A/N: Thanks for leaving reviews, following and favoriting (which is not a word but whatevs) this new story. I appreciate it. Also, I'm sorry that I messed up the shift hours for firefighters in the previous chapter, I went back and changed it. They work for 24 hours and are off for 48. Enjoy this update and Happy New Year's Eve!

**Fanfic website was down when this chapter was posted. I apologize on their behalf ** lol


Wednesday morning came and Fitz was honestly glad that his shift was over. The past 24 hours on call was surprisingly okay, no fatalities recorded. Sometimes his work left him emotionally spent, being a firefighter wasn't always easy, especially working at a firehouse in an inner city neighborhood. Some days he would witness the deaths of young men and women by the hands of guns, domestic violence, freak accidents, fires, car accidents or even Mother Nature. It wasn't easy for him some days; but that didn't stop him from showing up and performing his best, each and every time he leads his men to a rescue call.

Freshly showered, dressed in a simple blue jeans, black long sleeve Henley shirt, boots and winter jacket, Fitz was ready to head home. He misses his Bubba, his best friend and only companion these days. When he's at work, his 12 years old friend Teddy, looks after Bubba for him. Teddy lives with his grandmother across the street from him. The young man didn't mind doing it and it was also a plus that Fitz would give him $50 weekly as a thank you.

Being the last to leave from their shift, he walks to the parking lot at the back of the fire station towards his 1998 Ford ranger pickup. He adored his fixer upper truck. He'd bought it from an old man living down his street. He'd practically converted it from an ok running truck to a superb running one. They're many things he was capable of doing with his hands. He was good at mechanical repairs as well as carpentry, even a little bit knowledgeable of fixing electrical appliances, being a jack of all trades.

Starting up the truck, he puts on his seatbelt and allows the engine to run until it was warm enough to drive. After five minutes, Betsey – that's what he calls his truck – was ready to drive.

Pulling out of the parking lot, he drove around the front of the building only to see Olivia walking on the sidewalk, duffle bag swathed on her right shoulder. She looked poised but tired.

Slowing down his driving speed to a crawl, Fitz rolls down his window and asks, "Do you want a ride?"

Olivia immediately responds, "No, that's ok. I can walk."

He smiles at her persistence, "I insist. Where are you heading to?"

Olivia stops walking to see him looking at her expectantly through the window of his black pickup truck with a slight smirk on his face. Thankfully the street the firehouse was on, was not a busy one or else he would be blocking traffic.

"I don't want to inconvenience you. I live off of Shore Drive"

"Really? I live like two streets away. Off of Americana, I can take you," before she hesitated he says, "Hop in since we're headed in the same direction," the last part was spoken with a little authority in his voice.

Olivia smirked at him and shook her head. For the past 24 hours during their down times, Grant and she had many words exchanges; albeit it was mostly related to the toy drive. But it was a lot more than she was used to.

"If you insist," she counters, walking up to the passenger side door that was already being opened from the inside.

Settling into the truck, she places her duffle bag onto the middle seat between them before fastening her seatbelt.

Once her seatbelt was securely on, Fitz removes his foot from the breaks and ease the stick shift into third gear. As he started driving, they settled for comfortable silence, taking in the cool morning atmosphere. It wasn't snowing but there was light frost still evident on the ground.

"So, what are your plans for your off days?" Fitz chance asking, trying to fill in the silence. He was contended to be in silence but feared making her uncomfortable by being mute, so he settled for small talk.

"Besides sleeping, nothing much," she returns, hugging her arms around her midsection in habit.

"Sounds like a good plan."

"Emm mmm," she mumbles her agreement.

Silence overtook once again, neither said anything as they pulled up to a currently red traffic light. Fitz looked at her through the corner of his eyes, taking in her appearance. It was clear to see that she was an extremely beautiful woman, from the tight cork screw curls that graced her head to the pouty lips she possessed. He couldn't deny that he was secretly attractive to her. That was the case, ever since the first day she was introduced as their new paramedic. He remembered the summer day like it was yesterday, he'd came to work that morning more bubbly than he usually was – thanks to his recent promotion. He'd worked his butt off in California as a volunteer firefighter before he'd made squad. When he'd transferred to Chicago he was well on his path to becoming a fire Lieutenant. It didn't happened as fast as he thought it would, but three years after transferring, he was able to work in the capacity of a fire Lieutenant. His promotion happened the same week that Olivia Pope had started working with them.

