2 days later.
Fitz woke up at 5 am in the morning, showered, dressed and ate then headed to Olivia's room to wake her. He swiped his all access keycard and let himself in her room.
She was sleeping quietly, wrapped from head to toe in a fluffy white comforter.
"Get up!" He yelled from across the room.
Olivia jumped up, she turned to see who was in her room and ended up rolling off her bed and falling flat on her stomach on the floor in her socks and underwear and a t shirt, which was usually all she slept in. She grabbed the sheet and covered herself and turned around the see who it was. She was surprised to see Fitz standing on the far side of the room.
"You've been cleared for training, get dressed and meet me in the training area in 10 minutes."
"Seriously?"
She looked over at her clock.
"It's 5:30 in the morning and this is my room, you can't be in here."
He liked hearing her accent and he found her little fumble off the bed amusing, especially the fact that he saw her ass in a thong but his face or tone didn't show that.
"I can be wherever I want; now get your ass up and be ready in 10 minutes."
He turned and walked out without bothering to close the door.
"Arsehole," she said loudly hoping he would hear.
Fitz stopped mid step, he was looking for any reason to give her a hard time.
"Did you just call me an asshole?"
"I didn't say anything, I think maybe in your head you think you heard that."
As amusing as he found her snarkiness, his countenance didn't show it.
"You have 10 minutes," he said, then walked out,
She breathed a sigh of relief and secured the comforter around her body and ran to close the door. She quickly brushed her teeth and showered then she got dressed in the clothes Abby gave her; black nylon leggings and a long sleeve shirt and sneakers. It took her a half hour to get ready then head to the training center to find Fitz at the bench press with Zeus at his side.
"Commander?"
He didn't acknowledge her, he just continued to do his set.
Zeus ran over to her and demanded attention so she knelt down and rubbed his back. He was a huge dog, he was almost her size but for a dog that seemed so intimidating, he was friendly; at least to her.
Fitz seemed to be in no rush, she thought he was going slower than usual to annoy her so she decided to 'poke the bear'.
"You know, you and your dog kinda look alike."
Fitz almost dropped the weight on his chest because a laugh got stuck in his throat. He lowered the weight on the bar and sat up. Olivia bit her lip and stood up.
Fitz cleared his throat.
"You are 21 minutes late."
He stood up.
"So you can jog 21 minutes on the treadmill before we begin."
"What?"
"22,"
"Wait what?"
"40, do you wanna keep going?"
She huffed but didn't say anything.
"Good, the treadmill's over there, get to it," he said dismissively.
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the treadmill. She set the speedometer as she jogged slowly.
Fitz had her on the treadmill for almost an hour and he was surprised that she stuck through the entire exercise. He expected her to complain or quit but she didn't, she only stopped a couple times to drink water. He decided it was time to take her off.
"Okay, that's enough."
She slowed the treadmill down until it came to a stop then she hopped off. She was drenched in sweat.
By now, most if not all the Deltas had emerged from their quarters to begin their day.
A typical day at the base entailed of an early morning workout session, midday intelligence briefing, afternoon training session and then they had the evening to themselves.
"There are two 5 pound weights sitting on the floor by the wall over there, do 100 arm lifts and squats then let me know when you are done."
She nodded and headed over to the wall to do her sets. Fitz was about to head back to his office when he glimpsed Mellie glaring at Olivia and walked over to her.
"Get it off your chest."
She sighed.
"Why is she here? She is a civilian, she clearly can't fight, look at her, she's tiny, she looks like a freaky little toothpick."
Fitz chuckled.
"She can shoot."
"We all can shoot, we don't need her here, all I see her as is a liability. Since when did recruits get scouted to team 1."
As Fitz listened to Mellie, he had an idea.
"You should train her."
Mellie chuckled.
"That's funny."
"No, I'm serious."
Mellie's dropped her mouth open slightly.
"Nope, I'm not training her,"
"I'll train her in the morning, help her gain some muscle and get fit and you can train her in the afternoons, teach her how to fight but more importantly tell me if she knows how to fight but is pretending she doesn't."
"Why would she know how to fight?"
"Exactly, she's suppose to be a civilian so it makes no sense that father is gunning for her to be here, if she's had training and can fight then I'll know that she's lying about who she is, our guys vetted her and found nothing but I didn't really think they would. Tell me if she fights like someone who's had training and then I'll know where to go from there."
"It doesn't make sense, if she doesn't want us to know she can fight, she just gonna keep pretending she can't."
Fitz smiled.
"Even when you're fucking her up, if she can fight eventually she's going to her angry and retaliate."
"As much fun as it will be to kick her ass, I really don't wanna do this," Mellie insisted.
"Well actually it's an order so you are doing it."
"Abby was with her yesterday, why can't she do it."
"Because you're a better fighter and clearly you despise her, I think that will make for pretty interesting training sessions," Fitz quipped.
Mellie rolled her eyes and stormed off, Fitz wasn't sure where she was going and he didn't follow. He heard Scott and Jake snickering behind him and headed over to them.
"What so funny? He asked with a chuckle.
"More Mellie drama, what's wrong with her now?" Jake asked.
"She wants to fuck you so bad, she had a little and now," Scott teased, "now...she's obsessed."
"That's not why she's upset, she doesn't want Olivia here," Fitz answered.
