When Olivia woke up she noticed that the spot next to her was empty - checking the time she saw that it was 8:25am. It was Wednesday morning and she slept over at Fitz's place. Liv decided to get up and use the bathroom and freshen up.
Walking down the staircase barefooted and in one of his shirts, she heard him talking on the phone. Liv followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen and by the looks of it he had prepared breakfast for both of them. She got herself some bacon, eggs and toast with a glass of orange juice as she waited for him to finish his call. He was already dressed and it dawned on her that he mentioned having an early meeting today.
She ate her breakfast in silence while watching him pace up and down during his phone call.
"Sorry about that. Good morning baby." Fitz rounded the counter to cup her face in his hands and gave her a big smooch.
"Morning. You shouldn't be stressing so early in the day."
"I'm not."
"That phone call had you pretty tense." Liv retorted and he tipped his head forward, resting their foreheads together as her eyes softened. "Everything okay?" She asked.
'Yeah it's nothing major, don't worry. Just some incompetent people working on my nerves."
Liv got up and gave him a tender hug. Stroking his cheek she brought his head downwards for an open-mouthed kiss. Quickly their tongues dueled and his hands slid down to her bum giving it a firm squeeze. They got so lost in the moment until Fitz's ringtone pulled them apart. He looked at the caller ID and sighed before answering the call. "Hello. Okay. Yes, I know. Good I'm on my way."
He pocketed his phone and turned his attention back to his beautiful girlfriend in front of him. "I have to go." He groaned. "I don't want to though."
"Babe you have to. Besides, I have to get ready for work as well."
"We could've had a little fun..stupid meeting." He said petulantly.
"You're cute. C'mere." She gave him a lingering kiss. "Now go."
"Walk me to the door?"
"Oh my god you're such a baby."
"Come on Livvie." Fitz begged.
"Leave before you're late for your meeting." She turned to walk back upstairs. However she knew he was still standing there watching her walk away so she unbuttoned the shirt she had on and dropped it on the floor without looking back for his reaction.
"REALLY!?" She heard his voice booming behind her and she really couldn't contain her laughter.
"Goodbye Fitz."
"I'll get you back for this Livvie."
Around midday Liv made her way to Fitz's office to surprise him. She had phoned his secretary beforehand to make sure his schedule was clear.
"Miss Pope." Cindy greeted as Liv approached her desk. "You may go through to see Mr. Grant. Uh I um, I like your dress..it's really beautiful."
"Oh, thank you Cindy." Liv said politely walking off in the direction of Fitz's office. She knocked first before poking her head inside. "Excuse me I'm here to see Mr. Grant." She said flirtatiously earning a wide grin from her boyfriend.
"Please come on in."
Closing the door behind her and making sure to turn the lock, for privacy, Olivia walked briskly over to him and plopped down sideways on his lap. "Is there any cameras in here?" She asked before giving him a chaste kiss.
His eyebrows creased together. "Yes, why?"
"Mr. Grant.. Don't you think we should continue where we left off this morning?"
Seductively she traced his lips with her thumb then moved her hand down to his groin making him gulp.
"You mean when you were naked and I couldn't do anything about it?" He asked coyly.
"Well now is your chance to do something about it."
"Livvie.. Are you sure? Here?"
She lowered her head and kissed him with urgency. "Yes. In this chair, on your desk, on that couch, against the wall.. I want you here, now."
His arousal grew as her breathe tickled his ear while his breathing became quicker. He was so turned on right now. His one hand moved up to cup her breast, giving it a gentle massage. "What about the camera's?"
"If you feel like giving your agents a show..fine." Liv said while working on loosening his tie.
"I'm not sharing you with anyone. Give me a minute, I'll turn it off real quick." He said seriously and got up.
Olivia reclined against his desk. "Is it done?"
Fitz focused his gaze on her. "Yep, so Miss Pope. . Where should we start? My chair? The desk? The couch?" He smirked wickedly and caged her against the edge of his desk.
Liv turned her back to him and pushed her ass into his bulge. "Unzip me." And so he did. Gently and enticingly he unzipped her dress, letting it drop to the floor to reveal her incredibly fine physique.
She turned to face him and was met with a smile. Fitz ran his hands up her back in a teasing manner and into her hair. Her body's physical response to his touch always left them both in awe. He made her melt. Fitz had a good handful of her hair so he tugged her head forward and kissed her with a fiery passion. The soft moan which escaped her lips made his dick twitch. He pressed their bodies closer together making her feel him..she had him so hard and they haven't even started yet.
Amidst their kiss, Olivia removed his belt and he had unclasped her bra. They needed to catch their breathe so they pulled apart but never broke eye contact. Fitz removed his shirt and she ran a hand over his hard chest and chiseled abs down to his bulge.
"So we're doing it on the desk?" He asked playfully as he stepped out of his pants.
"Damn sure we are." Liv winked at him and attacked his mouth once more.
45 minutes later the two of them were extremely happy and satisfied while getting dressed. Good thing Fitz had an adjoint bathroom to his office for them to get cleaned up. They had sex all over his office and it was incredible.
Fitz zipped her up before nuzzling her neck. "I love you. I'll never forget bending you over on that desk. It's not even up for debate no more, my office is now officially better than yours."
Liv chuckled heartily as she turned in his arms while fixing her hair. "Your office is disgusting, you had me squirting on your couch."
Fitz closed his eyes and groaned. "Mmm that was fun. Can we do it again?" He was only partially joking.
"Absolutely...not! C'mon let me fix your shirt." She giggled while smoothing out his shirt and adjusting his tie. "There." She reached up to peck his lips. "Now you look decent again and not like you just fucked your girlfriend's soul out."
"It was that good wasn't it?" He gloated earning a playful groan from her. "You know.. You were pretty loud Livvie."