He remembered sitting at the makeshift dining table, doing a crossword puzzle when Chief Beene entered the room with the petite woman alongside him. She was dressed neatly in her navy and black uniform, she looked to be no more than eighteen years of age, which he'd come to know wasn't true. She was beautiful with her hair secure in a tight bun, the short Chicago Summer made her brown skin aglow.

Fitz didn't take his attraction for her seriously, casting it aside as a simple appreciation of her beauty. He knew beautiful women and she was right on top with the best of them. At first he was able to talk to her as a normal colleague but overtime that became hard, and that's when he started distancing himself.

It wasn't long after she'd started working there that he'd realized she was much more than a pretty face. The kind tenderness that she portrayed to each and every one of her coworkers was refreshing to see. It wasn't a front that only lasted for a week until she was no longer a rookie, but a continued genuine trait of hers. He was in awe of her and the way that she took care of the people she'd came into contact with during emergency calls. The patience and empathy she displayed towards people who'd found themselves in unfortunate situations, was enough to make his rigid heart soften. She may not know this but she's the reason why he now puts more of his heart into his work. Don't get him wrong, he always did his job to the very best of his abilities but he did so with emotional reservations. Going against better judgments, he found himself caring for the people he rescues, hoping and wishing them well long after they were out of his care. Some days thinking about the homeless person he'd rescued one time from out of the Chicago River or the little boy he'd rescued from an abandoned mining pit. His job was his life, it was his way to feel like he was making a contribution to society after many years of feeling as though he was a nuisance to it.

He wasn't always a conscious person, there was a time in his life not that long ago when he did what he pleased, and consequences be damned. But there came a time for him to put aside childish ways and become a man. That time was five years earlier when he'd received a phone call from the Weiss Memorial Hospital, telling him that his mother was dying and she requested his presence. Fifteen years of anger and hatred for her, melted away as he bought a one way ticket to Chicago. His life change tremendously that May. The carefree bachelor was no longer.

"Shorewind Towers," Olivia's voice breaks him out of his reverie.

"Got it," he replies as he turns down on Shore Drive.

Silence continues to envelope them as the journey to her apartment complex was coming to an end.

"This is me," Olivia announce once they'd pull up in front of the skyscraper.

"Thanks for the lift," she begins to reach for the door but Fitz stops her.

"I got it," he tells her, leaning forward to reach for the door. The scent of his body wash immediately fills her lungs, thanks to the close proximity of his body. His right arm slightly brushing against her clothed breasts in the process. She could feel his bicep outline through the black jacket, taking note of how sinewy it feels.

Once the door was swung open, Fitz returns his upper body to his side of the truck.

"Thanks again," she gives a nervous smile, feeling slightly flushed from the brief encounter.

He stares at her and gives her a toothy smile, "no problem. Uhh… If you're not doing anything tomorrow," he pauses scratching the back of his head as though he was nervous about something. "If you're not doing anything, can we meet up for lunch to strategize?"

Olivia thought, how cute he looked nervous, like a little boy and not the big virile man he was.

"We can do that. Where do you want to meet up?"

"I can pick you up and we can go to Novak's."

Olivia thought about it for a second, going over the pros and cons. It was nice that he offered to pick her up so she wouldn't have to catch public transport.

"Sounds good. Just give me a call or text when you're leaving," she replies after much consideration.

"I will. Have a good day, Olivia," she almost faltered when he called her by her first name since he'd always called her Pope. Him saying Olivia, was sort of doing things to her. She told herself, she needed to get out of his truck before she says or does something embarrassing.

"Same to you, Lt." And with that she steps out of the truck, only turning to retrieve her duffle bag from the middle seat, and found Fitz already extending it towards her by the single long strap.

She smiles her gratitude and proceed to collect the bag from him, their fingers accidentally touched and it sent a jolt of warmth through their bodies. Both conscious of what had happened, simply smiled at the other without acknowledging it. Olivia closes the door to his truck and waves him a good bye before turning and walking towards the entrance of her building. She could swear that she felt eyes on her, but was too afraid to look back and confirm whose it was.

