Bang! Bang! {Part IV}
Fitz and Olivia enter the bunker he leans against the wall with his hand in his pocket rubbing her torn damp panties. She walks over reaching inside his suit jacket to retrieve his handkerchief. She places one stiletto covered foot on the couch and wipes away all evidence of her time in the Oval from the inside of her thighs. She has Fitz's rapt attention. She approaches him and returns the handkerchief covered with the wetness only he can create to his inside pocket.
Their sex chess match is interrupted by the whoosh of the heavy, automatic metal door and a parade of the guilty: Cyrus, Hollis and an extremely pregnant Mellie.
"What is this all about?" Cyrus inquires peering between the two of them for a clue.
"Yeah…Good to see you up and about Fitzy 'ole boy," Hollis greets jovially.
"Am I being paroled for good behavior," Mellie sarcastically spews.
Olivia gives Fitz the side-eye. You married her. He glances back. I have suffered enough.
"We are here to close the book on Defiance," Fitz announces to the room. He lifts his hand to halt all stammering and nervous fidgeting, "Save the denials or well rehearsed excuses and lies. We have the hacker's laptop and the voting machine SIM card-justice will be served today," he commands.
"Cyrus, we will schedule a press conference to announce your resignation to spend more time with your family which includes a new baby. James deserves his happy ever after. Do not attempt to contact Charlie. He no longer takes your calls. We have eyes on you so make smart choices. The statute of limitation has not expired on Amanda Tanner's murder," Olivia threatens politely.
"Hollis, the Cytron murders and attempted assassination requires more concrete consequences," Fitz explains. "All of you assets are frozen or have been seized. A FBI agent will escort you home and attach your ankle bracelet to monitor your house arrest for the foreseeable future." He pauses and gestures to the agents entering the room as scheduled to remove both men.
Mellie sweats profusely and her heart races. She decides to play the only card she has left. The card Olivia does not have. "Fitz, I am the mother of your children. I could give birth to your son at any moment," she dramatically rubs her belly.
Olivia takes a seat on the couch and crosses her legs. Here we go…
"Really," he nods his head up and down slowly. "Where was all this concern for the father of your children when you were helping Hollis make sure my life was taken?"
"I never agreed to death…it was only going to be a wound you could survive to increase your political capital to declare war," she confesses in an effort to save herself.
Fitz holds his hand up to keep Olivia seated. She is going to kill Mellie with her shoe just like she promised.
"Since you introduced the topic of the children…" he points to the sealed envelopes on the metal table. "I have completed paternity test for Gerry and Karen as well as paternity request for 'America's Baby'," he allows the unspoken question and doubt to linger.
"Do not be ridiculous," she scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"No matter at this point. Please sign the divorce papers in the folder to your left. We will not announce until the re-election launch," he directs.
"Never," she shrieks.
Olivia stands abruptly, "You are stupid but not completely ignorant."
"Door #3: Treason and attempted assassination is enough for the rest of your days to be lived behind bars."
"Door #2: Exposure as a nasty, dirty, skank with multiple baby daddies; one of which was your father in law. That information will require you to leave the country to escape the scandal and relentless ridicule."
"Door #1: An amicable divorce that allows you to fade into obscurity and saves those innocent children from embarrassment and shame."
"Pick Bitch," Olivia snaps.
Fitz returns his hands to his pockets in an attempt to hide his prominent erection. Look at her fine ass in action. I am glad this bunker is sound proof.
"Let me guess, your whore gets away with treason because she holds all the magic of the universe between her thighs," she fights back.
"The only whore in this room is you and you will be held accountable for every one of your short-sighted, idiotic, filthy choices. Now, I can only assume your comment was directed at Liv. She is the 'whistle blower' entitled to immunity under federal regulations. So please, stop wasting time and sign the fucking papers," Fitz roars his chest heaving with each breath he takes.
Olivia grabs his wrist and checks his pulse. His heart pumps at a frantic rate fueled by rage. She points to the couch, "Sit," she commands. He falls into the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose as he takes a deep breath.
"I can assemble the press in the Briefing Room within the next twenty minutes and answer all their questions based on doors number three and two combined. Sign the papers Millicent," Olivia's eyes pierce her in place.
Mellie looks at her and realizes the guilt and shame she manipulated or leveraged to her advantage so many times before no longer exists. Their bond is sturdy and solid. The cracks of doubt and mistrust have been filled by the truth. They are on solid ground, side by side, facing every battle united.
"Give me a pen," she whispers in defeat before taking labored steps toward the door.
"One more thing…we have eyes on you too. You can be fitted for an ankle bracelet at any time. Lastly, do not try to use those defenseless, innocent children," Fitz hisses.
The door closes and Olivia kicks off her shoes and snuggles into Fitz, "One Minute," she requests.
He lifts her chin and kisses her tenderly, "Every minute," he declares.