"Your secretary probably heard, ugh. Isn't there another way out of here?" She joked.
"Nope you'll have to do your walk of shame out of here." He laughed and circled his arms around her waist. "I'm kidding, you'll be fine."
"No but really though babe we were in here for a while behind closed doors. Even if she didn't hear us she'll definitely know."
"I don't see the problem. You're my girlfriend not some hook-up and if you've forgotten, I'm in charge around here."
Liv smiled lovingly at him and kissed him again. "I have to go. We both have work to do."
"I had an amazing time. This was a nice surprise, thank you."
"You're thanking me for sex?" Liv asked teasingly.
"Are you trying to be funny?" Fitz asked and started tickling her sides. Liv squirmed in his arms and her uncontrollable laughter brought a bright smile to his face.
"Fitz stop!" She laughed.
Once her laughter had subsided he looked into her eyes. "I was thanking you for showing up here, for this spontaneous afternoon, for brightening up my day and hell, why not thank you for the sex? It was damn good."
Liv had a goofy smile covering her cheeks. "You're so sweet. I love you baby. C'mon, walk me out."
"Do you have to be at work right away or can we sneak off to grab lunch?"
"That would've been lovely but unfortunately I really have to get back. How about we go out for dinner later?"
"Okay, dinner it is." Fitz said smiling at her and took her hand in his as he led her out of his office.
Liv gave him a quick hug and entered the awaiting elevator. "See you later handsome."
"Bye Livvie."
xxx
"Well look who it is. Hey Liv, long time no see."
Olivia got out of her seat to give the bubbly woman a hug. "Hey Julia, sorry work has just been a little hectic lately." She smiled apologetically as she slid back into her chair.
"Oh no worries I get it, believe me. But other than work..how've you been? Is that brother of mine still treating you good?"
"I'm good thanks and yes, he's wonderful."
"Good. So listen, with Fitz's birthday coming up in two weeks, Ryan thought we should throw him a surprise birthday party. Nothing major. What do you think?"
"I--" Liv was cut off before she could get another word out.
"Oh! You guys don't already have plans do you?"
"No Julia, we don't I was actually having a bit of trouble trying to figure out the perfect way to celebrate his birthday. The party should be fine."
"Yeah but if you want to do something special with just the two of you that's fine Liv, really."
"We can still celebrate on our own. Go ahead with the party, I'm sure he'll appreciate it."
"Are ypu really okay with it?"
Olivia smiled. "Yes, really." She assured Julia.
"Well okay then. I'll let you know when and where we'll be getting together to discuss the details. Is that okay?"
"Of course."
"Great. Oh, speak of the devil. ." Julia laughed lightly when Fitz walked up to the table.
He gave her a brotherly hug and proceeded to take his seat. "I was just using the men's room, why are you bothering my girlfriend?"
"Oh shut up, Liv and I were just catching up. Stop being selfish and share her with the rest of us for a bit why don't you? She was my friend before you came along."
"You know I've never liked sharing." Fitz replied cheekily.
His sister just shook her head with a chuckle. "Anyway, Liv we should make plans some time soon."
Liv nodded. "Definitely. I'll text you and we can figure something out."
"Great. You guys enjoy your dinner, and I'll send a special dessert your way."
Olivia and Fitz thanked her as she left them to their dinner.
After dessert, which was lovely by the way, Fitz reached across the table and took Liv's much smaller hands in his. "Hey Livvie, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
Fitz brought her hands to his lips in a kiss. "Move in with me."
Liv stared at him after the words left his mouth. He was on the brink of panicking when he noticed a soft smirk play over her lips. "Pretty sure that wasn't a question." She said.
"Okay let me rephrase." He grinned. "Will you move in with me?"
"I didn't hear a 'please' in there."
He couldn't help but to laugh at her humour. "Will you please move in with me?"
"Are you sure? I mean have you given some thought to the idea of us living together?"
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure.. But if you feel like it's not the right time I'll understand. I mean it's--"
"Fitz." She cut him off.
"Hm?"
Liv smiled radiantly. "Yes, I'd love to. I want to."
"You do?"
"Absolutely."
"I love you." He whispered as they met halfway across the table in a sensuous kiss. "So when can you move in?" He asked as their lips parted.
"Easy tiger. Moving actually takes time you know."
"Of course, I'm just excited."
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh. Waking up next to you every morning? Priceless."
Liv was so happy in that moment. She was happy and in love - an indescribable feeling.
They left the restaurant and went back to Fitz's place seeing as it was still early. Upon her request it was decided that he'd drop her at home later since she had not been there in two days...and she had to go and see if Talia actually managed to keep the place clean and in one piece.
The couple chatted casually as they walked into the building of his penthouse, however Fitz slowed down as he saw a familiar face. The man was in the building lobby and looked to be admiring the architecture. The man must've been waiting for him. Pfft, of course he was waiting for him. Once upon a time they were great pals and neighbours before Fitz's family moved after the death of his father.
"Mr Grant, you have a visitor." The guy at reception informed him.
The familiar man also served with Fitz in special forces. When Fitz left special ops, he stayed and that's how they sort of lost contact.
His body language and his eyes didn't read danger or trouble so Fitz let his guard down. But he did look somewhat..desperate? Or was that urgency?
"Fitz!" He sounded friendly.
Olivia looked surprised at this unknown man and then at Fitz.
"Troy." Fitz smiled back and accepted the manly hug. "What are you doing here?"
"If I had your number I would've called first but you know. ." He said lightheartedly.
"How did you know where to find me?"
Troy, as Fitz identified him, didn't answer and Fitz knew this wasn't just a casual, friendly reunion. Meanwhile Olivia has been standing there in silence looking back and forth between the two men.
Troy then cleared his throat and stepped aside which indicated to Fitz that he wanted to talk - privately.