Fitz watches her until she disappears in to the building. He didn't know why after two years, he was allowing his feelings for her to finally get the best of him. For the past two years he was able to control it and keep it at bay by remaining distant. Now his walls were crumbling and it all started when he'd requested for her to work alongside him for this year's toy drive. He told himself that her dedication to her work and her consideration for others was why he'd chosen her, which was three quarters true. But a quarter of his reasoning was reserve for a small minuscule area, where he wouldn't easily admit that he wanted to get to know her.

At the end of the day, it didn't matter because he would never pursue her. She didn't need him and his emotional baggage. At least that's what his mind tells him.

Gathering his thoughts, he finally pulls back into traffic and heads towards his quaint house that his mother had left for him.


First thing on Olivia's duty at the end of a work shift, is to take a long shower. Even though she'd normally take one at the firehouse, she retakes one at home – washing her hair in the process. For her entire life she'd had long thick natural curly hair, on special occasions she would get it blown out but most times she simply wore it out in an Afro or up in a bun. A bun was definitely her go to style for work. Once she'd finish her shower and washing her hair, she would get dress in something comfortable, then head to the single chair in her bedroom that overlooks the street – when she'd found her seat, she would begin parting and twisting her hair into medium sized two strand twists with her Unyevu butter. When the arduous task was completed, then and only then would she go looking for something light to eat. After eating, she would go to the land where only dreams exist. Olivia would spend all day sleeping after being awake for a full 24 hours. Her curtains were always closed to keep out the daylight and her cellphone kept on silent as to not disturb her.

After close to ten hours of sleep, she would finally resurrect from the land of dreams to cook herself a decent dinner. After cooking, she would find something to watch on Netflix, which in most cases she spent more time searching for a show or movie than watching it. She'd just started watching Breaking Bad, the acclaimed show that everyone kept raving about. It took her about 5 episodes to actually get into the groove of it. She still had small reservations about it, since it wasn't her normal fare when it comes to TV shows. She was more of a Mindy Project kind of TV watcher. After being so alert and vigilant, experiencing the most gruesome life events that could happen to people while doing her job, she just wanted to come home at the end of a shift and just be. Be all that she could be in her small but very frugally stylish, one bedroom apartment. It was her safe haven from the harshness of the world.

She yawns as she waits for Netflix to load the first episode of the second season of Breaking Bad, her phone chimes once then twice – signaling an incoming text.

Grabbing her phone from the couch, she looks at the screen to read the message.

Abby: Pope, on my way to get you. We're going to Molly's tonight. Be there in 5.

Olivia chuckles to herself at Abby's frankness, there's no way she was leaving the warmth of her house to go to a bar. Looking up at the clock on her cable box, she sees the time as 10:30. She's definitely not leaving her house so late to go to a bar with Abby and Stephen.

Olivia texts back: Already in bed.

Abby: Then get out of bed! You're not getting a pass this time. Be ready in thirty minutes!

Olivia: I'm serious, I don't feel like it.

Abby: Grant is going to be there. ;)

Olivia: And what does that have to do with me? She replied, even though the thought of seeing him again, especially outside of work was appealing to her senses.

Abby: Just thought that you would be interested since you two have become such good "friends" last shift.

Olivia rolls her eyes at her phone screen, leave it to Abby to blow things out of proportions.

Olivia: Please stop.

Abby: Stop what? o_O

Olivia: Insinuating things.

She didn't know why she was becoming so defensive but she didn't want Abby start blabbing about it and next thing you know, Fitz hears about it. She needed to nip the rumor mill in the bud.

Abby: I'm sorry, Liv, I didn't mean to offend you. Seeeee this is why you need to relax. Come out and hang with us. I know you're always blowing us off but come out pleaseeeee. I promise to not make out with my best friend.

The last part of Abby's text made her smile, and yes she realized that she does need to relax more but that was something she found very difficult to do. Letting out a long sigh, she decided to have the Tasmanian she devil pick her up.