"Yeah, why is she here? She clearly isn't military," Jake said.
"Because she can shoot."
"Yeah but she can't do anything else, can she?"
"Look, she's here until I can get rid of her alright."
Fitz came off a little more defensive than he intended.
"I'm not mad she's here, in fact the longer she's here the better, me and Scott just made a bet to see who could hit it first," Jake said as he chuckled.
"You guys made a bet?" Fitz asked.
"We sure did and I think I'm gonna win, do you wanna get in on it, it could be a three way," Scott said excitedly.
"Seriously? A bet? No, there is no bet, she's off limits and Jake you're like 34, you're a little old for bets like this."
"Why? You never usually care if we sleep with anyone here?" Scott asked.
"I don't but she's not one of us, she's off limits...at least until I can figure out what the fuck is going on."
"Okay dude, calm down, she's off limits," Scott said with hands up.
"Great," Fitz said as he walked away.
Scott and Jake looked at each other knowingly.
"Is the deal still on?" Jake asked.
Scott laughed.
"Hell fucking yeah it's on!"
Jake laughed and shook his head. They looked over at Olivia who was quietly doing her set by the wall.
"Look at that ass man," Scott said as he laughed.
"Scotty, Scotty, scotty, you're so juvenile, you don't fuck a woman like, you make love to her."
They both laughed and continued joking back and forth.
By the time Fitz got back to Olivia, she was finished with her set.
"Is there anything you can do?" He asked.
She looked up at him.
"Excuse me?"
"What can you do?" He asked again.
"What can you do?" She retorted.
"Are you going to answer the question or keep asking me questions back?"
"Are you going to keep being a condescending arsehole?" Olivia said defiantly.
Fitz had the urge to laugh at her fit of anger, especially the way she said asshole but thought better of it, by now everyone turned their attention to their conflict.
Fitz inched closer to her.
"I'm the commander here and you are no one. You've barely been here three days and already, you're think you run shit?"
He turned around and walked away.
"Do 10 more sets." He threw over his shoulder.
"No!"
"No?"
He turned around.
"No!"
Fitz was taken aback by how defiant she was, at times it was amusing but now she was seriously challenging his authority and he was annoyed.
"Do it no it now or we're done here and you can leave."
Olivia as much as she wanted to stand her ground she really couldn't risk getting kicked out, failure wasn't an option for her.
She grabbed the weight and got in position to do her set.
Fitz smiled.
"That's more like it."
Fitz stood over her as she did her set and once she was done, he asked her again.
"What can you do?"
She sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Any talents, anything that makes you unique?"
Olivia pondered for a moment.
"I'm a pretty fast runner, I practice gymnastics so I'm pretty fluid, I medaled at the junior olympics in swimming and I speak 4 languages."
"Can you fight?"
"My father made me take self defense classes when I younger, I'm not a great fighter but I know that if I kick someone in the balls, I'll probably make it out of a fight alive."
Fitz nodded.
"Eat something and meet me in my office in 15 minutes."
He walked away before she could reply, which she thought was rude but she was sort of getting used to his behavior as much as she hated to admit, it was kind of amusing, watching him grunt around like a spoiled brat.
She headed to the cafeteria which she had to ask around to find because they had her quarantined in her room for two days and brought her food whenever she need it. She ate an apple and drank orange juice and then asked for directions to his office from the cafeteria. When she arrived he wasn't there.
"Ugh….god, where is he now?" She said loudly.
Fitz walking into the office simultaneously, he had a scowl on his face.
"Sit."
She walked to the chair in front of his desk and sat down.
"Are you this rude to everyone or is it just me?"
"Just you," Fitz said curtly.
Olivia pursed her lips and smirked.
"Why did you need to speak with me?"
"You are 5'4 and weigh 104 lbs, you'll need to gain at least 20 lbs so I'm putting you on a strict training regiment, we'll begin at 6am with resistance and muscle training, Mellie will help you with offensive training and Akio will help you with defense and target practice. You must consume at least 2,500 calories per day."
Olivia chuckled.
"Don't pretend you actually plan on taking me on missions, I know you're gonna have me training for as long as you need until you can find a way to get rid of me, I'm not daft."
Fitz smiled.
"Good, so I don't need to keep up this farce then, I'll keep you busy until I can get rid of you."
Olivia shook her head and stood up.
"So that's your plan, you seriously are an arsehole."
"Call me an asshole one more time and see how fast you'll find yourself back to wherever the fuck you came from."
Fitz stood up and leaned over on his deck and stared her down, he cocked his ear towards her, waiting for the word.
Olivia knew she leaving wasn't an option but she really couldn't stand his condescension. She leaned over, so close that their faces almost touched and stared him down just as fiercely.
Fitz smiled winningly breaking the tension that had filled the room and Olivia leaned up and stepped back. He really had a charming smile and she struggled with finding him handsome and charming, at times, as much as she couldn't stand him.
"You can watch us train today, tomorrow you'll to train, you might as well be doing something if you're here."
"Fine."
"Great, I'll meet you in bay 08, with all the other deltas in..." Fitz checked his watch, "28 minutes, close the door on your way out."
Olivia nodded and walked out, leaving the door wide open. As she walked, she turned and looked back to see his reaction and saw a slight smirk on his face and wondered what it meant...