Fitz rested his hand on the small of Liv's back and walked them over to the elevator. "Baby go ahead, I'll be up there in a minute."
Olivia didn't know what was going on and she sure wasn't going to question him then and there. She trusted her man.
"Okay." She stepped into the elevator but he tugged her back and gave her a reassuring kiss.
Once she disappeared behind the metal doors Fitz nudged Troy over towards the other elevator leading them to the underground parking garage where they entered Fitz's car.
"So, are you going to answer my question? How'd you know where to find me? We haven't been in contact in a very long time." He said looking straight ahead.
"I thought you'd be glad to see me man."
"Troy.."
"Our mothers stayed in touch unlike the two of us. So I asked my mom to tell yours that I wanted to catch up."
"I see. So.. What is keeping you busy these days?"
Troy chuckled. "A lot!"
"That's good, keeps you out of trouble." Fitz said jokingly.
"I heard about your company. I'm happy for you man."
"Thanks. Where do live now?"
"Los Angeles."
"Oh.."
"Yeah, I just got to New York two days ago."
"I thought you would've settled somewhere else.. You always said you'd like to live in London or Amsterdam."
"There's still time right? Hey you didn't even introduce me to your lady."
"Considering you just showed up here years later and out of the blue looking like you might've picked up trouble somewhere?"
"Yeah okay and I wouldn't say I picked up any trouble, trouble came to me. She's beautiful though, your lady."
"Oh I know. Now how about you tell me why you're here and stop deflecting."
"Recently something shocking has been brought to my attention."
"Care to elaborate?"
"After special ops I took some time off you know, to just be a normal person again. So instead of staying in Colorado I moved to LA and stayed with my cousin Brock. After a while, with my degree and the help of a few contacts, I opened up a small computer and technical support business."
"And you're enjoying it?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Anyways so my cousin Brock, he works as a freight handler for Olsen Express."
Fitz nodded. "They provide road and sea freight services."
"You've heard of it?"
"The owner is a well known businessman, I've read a few articles about him and his success."
"Keith Olsen."
"Yeah. So what's the deal here?"
"Two weeks ago he never returned home from work. At first it didn't bother me, I mean I just assumed he was putting in an extra shift but eventually I became a little concerned because surely he would've let me know if he was working that late. I phoned him and there was no answer so then I contacted his friends and they said that he wasn't with any of them. I then called Olsen Express to ask about him but all they told me was that he left there after his shift had ended.And Brock would never go out on his own, he'd always ask a friend or someone to join him so it was odd you know."
"I see, so then what happened?"
"I let it go. I figured that he's a grown man and he'd show up when he wants to.. But two days had passed and his buddies came around the house to check on him because they haven't heard anything from him and that's when we got worried. We went to the police and I reported him missing. On the third day of his disappearance a blonde girl showed up at the house. She told me she works at a diner where Brock frequented and he gave her this envelope to hold on to and according to her if after two days he didn't show up to retrieve this envelope from her than she should deliver it to the address written on the back - our address."
"So what was in it?"
"Information about what's going on behind the scenes at Olsen's Express. The info states that Olsen is in business with some big Mexican cartel boss named Rafael Lozano. His freight company smuggles Lozano's drugs and ammunition into the United States."
Fitz's eyes went wide. "Really?"
"Yep, I couldn't believe it but it's legit, Brock had notes of entries that he made regarding every delivery that he was a part of. There was also a letter from him in which he explains everything; that he had been working at Olsen Express for 3 years and then one day he got promoted to this shady side of the business because he had been so loyal and trustworthy over the years. So I'm assuming not all the employees are aware about this other side of Olsen's Express. So yeah, finally he built the courage to go up to his bosses and wanted out, he wanted to quit but they wouldn't allow it - Olsen wouldn't allow it."
"So instead they got rid of him."
"I can't proof it but obviously they had something to do with his disappearance."
"I'm just a little confused, where do I fit in?"
"I want to stop Olsen. The world deserves to know about the kind of man he really is."
"Okay and I'm sure the authorities can help you with that."
"Dude, okay look I scanned the notes. I have 'em on my phone, take a look." Troy scrolled through his phone before handing it over for Fitz's perusal. "According to Brock's findings Olsen's got some people in high places in his pocket - authorities, politicians, businessmen, so you can understand why I'm hesitant in going to the police with this."
Fitz quickly went over the notes."You do know that it won't be easy to nail them. I'm sure they cover their tracks..or there's people who cover it for them anyway my point is, you'll need bigger and better help especially with Olsen's status and power. . Plus his involvement with this cartel boss. This isn't in my lane."
"Fitz of course you're the guy for this I know you've got some capable agents working for you. You wouldn't have recruited them otherwise. So just get a team together to help me find out what happened to my cousin and bring Olsen down in the process."
"You're making it sound so easy. This isn't the kind of thing we do at my company, my agents didn't sign up for this. I can't expect them to just be okay with something like this. And what happens when Olsen realises that there's someone after him huh? We could probably take the fight to them but that cartel boss wouldn't think twice to put a bullet in our loved one's."
"Fitz come on man, surely you're not okay with Olsen's shit?"
"No of course I'm not. Wait, do you even have a plan, how are you going to take down a whole cartel?"
"...I'll think of something but first I wanna know what happened to Brock."
"See that's not.." Fitz looked up into the roof to calm himself. "Going against the likes of those people is dangerous and you don't even have a plan?"
"Are you helping me or not?" Troy asked with a bit of an attitude.
"Troy this is big. I don't think I'm the one to help you with this. I know a guy in the FBI, I can set a meeting up for you."
"I'm just not too sure who to trust since Olsen's got so many people on his payroll. That's mainly why I came to you."
"This guy is cool, I've known him for quite some time."