Olivia: Ok Abbs, you can come get me.

Instantaneously she receives a reply from Abby: Yayy!

Olivia puts her TV on pause and mentally thinks about what she's going to wear. She was so not preparing for a night out with her hair in twists, it was a cute hairstyle but it absolutely made her look like a teenager rather than the 25 years old woman she was.

After mentally selecting a pair of black skinny jeans and a white sweater top that she'd scouted from Marshalls two Saturdays ago, she clears her dishes from the table and went to get ready.


Fitz could say that he had a wonderful day of rest. After he'd gotten home from dropping Olivia off, he made his way to his next door neighbor to collect his dog. He could honestly say that he was one of those people who misses their pets when they'd been gone for more than a few hours. Bubba was important to him because he was the only living being that he was able to express his toxic emotions to. Being the strong guy that everyone expected him to be, he wasn't afforded moments to be vulnerable but with Bubba, he was able to share his darkest of feelings and be reciprocated with a loving bark.

Slipping the lanky tween an extra $20, Fitz collects his dog and heads to his house. It wasn't anything special, a simple two story three bedroom house. The interior was pretty much the same way his mother had left it. He'd made some repairs to it throughout the years and had built a swing on the back porch but that was all the changes he'd done to it. He held back from redecorating the house because he wanted to keep a little bit of his mother longer, he wanted to know who she'd become in the 15 years that he was absent from her life. It maybe trivial to some but through the years he'd learnt a lot about who Rose Grant was. From the paintings she'd left in the basement, to the recipe books she'd stored in one of the kitchen drawers, to the only white sheets she'd kept in the linen closet.

Everything had a place, and he believed that was who his mother was. Everything had to make sense and be in order for her to survive and if it wasn't, she found it unbearable. Just like his father. He was the most unbearable man to grace the earth. After being told a lie for so many years; it was both a relief and burden to be given the truth. The relief was that his mother loved him and wanted him but the burden he'd come to find out was that he was never any one of his parents' top priorities. He always came third, fourth and even fifth. Countless of times he'd told himself that they loved him in the best way they'd known how; that line of thinking assuage some of his feelings of unworthiness but only some.

Once Fitz was settled in at home, he would switch out his regular clothes for running gears. He threw on a pair of Under Armour cold gear running tights, long sleeve compression shirt and a pair of Brooks running shoes before attaching Bubba to his leash. Bubba was a very active dog, Fitz had nurtured him that way from since he was a pup. They would jog together towards the neighboring park which was approximately 2 miles each way. After their run, Fitz did a series of push-ups on the porch and finish with some stretches. He would only go to the union gym twice a week and that was to lift weights.

Afterwards he would make himself a green smoothie before showering and heading to bed. Being 30 years of age and the high physical demands of his job, he took his health very seriously. He eats as clean as possible and his body was evidence of that.

Fitz would sleep for four hours then wake up to check on Bubba and grab something to eat. After he'd been up for like two hours in between, he would return to bed for another four hours.

Later that night when he'd awoken from his second rest, he'd received a phone call from Stephen to remind him of their prearrangement to go hang out. Fitz begrudgingly confirmed their plans and prepared for the evening.


Temperatures in the low 40s, afforded Olivia the opportunity to wear a leather biker jacket and light weight sweater top. She looked casually chic with her twists pulled up in a one and meticulously pinned up on top of her head in an updo. Her face only dressed with some mascara and a tinted lip balm in cherry red.

She sat on a stool, nursing a Long Island iced tea while Abby kept strumming in her ears which potential guy she sees that Olivia could go talk to.

"Abby, no offense but I'm not interested. I don't have time for that."

"I'm not sending you to go fuck them. All I'm asking you is to not sit in a corner all night, sipping on A drink and playing angry birds. For one night not do that." Abby pleads with her friend. Whenever she was lucky to go out with her, Olivia would always be very reserve and not open. She tells her that "guys' sense when you're not open," in which she replied "good because I'm not interested." She always wondered if she was still pining away for Mario her previous boyfriend of two years but she made it clear that she held no feelings for him, and that it was dead and gone. As a matter of fact they were casual friends.

