whether he'd decided to throw me off or shoot me or if I spent another half an hour on the roof, me and my daughter would've died and you would've been angry, and you would've gotten revenge and you would have mourned and then you would move on and that's all I would've been, a casualty in the Fitz and Marco war."
"Do you think I'd just move on if something happened to you?"
"Everyone has to move on. Everyone does," Olivia said.
"When I found you on the rooftop, I didn't even remember you're pregnant. All I cared about was you and the fact that you felt cold and dead and I just thought that I wouldn't survive- especially not the way it happened. We'd barely spoken in two days and the last time I got a call from your phone, I ignored it. It was Marco, of course, but I ignored it because I didn't want to talk to you." He sighed, "he had one window and because he's an idiot, it was exactly your day off. You should've been home with me. You would've slept way too long, we'd fuck four or five times, and then because it was snowing we'd order take out and it'd be a normal day."
Olivia wiped her eyes and smiled, "that does sound very nice...like a dream."
Fitz shrugged, "I do understand, so if this is what you want then it's what you want. I'll accept it but our relationship will change. A wall will have to go up."
Olivia didn't respond but he saw her eyes roll.
"It'll have to," Fitz repeated.
"I know that," she said as she brought her knees up against her torso and wrapped her arms around them.
"But what?"
"Obviously I don't want that-"
He sighed and stood from his chair and stepped closer to her.
"Olivia-"
"-If the only time I feel safe is when you're standing directly beside me then how long can that go on. I mean- he came inside the hospital- it can't."
Fitz lifted her chin to him and leaned to her, "I'll figure out how to get some guards in here with you long-term so this won't happen again. I can't prevent everything from happening but I can make sure you feel safer." She felt his hand stroke her hair, "we tried and as you said, it's too much so let's just be her parents."
How could he be so okay? That was all that ran through Olivia's mind. The longer their conversation crawled on, the more she felt undone. Yesterday morning he'd shown some emotion, he cracked his usually hard exterior and for a moment he was vulnerable but today he was okay and she just couldn't wrap her head around it.
She didn't feel okay and she wasn't sure when she would be.
Olivia nodded with faraway eyes.
Fitz accepted her response and stepped back.
"Um…" Olivia began, "would it be okay if you left me alone for a while."
She watched him think it over for a moment then agree. "I'll be in the hall."
"No, you should just go and you can send up the guards or something and they can stay with me instead."
Fitz finally threw his hands up, finally frustrated, "why are you making this so difficult?"
"I'm not trying to, I just need you to go away."
He walked out of the room. She didn't know if he was in the hall or if he left the building but in the middle of her sobbing, a nurse came in with her breakfast. Saul and Tito came in just after she did.
She didn't eat her breakfast and when she checked the time on the phone Fitz gave her, it was just after 7:30am.
After Fitz left Olivia's room and waited for Saul and Tito to switch with him, he went to find the chief of surgery Dr. Dryden. He was in his office when Fitz was taken to him by an administrative assistant. Fitz conversed with him about the need for Olivia to have bodyguards close with some made-up story about how he'd been targeted by professional thieves who were after his money. Dr. Dryden agreed, after begging in a roundabout way for a contribution to the surgical fund of the hospital. The agreement was that the guards would have to pass a medical and could only reside in designated sections of the hospital and would have to work with hospital security.
When Abby walked in it was midmorning and Olivia was lying on her side on the bed. She walked over to Olivia and examined her face but said nothing of the fact that she'd obviously been crying.
"Can I hang out with you? Your mom is driving me crazy."
"That makes two of us," Olivia said.
Abby pulled off her jacket, "scooch over," she said and without waiting for an answer she tossed her jacket on the chair and kicked off her shoes then climbed on the bed beside Olivia. She wrapped her arms around her.
"I'm sorry you and your baby almost died. That sucks. I'm also sorry about last night, I was being a huge bitch and I'm sorry. I just want us to not be weird anymore."
"I do too and I'm sorry too."
"Why are you sorry, you didn't really do anything? I'm the one who was pretending to be an off-brand Enola Holmes and as my punishment, your mom would not leave me alone when I got home. Are you sure you won't let her see you?"
"I'm sure," Olivia said.
"Okay, I won't bring it up again."
Olivia nodded and took a breath, breathing back a sniffle. "Fitz and I broke up."
"Today?"
"Yesterday."
"Are you okay?" Abby asked.
"No."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Olivia shook her head, "no."
"Okay, we won't talk about it," Abby agreed.
A/N - What are your thoughts? I tried to get it to you guys as fast as I could. Who do you think will beg for the other first, Olivia or Fitz?