"I trust your judgement so if that's your word then I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it a try but it's going to have to happen soon."
"I'll see what I can do. Listen Troy I should get back to work."
"Oh yeah right, of course. Hey I'm sorry for intruding but I had to talk to someone."
"It's okay I understand. You know, it was actually good to see you Troy."
"Same here Fitz." Troy said giving him a small smile and parted ways with his childhood friend.
Returning to his penthouse Fitz found Olivia stretched out on the sofa with her eyes closed.
"Tired?" He asked quietly as he made himself comfortable sitting down and placing her feet in his lap.
"Little bit." Liv said in the same tone and kept her eyes closed but she could feel him staring. "What?"
"Nothing." The smile in his voice evident.
Liv opened her eyes and gazed at him. "So, who was your friend?"
"My friend is Troy. We became friends at a young age, they lived next door to us. Dad died, we moved, I didn't see Troy again until we both got into special ops."
"And after that? I only ask because you two didn't exactly look like two friends happy to see each other."
"I then left the special forces. He on the other stayed on so we lost contact again and just outgrew each other I guess..."
"Okay."
Fitz pulled her up and onto his lap as she giggled. "Why don't you just stay over." He said and made the cutest pleading face.
"Babe-"
"Please?"
Liv gave him a chaste kiss. "Soon I'll be here permanently but I can't stay tonight baby."
"Okay fine."
Liv smiled and pulled his face into her chest as she hugged him tightly. "Fitz?"
"Hm?"
"Is Troy a bad guy?" He could hear the seriousness in her voice.
Fitz sat back and locked eyes with her. "What makes you think that?"
"Just..well you just said that you guys used to be friends yet you didn't introduce us and I don't mean to judge but he looked a bit dodgy."
"Hey. Don't think too much of it, okay? He's not a bad guy it's just that he didn't show up here to catch up.. It was a bit more serious, as in he needs my help."
"Oh I see."
"I would never allow any danger near you."
"I know and I love you for that."
"You're really not staying over?" He asked cheekily which made her laugh.
"I've spoiled you but no. C'mon take me home mister."
xxx
The next day right after work Fitz drove straight to Liv's. He was exhausted. After going through five meetings, driving out to personally meet with some clients to brief them on their safety status, doing a mountain of paperwork that he couldn't put off any longer and skipping meals throughout the day is what put him in his current state.
"You look terrible."
"Thanks Talia that's such a nice thing to say." He replied with sarcasm and walked pass her to enter the apartment.
She didn't back down and followed him. "Oh you're welcome."
Running low on energy Fitz turned around to face her. "I'm tired and you're being kind of annoying."
"Nice! See how I feel when you get a kick out of being a total ass when I'm not in the mood? Which is quite often by the way so don't get snippy with me now asshole."
"And yet I've never called you an asshole, that's rude."
"Is it that time of the month?" Talia giggled enjoying teasing him. He really felt like a big brother to her.
"Shut up, where's Liv?"
"Here." Olivia's voice grabbed both their attention. "Are you two fighting again?"
Fitz gave Talia a little nudge. "She started it."
"Says the grumpy one." The younger Pope fired back.
"Okayyy that's enough. You're both just being childish now."
"Whatever." Talia sighed and walked to her room.
Olivia stepped over towards Fitz and locked her arms around his neck. "Hey, mind telling me why you're being so grumpy?"
"I had a long day and well, she gave me a taste of my own medicine by being a pain in the butt."
Liv chuckled humouresly and stood up on her toes to kiss his lips. "I can't say you didn't deserve it because you did."
"Baby you're supposed to be on my side."
Liv pecked his lips again. "Want to tell me about your day?"
"Sure."
She lead him to the couch where he laid down with his head in her lap as she massaged his scalp.
After 5 minutes of complete silence Olivia smiled and leaned forward to drop a kiss into his soft curls. "You're not falling asleep are you?"
His eyes slowly opened. "No.. Your touch is just very relaxing." That wasn't a total lie, he did enjoy the massage but he really was about to pass out.
"So work kicked your butt today huh?"
"Yeah completely and the fact that I haven't eaten anything all day doesn't help. I think I had two cups of coffee this morning." He sighed.
"Fitzgerald! No wonder you're so grumpy. I made steak with baked potatoes and salad, there's still some left. I'll go and fix you a plate."
"Wait. Just sit here for a few more minutes."
"No I don't want you to faint from hunger. Come on, get up."
"Liiiivvie..." He whined as he felt his head drop on the couch and heard her walking away.
"You have to eat mister, get up."
Fitz forced himself up and dragged his feet into the kitchen.
"Sit." Liv instructed him and so he did. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"Coffee."
"No, how do you feel about orange juice though?"
He had to laugh. "Why did you even bother asking me then?"
"Hush it you."
"You're amazing."
"Now what kind of girlfriend would I've been if I didn't take care of my man?" She asked with a smile.
After Fitz has been well fed the couple retired to Liv's bedroom.
Olivia cuddled up in between his legs. "So, are you going to tell me about your day now?"
"Oh wait guess what I did last night after dropping you off."
"You could just tell me." She answered sweetly.
"I cleared up my photo wall."
"The one carrying all those memories, why?" The crease on her forehead indicating confusion.
"Because you're moving in with me now and I want to start new memories with you. I want our love on that wall."
"Fitz. . You didn't have to. Those were some of your best moments that you remember and share with your family and friends."
"But I already have better ones with you."
Liv slightly bit the inside of her cheek. "You didn't remove it because you thought having a picture of April up there would be I don't know..inappropriate, did you?"
"Does the fact that you're pointing that out means that you felt that way..?"
"Of course not."
"Okay but the thought of it being a bit unfair to you has crossed my mind I won't lie."