Olivia rolled her eyes at her, she didn't need to be told how to be sociable. It's not as if she would find a good guy in the bar. Even if there was one, they came once and far.

"Stephen, is calling you," she responded instead of addressing Abby's previous statement. She points to Stephen who was talking to a brunette woman and was beckoning for Abby with his hands. They had a rule of introducing their hookups with each other so that the other would be ok with it, since they shared apartment. One strange friendship, was all came to Olivia's mind about these two.

"Do I have any lipstick on my teeth?" Abby asked, showcasing her teeth.

Olivia checks, "no you're good. Head on over to your best boyfr... I mean friend," she snickers.

"Whatever. By the way look who the cat just drag in," Abby tilts her head to the right, at the entrance of the bar, before walking off to her best friend.

Olivia turns her head towards the door, only to see Fitz walking in looking ruggedly debonair, wearing black jeans and a leather biker jacket with his motorcycle helmet in hand. She salivates at his effortless bad boy appearance. How could she had forgotten that he owns a motorbike? She didn't know what type it was but it looked vintage and he would normally ride it to work during the summer months.

She returns her eyes to her drink and begins to sip on the weak concoction of alcohol. It wasn't doing anything for her, thanks to her father who'd somehow passed down his high tolerance for alcohol to her. Granted, he didn't mind drinking the entire bar until he was buzzed.

Olivia was about to discretely pull out her cellphone and start a game of candy rush but was interrupted when someone started talking from the newly occupied barstool beside her.

"What's a beautiful woman doing sitting alone?"

Olivia internally rolled her eyes. She wasn't in the mood to play these cat and mouse games.

"Relaxing," she replied casually.

"Well I believe you can relax better if you were with me."

Ok, she was now scowling at the other man with disdain.

"No thanks," she tells him evenly, and raises her glass to take a sip from the straw – hoping that he would take the hint and back off.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The peasant asked.

"No thanks. I can do that myself."

"Ok, since I can't buy shawty a drink, can I at least get your number?"

DAFUQ!? Did he just say, shawty? Like, who still talks like that in this century? Olivia wanted to laugh in his face but refrains. What part of sitting alone sipping on her drink, minding her own business, can some people not respect? She doesn't go out of her way to disturb others and she hates when nonsensical disturbance comes to her.

"That's not happening," she tells her wannabe suitor coolly. She watches as his slimy grin turns in to a scowl. He hops off his stool and says, "You're not even that cute anyway," and with that the peasant walks away.

That made Olivia laugh, he was too pathetic to even get upset over. He was the one who approached her in attempts to pursue her but now she was no longer cute. What a fuckboy, she thought.

Olivia giggled to herself as she had no one to share the joke with. This is one of the reason she preferred to stay at home and stick her head in a good book. She rather turn the pages of a good novel than to ward off unwanted attentions from men who couldn't strum a proper sentence together. It was frustrating that you couldn't even have a simple meeting of the minds.

"Hey, didn't know you were going to be here," her thoughts were broken when the 6'2" handsome Lieutenant came up to the newly vacant barstool beside her.

"Hey," Olivia greets, and gulps when she sees his exposed throat. Underneath his jacket he wore a simple white V-neck sweater. What a coincidence that their outfits coordinate, she thinks.

"Having a good time?"

Olivia shrugs her shoulder, "I guess as much fun a bar could be."

"That doesn't sound like too much fun," he teased.

"Well it all depends on your definition of fun."

The bartender interrupts them for drinks order and Fitz orders a bud light.

"And what's your definition of fun?"

Olivia tilts her head up, studying his face to see if he was seriously asking her that but his face was stoic. Seriously considering his question she answers, "Just being. Not thinking about yesterday or tomorrow but… just enjoying the moment wherever you are… and whoever you're with. Just being…" she reaffirms.

Fitz nods in acknowledgement and ponders her answer for a couple of seconds before asking, "Was there a time you had fun just being?"

Very few memories come to mind as she reflects on her life. There were earlier days in her life when she had fun and that was mostly because of her childhood innocence.

