"What exactly are we doing?" Quinn asked. She and Olivia were at a park, watching some blonde woman with a dog.

"Just watch." Olivia walked up to the woman; complimented her dog and basically blackmailed her into doing what exactly?

Quinn couldn't help but think what the hell did I sign up for?

"Why the hell did she hire me? Olivia must get hundreds of applications a day. I mean, what about me that she picked to stand next to her as she decimated some girl walking her dog?" Quinn was busy ranting to Huck.

"You're here because you worship her. You want to be her. You think if you're near her, if you stand in her light, then you'll finally do stuff that matters. Because you need to believe that there's something greater than a 9:00 to 5:00 crap job, that there's a higher purpose, that your life has meaning, because the world feels big and you feel lost. Am I right? Olivia Pope fixes things. That's who she is. You need fixing. I don't know your story. I don't need to know. We all have a story. Everyone in this office needs fixing. You're a stray dog and Olivia took you in. Don't question it."

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Olivia paced back and forth in her office, wondering if she should even call Cyrus about Amanda's dog. She shouldn't, it was stupid. This whole case was awkward for her, but this was her job. She couldn't let her personal feelings get mixed in.

She checked her phone. Unknown: 1 missed call and voicemail. Something told Olivia that she should listen to the message. "Olivia, it's me A-Amanda, I'm telling the truth I swear, I even quit my job. I- I need to see him and this is the only way I can. Amanda became more hysterical towards the end of the call. "He'll come if I-I'm hurt right? He- he's a good guy." The voicemail ended.

Quinn was waiting for her at the hospital. "What happened?" "She slashed her wrists; there's no press sniffing around and a nurse told me that her dad's flying in tomorrow. She didn't say anything to anyone besides me."

"Good okay, I'm going to need you to stay with her." "You said to trust your gut. My gut says she's telling the truth."

"She's not because I know the president." "Okay, it's just that she was going on about some secret room off the Oval Office where they've met. I've read about the White House and there is a little room."

Olivia knew that room. She and Fitz used to meet up there. There weren't any cameras, they'd been careful after they'd almost been caught in the Oval. "If you read it, she read it. People are crazy. They get fixated on famous people. They stalk them." "But I don't think she's crazy because she tried to kill herself, but she didn't want to die. She called you after she did it because she wanted him to find out she was hurt and come see her. She thought he would do that. She was going on about how he'd come and call her "sweet baby" and everything would be fine.

"Well in English Doux Bébe means sweet baby... I'll know there's hope." Fitz made her mistrust her gut. Olivia looked at the ring, she pulled it off and put it in her pocket. She had been so convinced that Amanda was wrong. Olivia had to see him, no, she needed to see him.

Cyrus was busy informing Fitz on the president of France when Olivia walked in. "Livvie this is a surprise." Fitz smiled at her. "We're going to need the room, please." "Sir you're going to have to give the toast in 10 minutes... maybe you could find another time...?" "We need the room." Cyrus left without another word, probably mumbling about how stubborn Fitz is. "Sweet baby?"

Fitz swallowed the last remnant of his drink. "You left me." He doesn't dare mention that he knows why she left him. "Because you're married, because you said that you wanted to dedicate yourself to your marriage. You're the leader of the free world and I wanted you to be a better man. I wanted you to be the man I campaigned for, helped get elected and I voted for." Fitz moved closer to her, and had subconsciously reached out to touch her when—"Don't touch me" Their faces were inches from each other's.

Olivia didn't look at him, knowing that if she did, she wouldn't be able to look away. "Look at me."

His voice whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver slightly as she steals a look at him.

"Did you give her that dog?"

"Livvie"

"Did you give her that dog?"

"I love you"

Olivia turns away from him, her voice breaking as she pushes him away from her. Fitz stumbled back slightly, caught off guard. "I believed you. You clouded my judgement. You made me mistrust my gut because I wanted to believe you. I destroyed that girl, she tried to kill herself." She was crying now, Fitz wanted to make it better but he was lost for words. He couldn't possibly explain himself so he did the one thing that he hoped could explain it. He kissed her.

For a brief moment, Olivia allowed herself to kiss back. They broke away quickly when the door opened but they were too late, Cyrus had seen.