"Fitz we've talked about it. She played an important part in your life and that was way before I came into the picture and I get it, so for you to remember her is not inappropriate or wrong."
"I hear what you're saying and yes, I loved April but that was back then and sadly she's not with us anymore but right now I can honestly say that my love for you is something I have never experienced before. I love you with all of me Liv, I really do."
"I love you too babe..very much."
"C'mere." Fitz cupped her ass as she leaned down to meet his lips with hers.
The kiss didn't last long when Liv backed away. "I thought you were sooo tired."
"Look at you trying to be funny."
"Trying? I'm a born comedian."
"Sorry to break it to you Livvie but you're not that funny." He feigned seriousness.
"Hey asshole I'm way funnier than you."
"No you're not." He said and started to tickle her.
Olivia yelped. "Okay okay okay! You're funny, now stop it." She laughed out loud.
He was about to retort when his phone started to ring.
"Answer it." Liv encouraged him and moved out of his arms.
"Hello. What? Where are you at the moment?" Fitz groaned inwardly. "Okay I'll meet you there."
"Work?"
"Sort of yeah. I'm sorry but I have to go baby."
"Okay."
Fitz cupped her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Give me a kiss."
Liv met his lips in a sensuous kiss which lasted until they needed to come up for air. "Now get outta here." She said with humour.
"I love you."
"Love you too."
xxx
"How could your guy be so reckless. He made too much noise about Olsen and Lozano and now they know we're on to them."
"How do you know this?"
"He called me saying that it's probably for the best if we let all of this go. He didn't say why, just that he destroyed all the information that I gave him so there won't be anything for anyone to connect me to the 'tip-off', yeah right I bet Olsen's guys are already looking for me. So that's it, the case is dead."
"Shit, I guess you underestimated Olsen."
"Maybe I did but it doesn't take away from the fact that your guy is a complete fuck up."
"Hey at least he didn't give up your name."
"Well it shouldn't be too hard for them to figure that out now should it? I mean they know I've been digging around to find out about Brock's disappearance."
"So what now?"
"I'm not planning on letting this go if that's what you're trying to figure out."
"I'm not- Look just don't do anything stupid."
"Fuck them man." Troy raised his voice in anger.
"Look let's just get you out of here. You're way too upset right now and not thinking clearly. We can discuss this tomorrow."
"We? So you're still in this with me?"
"Olsen is a filthy criminal. He needs to be stopped, we'll figure something out."
"Thanks Fitz."
"I got your back man except if you're planning on doing some stupid shit."
"Funny." Troy replied with a faint smile. "You can drop me off at my place."
"Are you sure? What if they come looking for you there."
"Then I'll do what I have to do in order to protect myself."
"Or I could get you a place to stay."
"That won't be necessary. Like you said, you've got a lot to lose and they are probably already suspecting me to be on their trail. I don't want to draw any attention to you."
"If you're absolutely sure then okay."
It wasn't too long until they arrived at the hotel where Troy was staying. "So I take it you're gonna be in town for a while?"
Troy nodded. "Yeah, I don't think going back to LA right now would be a good idea."
"Yeah you're probably right."
"So anyway, thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."
Troy got out of the car until Fitz frantically called him back.
"What the hell?" Troy asked confused as Fitz pulled away and drove off casually, instead of speeding off and drawing attention.
"What's going on Fitz?"
"I think you've lost your touch."
"What the hell are you talking about man and where are we going?"
He made a frown. "Really you didn't notice?"
"Are you going crazy?" Troy deadpanned to which Fitz answered more seriously, "There were two men back there watching us, well you. They stood at the front entrance which looked normal but as soon as you got out they made eye contact and started moving. Seems like you really got Olsen's attention."
"Shit." Troy turned in his seat to see if they were being tailed.
"Maybe you should reconsider going back home to LA."
"Is that them?"
Fitz looked at the car that just came up behind them and groaned with frustration. "Hold on." Then he picked up speed.
"There's only one car, do you think you can lose 'em?"
"Yes, it shouldn't be too difficult unless they start shooting at us."
Fitz whirled through the streets and around corners in an attempt to lose the car that's following them.
"Shouldn't you get your agents on the phone to bring backup?"
"I've got this." He said focusing on the road.
Fitz knew this area quite well so he killed his lights and pulled into an alley. They watched as the other car sped by.
Troy breathed a sigh of relieve. "That was close."
"Too close."
"They probably got your car's plates now man, it's not just me who's in danger now." Troy said quietly.
"You can crash at my place tonight but tomorrow we'll go to LA, it's for the best. I don't want them here in New York near Liv and my family. We're going to have to act quickly in taking Olsen down before they get to you."
"Got it."
"Good, let's get out of here."
xxx
Fitz and Troy were currently being escorted to the airport by his agents, two of which will accompany them on their flight. He had already contacted his Los Angeles based agent to set everything up for them, meet them at the airport and take them to the safe house.
He wanted to go to Olivia last night to tell her that he would be going away for a couple of days but he didn't want to take the risk of possibly being followed again. So he called her this morning but she didn't pick up.
Fitz took out his phone and tried to call her again, to his relieve this time she actually picked up. "Hi, I called earlier."
"Hi baby I know I'm sorry. There was an emergency with one of Cyrus' clients and he's currently out of town so he asked me to deal with it."
"Oh I see. Look there's something I've got to tell you."
"Yes...?"
"I'm on my to the airport right now.. I was going to swing by last night but I figured you'd probably be asleep."
"The airport?"
"Yeah.. I'm going to Los Angeles for work."
"Does it have something to do with the phone call you received last night?"
"Yes."
"I'm surprised that you're trusting me to make use of public transportation with your absence." Liv said jokingly to which Fitz chuckled quietly.
"Oh now that you've mentioned it, I'll get one of the agents, Rob, to be your personal driver. I'm sending you his number."
