It was dark and cold. Olivia knew that with her eyes closed. She had to find her way home. What did they want from her? Olivia opened her eyes and cried. She had a headache. She tried to lift her arm, and she panicked when she felt the ropes cutting her skin.
"The princess is awake. Now you can tell me everything you know."
"Where am I?"
"You know how this goes, Olivia. I'm not telling you that."
"I don't know what you want me to tell you. I don't know what you're talking about."
"You have the papers in your apartment. What do you know?"
"Nothing, I didn't read it."
"You read some of it. What do you know?!"
"Let me go. My friends are looking for me."
"You're OPA friends can't help you, and the president can't help you either."
"Where is Fitz?"
"You're going to be joining him if you don't start talking."
"I don't know anything. You are wasting your time trying to get answers."
"I can make you talk!"
"I don't know anything!" Olivia cried.
She could hear yelling in the dark hallway, a man and a woman, the voices were getting closer. They walked in the damp basement and pulled a cord to turn on the light. Angela Webster looked at Olivia's swollen face and bloody lip. She reached for her gun and the man that followed her in the basement yelled before she could shoot.
"Do you really want to kill a high ranking official? How are you going to explain that!"
Angela turned around and nodded in agreement. She dropped her gun and walked towards the man. In a second, she grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the wall. She pulled back and slammed again. A pool of blood stained the wall.
"Let him go boss!"
Angela let the man go, he fell to the floor, groaning in pain, "I told you to question her not hit her."
"This bitch acts like she doesn't know anything," the man said, spitting out blood.
Angela kicked him in the stomach, "I hate that word, bitch," she said, "Untie her," Angela said, to the other man.
The man loosened the knots around Olivia's wrist. She put her hand to her busted lip and cried again.
"Olivia, you need to tell me what you know about universe shifting," Angela said.
"I don't know anything!"
"We have a tracker on Marty. I need to know what he told you."
"He came to my office with some nonsensical story. I didn't believe him. I don't know anything."
"Well, now you know he was telling the truth. The government cannot let that information get out."
"I won't go to the media with it. I don't have any proof."
"Yes you do. Abby gave it to you."
"You can have the papers in my apartment. I don't want to be involved in this."
Angela leaned against the brick wall and closed her eyes, she didn't know how to handle this. She didn't like Olivia, but she didn't want her to get hurt. If this were anyone else, she would send the person to some poor country with some of the local cash to start a new life. She couldn't send Olivia Pope away and she didn't want to shoot her.
"I'm going to let you go, but if this story gets to the media you'll be going on another island vacation, permanently."
Olivia stood up and looked around, "Where am I?"
"The White House. I'm sure you can find your way out of here."
XXXX
"Wow."
"What?"
"Your apartment is exactly like my Livvie's. The same decor."
"Well, she has good taste."
"It's very you...and her."
"What are you drinking?"
"Scotch."
"I have bourbon."
He grimaced, "That will be fine, thank you."
"Are you with Jake in this universe?"
"Who?"
"I guess not. That's good."
"Who is he?"
"He's not important."
Olivia smiled coyly, "I guess you are in a love triangle."
"It's not what I want. He can't seem to stay away from Livvie."
"How did you meet Olivia in your universe?'
"We met on the campaign trail. I don't think I would have won the election without her. I don't know what type of life I would have right now if she wasn't my campaign manager. I want us to run away to Vermont and have two babies. She's not ready for that."
Olivia couldn't see that life for herself. That's not what she wanted. She couldn't have her career in Vermont.
"I can get your story to the media if I can get some proof. I have a frenemy who is the director of the FBI, though she might be part of this, Angela Webster."
"I know Angela. We dated for a few months."
"What? You left me for Angela?"
"Livvie left me. Angela was a fling, nothing more than that."
Fitz changed the subject, "Do you think your mom can help me? She's a fortune teller. Can she see other universes?"
"She knows cheap card tricks. You really believe in that stuff?"
"There is a declassified remote viewing project. The assignment was to describe a location on Mars. Maya wouldn't be the first psychic to help the government."
"You can speak to her. Her gypsy stand is next to Gypsy Kitchen."
Fitz put his half empty glass of bourbon on the coffee table and smiled at Olivia. It was awkward. He couldn't hug or kiss her, that would be cheating on Livvie. She smiled at him and looked at the clock, "How about you stay here with me for one more minute? I don't have company often."
Fitz looked into her eyes and held her hand, "Okay."