She took a longer than normal pause, thinking about it before replying, "a week ago I was listening to James Blunt You're Beautiful Song and there's a part that says –she could see from my face that I was, flying high –"she talk sang the lyrics to him and laughed at how embarrassing she was probably making herself out to be but she continued answering his question. "I knew that version from since the song had come out but Pandora had played the explicit version and let's just say I was very startled when he used the F word in place of flying," she pauses and tries to collects herself because she was chuckling uncontrollably as she retells that moment.

Fitz looks on at her effervescent aura, gleefully. She was bubbly and beautiful. Her cheeks rosy with color from laughing and her eyes twinkles in merit. She was a beautiful vision to behold.

"I ended up laughing for like ten minutes straight," she finally finished.

"Sounds like you've learnt to keep yourself company," he blurts is observation. Only a person who was usually by themselves a lot was able to learn the tricks of being their own companion.

Olivia frowns at his statement, was he judging her for having a moment by herself. Was she that crazy to laugh at something that wasn't that funny to begin with? Oh God she felt embarrassed. Here she was feeling free to open up to him about her quirks but now she felt like she shouldn't have done so. Maybe he thinks I'm a weirdo or I'm just overreacting? She asks herself.

Fitz senses her change in mood and wonders if he was the cause of it.

"Hey, Grant! You made it." Stephen and Abby walks up to them accompanied by a brunette, interrupting their moment.

"I did, Finch. Was catching up with, Pope," he casts his eyes on Olivia.

Stephen introduced the brunette to them and the two resolved to talking with each other for the entire night while Abby was taking shots after shots until she was a giggling mess.

For the rest of the night Olivia and Fitz hadn't spoken to each other again, she felt self-conscious about their little moment and cringed every time she recalled it. Why couldn't she be cool and have cool things to say? She was always different, in which it was a blessing to be but sometimes she wishes she wasn't too different that she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Grant was busy talking to the other firefighters that also frequents the bar, catching up about life outside of work. He was mostly mute because his life besides work was very mundane and instead of talking about Bubba, he preferred to sit silently. Those that were married talked about their wives and children, and those that were single settled for conversations surrounding sports.

If Fitz was being honest with himself he would rather be home just relaxing, maybe with a beer or just his thoughts. He found silence to be refreshing to his psych. He needs that meditation to keep himself centered and grounded.

Tuning out from the conversation with a guy name Randy, he looks over to see Olivia chatting with Harrison at a high table. He watches her as she intently listens to whatever it was Harrison was saying, giving him a smile before letting out a soft laughter. She had a beautiful smile and whenever she did smile, her perfectly aligned teeth were displayed.

Fitz quickly looked away when he saw her looking in his direction. Shit! He didn't meant to stare at her for so long. The last thing he wanted to do, was make her uncomfortable. For Christ sake get it together Grant! He chastises himself. Off limits. She's off limits, he repeats the mantra in his head.

He forcefully made himself listen to Randy whine about his wife being pregnant again, making it their 5th child, like he wasn't aware of the word contraception. It was beyond Fitz but he listened anyways and fought his urge to look at Olivia.


The night was dwindling down and a lot of the patrons were leaving, Olivia was ready to do so an hour ago but her ride wasn't. Abby was still making a fool out of herself and Stephen was now exchanging spit with the brunette. She was just about ready to call a cab when Fitz approached her.

"How are you getting home?" He asks in concern. She was sitting alone by a table and most people were leaving.

Fumbling with her words, she replies, "uhh.. I came with those two" she points to Abby who was now dancing in the middle of the floor and Stephen now necking the brunette at a boot.

"Oh, they don't look like they're about to head home anytime soon. I can take you home."

Olivia hesitates at his request, "how chivalrous of you. Two times in one day," she jokes.

Fitz smirks, "it's no big deal and I'm sure you rather be at home than here."

Great! Now he thinks I'm a freak who likes to be at home all the time.

"At least I rather be at home with Bubba," he says when she said nothing.

Hearing him say that made her somewhat receptive to his offer.

After some silence had ensued, she says, "I'll take you up on the ride. Thank you." For some reason she wasn't afraid of him giving her rides. Her gut tells her that she could trust him and that he won't harm her in any way.

"Great. Let's go tell those two we're leaving," Fitz says before they went over to Stephen and Abby.