"Fitz I was joking." She laughed.
"Babe you know I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Wait I usually just use your car, why do I need a chauffeur now?"
"Uhh.. Um.. Well it's just a better option for now."
"You know what I think? I think while you're away I should just go and buy my own car. Actually I should've done it a long time ago."
Fitz objected. "Livvie that would unnecessary."
"How long will you be away?" Liv asked not wanting to go back and forth on that topic right now.
"I wish I could give you a definite answer but I'm honestly not sure." He heard her sighing heavily. "Livvie I know you're probably worried but you don't have to, I'll look after myself."
"The last time you came back from a trip you had gunshot wounds so excuse me if I'm getting a little worried over here."
"Hey. . Don't do that. ." He said gently.
"I will always worry about you Fitz."
"I know that but you should know that I'll always come back to you, maybe not always in one piece but I'll be there with you."
Liv went silent on the other end of the line which is why Fitz decided to lighten the mood. "Are you in your office right now?"
"Yes, why?"
"Can you give the phone to Violet please."
"What?"
"I would like to speak to your secretary if that's not a problem."
"Why?"
"Someone's gotta keep an eye on Adonis while I'm gone and I'm trusting her to do so."
"Oh my gosh! And you know that's not his name Fitz."
"I'll call him whatever I want."
"His name's Andre not Adonis and why should Violet be keeping an eye on him, I can handle Andre we actually work quite good together." Liv said through her laughter.
"Little Adonis is a fool and he's in love with you."
"Fitz! He's not in love with me." Her laughter increased and that made him smile. Her laughter will always be music to his ears.
"The man has the biggest crush on you and you know it so are you going to let me speak to Violet or not?" He asked jokingly.
"No."
"Fine, I'll just call your office number then." He retorted smartly.
"You are so ridiculous. I'm gonna have to speak to Violet about what the two of you are doing behind my back."
"You won't get anything out of her, I've trained her well."
"She's been working for me since the beginning, I know where her loyalty lies."
"Yeah with me."
"Uhh no." Liv quipped.
"Ask her then."
"Oh I'm definitely asking her." There was a small silence when Liv spoke up again. "Hey are you really worried about Andre though?"
"I'm not worried, he doesn't stand a chance with you but that doesn't change the fact that I don't really like the guy."
"You're cute. Hey I'd like to talk some more but work awaits."
"Okay. I'll call you again whenever I get the chance."
"I love you, please take care of yourself Fitz."
"Will do, I love you too. Goodbye Livvie."
"Goodbye babe."
xxx
"This place looks quite fancy for a safehouse." Troy commented as they walked up to the house.
"Yeah well we aim to offer the best services possible."
When they entered the house there were three men in suits who was not Fitz's agents. Troy looked confused at their presence and turned to his friend. "Fitz what is this? Who are they?"
"I received a phone call last night, it appears us reaching out to the FBI didn't go to a complete waste." Fitz answered earnestly.
"You must be Troy." The tall man said and stepped forward. "I am special agent Moore. My team has been suspecting Olsen of some shady dealings for some time now and when we were made aware about your tip-off it was a really vital step in our investigation."
"Uh..okay."
"Yeah, him being in cahoots with Lozano is...big. Look we want to nail this guy as soon as possible and we want you and Fitz to be on board with this operation."
"If you were on to Olsen for so long how did you not pick up on his illegal trafficking?"
"We've been keeping tabs on him yes but only on the business front, like possible fraud or corrupt deals, that sort of thing. I feel like an idiot now that we didn't approach it from all angles because if we did we definitely would've uncovered this."
"So the investigation is happening for real this time? Because our previous attempt failed miserably."
"My team and I have been able to keep our investigation quiet so far because we know the kind of power and influence Olsen has. No one else within the bureau knows about it and we'd like to keep it that way until we expose him."
"Well then I'm in. Olsen is a pig."
"First we'll watch the movement at his company warehouse, we will have to wait until a shipment comes in. We can't make any mistakes, if we fail to catch him now I don't think there'll be another opportunity to do so. Troy I assume the pieces of evidence that you've handed over to the department was copies of the original documentation?"
"Yes of course."
It was now Fitz's turn to join in on the conversation. "Troy isn't there a schedule in Brock's notes of delivery times?"
"Yeah yeah we could use that, I mean if they just replaced him with someone else then the times should still be the same."
Special Agent Moore nodded encouragingly. "We should definitely look into that but for now gentlemen I suggest you get some rest. There's some hard work laying ahead of us."
"Thank you Agent Moore."
"No, thank you. . and I hope we can find out what happened to your cousin."
After a well rested night, Fitz and Troy were up bright and early and waiting on Agent Moore so that they could set their operation in motion.
They spend the entire day devising a plan to nail Olsen and his boys. According to the schedule that Brock's notes provided them, there should be an incoming shipment tomorrow night. Agent Moore's men had the warehouse under surveillance.
"Sorry I've gotta take this." Fitz excused himself from the men to take an incoming phone call.
Troy glanced over at Agent Moore and asked, "Are we sure Olsen will be there when the shipment arrives? I mean maybe he has someone to oversee things on his behalf."
"He'll be there. He has to. I don't think he'll trust anyone that much and besides, Lozano would have his head if something went wrong so he has to be present." Agent Moore said confidently.
"Do you think this operation will be a success?"
"I want it to be so we won't go easy on him."
"So what's the latest from your surveillance team?"
"Nothing alarming but his security is tight."
"I say we just drive in there, no fucks given."
"Maybe not the best idea." Fitz chuckled as he joined the men. "Give this one a gun and a couple bad guys and watch him go crazy." He said to Agent Moore while pointing at Troy.
"So my team will go in and I will send you a signal if we need backup." Agent Moore informed Troy and Fitz who both nodded in agreement.
xxx
"You ready?" Fitz asked Troy as they strapped up their bulletproof vests.
"Yep."
They were in a shipping container together with the FBI team. At the moment they were just waiting for the shipment to arrive.
About 2 hours later at 11:30pm, the team picked up on movement which indicated that the shipment had just arrived.
"Alright keep the surveillance camera's rolling. Let's allow them time to carry out the cargo before we surround them." Agent Moore instructed before talking into his mouthpiece, "Team 2 are you in position? Great. On my go you start moving."
Team 2 was instructed to provide cover for team 1 when they move in on the target.
"I've got eyes on Olsen." One of the agents announced.
"So far so good." Troy whispered to Fitz.
"He seems to be unarmed. I count 3 armed men by the entrance, 4 securing the perimeter and 2 guards overseeing the unloading of cargo."
"There'll definitely be more once you move in." Fitz commented.
Agent Moore watched the footage for a few more minutes until he made his call, "Okay here we go people let's move!"
Troy and Fitz watched on as the agents scurried out to surround Olsen and his men, catching them in possession of what hopefully is drugs and ammunition.
They watch the confrontation play out on the monitor playing the surveillance footage.
"I can just tell by his body language that he's being arrogant as fuck right now." Troy remarked nodding in Olsen's direction.
A few minutes pass and they watch as Olsen's men step back giving the agents access to the crates.
"This is a bit too easy." Fitz said as he folds his arms across his chest.
His words were barely cold and then it started. Everything happened so fast. Men came shooting out of the warehouse as well as from the roof. Agent Moore's cover team did their best to hold off the men exiting the building while he grabbed Olsen.
"Is this our cue?" Troy asked.
"Not yet. They're doing a good job in holding them off and Moore has Olsen."
*boom An explosion went off and the air was covered in smoke.
"Fitz I don't know about you but I'm going in. At the moment we don't have eyes on Moore and Olsen and I'm not okay with that."
"I'm right behind you."
"Like old times." Troy offered him a quick smile.
"Let's do this."
Amidst the rapid gunfire, the duo carefully navigate their way through the smoke and flames. They hid behind a large wooden crate, crouching down to avoid being spot.
Finally Agent Moore's voice sounded through their earpieces. "I need backup. Olsen slipped out of my hold and headed into the building."
His team reported that they were trying to secure the cargo while fighting off Olsen's men so Fitz and Troy went to provide immediate backup.
"Moore what's your position?" Fitz asked.
"East, going up the stairs to the offices."
"Okay Troy and I will split up and search for Olsen."
"Whatever you do please make sure he does not leave this building!"
"Got it."
"Alright Fitz I'll from the left." Troy said looking at the big space which held several equipment, consisted of lots of aisles and sortation centers. There were boxes everywhere and a lot more other working material.
"Sure." Fitz ventured into the aisles.
Nothing.
He walked to the back where the forklifts were parked and looked around.
"Fitz behind the crate!" He heard Troy yell and turned in that direction to find a big burly guy come at him.
The two got into a fist fight and he pushed Fitz into crate with such an impact that it broke. When Fitz was on the floor he spotted Olsen fleeing and making a beeline for the back exit. Troy saw this as well and chased after him.
Fitz was quickly back on his feet and picked up one of the planks, shattering it over the burly man's head.
Shots were fired at Fitz and Troy as they chased after Olsen. Agent Moore joined in and covered the two men in their pursuit. The sounds of a helicopter could be heard once they got outside.
"We need him alive!" Agent Moore shouted over the gunfire as he saw Troy taking a shot at Olsen.
"Well we won't get him at all if he makes it to that chopper!" Troy yelled back.
Olsen dived over the hood of a parked car to take cover.
"Troy! I'm out of ammo. Cover me, I'm getting that asshole."
"No Fitz that's too dangerous."
"There's only two of 'em in the chopper, hold them off and I'll be good."
"Or I could just put one in Olsen's head and end it all."
"Man come on! On the count of five, do you have my back?"
"Alright fine, okay. I got you, go."
And as agreed upon, on the count of five Fitz sprinted across the surface. He was about halfway to the car when Olsen jumped out from behind it and ran to the awaiting chopper which was several feet away.
Fitz picked up his pace and tackled Olsen to the ground. They wrestled as Fitz tried to pin him down. Eventually after the struggle Fitz had him in a grip and held him down. The chopper took off and Agent Moore and Troy ran up to where Fitz was.
"Was all this gunfire really necessary man?" Moore asked Olsen as he clicked the cuffs on him. "You just had to cause a mess."
"I want my lawyer." Olsen grunted.
"Shut up."
Agent Moore informed his team that they had detained Keith Olsen and that they had to make their way out of there.
Fitz took off his gear as Agent Moore walked up to him accompanied by Troy.
"Look I'm so glad that I've brought you two on this operation. Are you sure you're not interested in being field operatives?"
Fitz laughed and shook his head. "No thanks man, my job is enough to keep me on my toes."
"Troy?"
"Sorry but I'm gonna have to turn you down as well. I think Fitz and I has had our fair share of excitement."
"Alright... But if you change your minds you know where to find me."
Again Fitz chuckled. "Not likely, we're too old for that anyway right Troy?"
"Definitely."
"Hey I get it, but thanks again to both of you."
The men got into their respective vehicles as the convoy of four SUV's formed up to escort Olsen to headquarters.
They made it onto the highway when the sound of motorcycles and a helicopter could be heard.
Olsen's men.
"Call for backup!" Was the call from Agent Moore.
Cars were swirling around them. Shots were being fired and the motorcycles surrounded the convoy.
The helicopter landed up ahead, blocking off the road.
"Sir..." The driver leading the convoy waited for instructions on their next move. Tension were clearly ratcheting up.