When they'd gotten outside, they approached Fitz' bike and he hands her a helmet. She tries to play it cool although she'd never ridden on a motorcycle before.

"How long have you been riding?" She asks him to get a feel of his experience.

"Since I was 16. Always had a love for bikes. Easy in and out of traffic."

"Oh," Olivia smiles her relief that he wasn't a rookie.

"You have nothing to fear. You're in great hands, I can assure you," he speaks with a smile, then taking one of his hand to inspect her helmet for proper wear. He pulls the chin strap a little snugger as it was too loose. "You're all set."

"Thanks," Olivia breathes. She was holding her breath as he stood towering over her, adjusting her helmet until it suited his liking. She played cool, hiding the effect his close proximity was causing, her heart for one was hammering in her chest.

When he'd stepped back from her, she was finally able to breathe. He slips on his black revolver helmet, the kind that covers his entire head and face. She had to admit that he looked extremely sexy with the bike, leather jacket and helmet.

She watches as he hops on to the machine and starts it up. With one click it comes to life and she could already anticipate the vibration it would send through her body once sitting on it.

"You can hop on now, I won't bite," he teased with a devilishly wicked smile after she made no moves to get on the bike.

Olivia playfully rolled her eyes and sat behind him, her body tensed as she didn't want to press her body up against his.

Sensing her unease Fitz says, "You can hold onto the bars at the side of your seat."

"Got it," she tells him loudly over the rumbling of the engine.

"Hold on tight," he warns before pulling his feet from off the ground and drives off on his Harley.

Olivia immediately panics when the bike took off with a speed causing her to jolt forward. Releasing her hand swiftly from the side handle bars, she wraps them tightly around Fitz, pressing her body close to his. She buries her face in his back and held on for dear life, terrified of the two wheel vehicle.

Fitz wasn't surprised when he felt her holding onto him tightly, he saw the misgivings in her eyes back at the bar, and was more surprised that she agreed to the bike ride.

He navigates the streets of downtown Chicago until he made his way onto her street, he had a feeling that he would be making plenty of stops on this street going forwards.

It wasn't until he'd stopped his bike completely that Olivia released him. She accepts his help to get off the bike, her legs slightly trembling. It wasn't all of that terrifying when she held onto him pretending that she was in a car with walls around her instead of a vehicle that left her exposed. She saw what motorcycle accidents looked like and it wasn't cute at all.

Olivia fumbles with shaky hands to take off the helmet, finally after a few seconds of trying she was able to do so.

Fitz watches her windswept but beautiful face. He could imagine riding around with her in the summertime, her hair flying in the wind. Off limits… he starts his mantra, halting his line of thinking.

"Thanks for the ride, Lt." She gives him a smile.

"No problem and you can call me Fitz, outside of work," he returns with a smile.

"Ok," she blushes but tries to contain it.

"Good night, Olivia," he secures her helmet on the back of his bike.

Obliging his wishes she says, "Good night, Fitz."

Spinning on her low heel boots, she makes her way into her apartment building and just like earlier that morning, she felt eyes staring at her but this time she was positive of whose it belongs too.


A/N: In this chapter we learned a little bit about Fitz and Olivia, their backstories and also their personalities. Both of them are sort of loners, Fitz wasn't always one. He became so after his mother died which we will delve in to later. We learned that both of them, well mostly Fitz, has been secretly attractive to Liv from since the get go but for some reason he won't go there. As the chapters rolls by we'll highlight why. Liv is now having an epiphany when it comes to him. She's the girl that has been in the same class with a boy for a year but only recognizes him at the end of the school year. Lol. But with her, there's also reservations.

Just know they're going to be friends first before they become lovers.

Off to Stephen and nutty Abby. I have two storylines for them but I need your help deciphering which one to choose. Either I'll go with the brunette being Mellie that's a whole loco situation by itself or the brunette being some random. Your choice and from there I'll know where to take Abby and Stephen.

Finally, Fitz owns a bike! Hell yeah! Woo.

PS: this chapter was not supposed to be this long but I couldn't stop myself. Off to go write an update for Family First.

Have a Happy New Year! I wish you a year of prosperity, love, health and happiness!

See you in 2015! Haha