Instructions were given; take out the four gunmen on the motorcycles.
They did it successfully but was caught off guard when shots were being fired from the helicopter blocking the road up ahead of them. The bullets from the machine gun caused all hell to break lose.
The convey came to a standstill using the front vehicle as a shield. Good thing they made use of armoured vehicles.
They had to figure out a plan and quick. Losing Olsen now was not an option.
Troy looked over at Fitz. "We could just put a bullet in his head and end this whole thing." He said with a serious face.
"That won't guarantee us making it out of here."
"Well why isn't there any word from Moore? What's his next move gonna be because there's a fucking machine gun in front of us and it's firing nonstop."
Fitz just sighed.
"These are lightly armoured vehicles, we can't just stand here." Troy persisted and Fitz grew irritated.
"Troy just-" He was interrupted by the voice of Agent Moore coming through the radio.
"Turning around isn't an option right now. We need to get to headquarters. All vehicles will proceed ahead at full speed. We will take a few hits but our chances are good at getting past that chopper if you follow my plan.." Moore continued to give instructions as everyone listened.
The convoy started moving. Hand grenades were thrown towards the helicopter as a distraction and at full speed the convoy drove through the tail of the chopper causing it to swirl uncontrollably.
Agent Moore lashed out when backup notified him that they were 15 minutes away. 15 minutes too damn late. Those were his words.
Still he gave them their current location just in case they found themselves in another ambush.
They made it to their destination without any other hassles.
Pulling up in front of the building the agents exited their damaged vehicles and surrounded Olsen as they escorted him inside.
In a matter of seconds though they were completely blindsided as on of Agent Moore's righthand men pulled out his gun and yanked Olsen away. He pointed his gun at his superior, Agent Moore and advised him to tell his men to stand down.
"What the hell are you doing!? Have you been dirty all this time? How much is he paying you?" Agent Moore wanted answer but all he got was an evil smirk.
"There are hundreds of agents inside who will take you down, how far do you think you'll get?"
"No Agent Moore I think we'll get away just fine.. You know why? Because your bosses inside of that big building, they all have a price." Olsen said with a smug look on his face which disgusted everyone.
Fitz ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I can't believe this shit." He grunted and Troy was fuming next to him.
"I have a gun."
"What?" Fitz asked in the same hushed tone.
"I have a gun. If you cause a distraction I can take the shot."
"Troy.."
"It's the only way Fitz. You heard him, he'll pay anyone off. He's basically untouchable."
Fitz thought about. "Okay"
"Okay?"
"Do you want me to change my mind?"
"Uh no, no."
"Good but we're doing this my way."
"What?"
"Just hear me out."
They moved closer to one another as Fitz let him in on his plan.
Moments later Fitz pushed the agent standing in front of him to the ground, then another which caused some havoc and confusion so Troy swiftly pulled out his gun and took the shot. He shot the corrupt agent first then another shot went off and Olsen hit the ground while trying to get away.
Everyone was in shock looking at him.
"Sorry." Troy shrugged at Agent Moore who gave him a death stare.
"Did you just.."
"Got rid of the problem? Yes."
"No. If I wanted him dead it would've been done by now!"
"How were you going to build a case against him if he's got your bosses on his payroll?"
"Give me that damn gun." He snatched it from Troy and handed it over to one of his other agents. "I would've figured something out, I don't give up that easily."
Fitz pulled Agent Moore aside and spoke in his ear. "Stop freaking out Olsen's not dead."
Moore stood back looking at Fitz with pure confusion.
"Before Troy shot him in the shoulder I hit him with a tranquilliser. We just made it look like he killed him. My men will be here shortly to remove his body from the scene. You have your man Agent Moore, I'll just hold on to him until you figure out a way to get rid of all those dirty agents inside your bureau otherwise you won't stand a chance."
"I.. I um.. don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything just play along."
Moore looked over his shoulder at Troy who gave him a slight nod.
"Thank you Fitz. I knew things wouldn't be easy but this turned out entirely different than what I imagined."
After reading a text on his phone he looked up, "My guys are here. I'm going to get Troy and we'll be on our way while they take care of Olsen."
"Okay. Keep me updated."
Fitz turned to walk away. A few steps in he caught a slight movement from the corner of his eye and turned his head in that direction. His eyes grew wide with concern. The agent that Troy had shot earlier managed was somehow still semi conscious and was reaching out for his firearm which he held on to and pointed it towards Agent Moore.
"Moore! Get down!" Fitz shouted but he received a perplexed stare from the agent. "Get out of the way! Move!"
Fitz ran to push Agent Moore out of the way when the shot went off.
Troy made sure to get it right this time and finished off the corrupt agent then hurried over to the two men on the ground. There was blood but from his point of view he couldn't make out who was injured.
FBI agents attended to the two men. "Sir are you okay? Sir?
With the silence the tension build as they waited for an answer. Troy couldn't take it and went to help his friend up.
"Fitz, you good man?"
He couldn't stand properly as Troy held on to him and realised that the blood belonged to his friend. Fitz was shot.
"Fitz hey man, Fitz look at me." Troy lowered him back down.
Agent Moore came over rubbing his head which he bumped when Fitz tried to push him out of harms way. "Troy what's happening, is he okay?"
"I don't know he looks in so much pain." He looked up at the man standing over them. "It looks.. it looks bad. He's losing a lot of blood too."
"He saved my life." Agent Moore said just above a whisper.
"Fitz come on man don't close your eyes. Hey! Stay with me."
"Where's his vest?" One of the agents could be heard asking.
After detaining Olsen at the warehouse Fitz took off his bulletproof vest seeing as the mission was over.
Fitz was breathing heavily as he tried to stay conscious. "Li.. Liv." He breathed out just before his body went limp in Troy's arms and his eyes closed.
"FITZ!!"