A/N: Hello all! Hopefully I will have updates coming after you more & more, as it is the end of the semester! Yay. Okay, so someone said that they were a bit confused in the last chapter and I'm sorry for that! I just had so much to unload in one chapter, but I assure you, I will try to slow it down. If you ever have any questions, just pm me or put them in the comments and I'll pm you. Also, I'm so grateful for every comment, I read every one and it inspires me to write more, so keep them coming. Happy reading! XOXO

Chapter 9 - Camp David

"You can dance with me or you can get off my dance floor.

I am fine dancing alone."

- Olivia Pope

"Me, you, baby bump, and Camp David. This weekend, what do you say?"

"Fitz, I don't know, it's too risky."

"I need to go there anyways to finish my speech for next week. Join me, please Livvie?"

"Fine. Two days."

"I'll have a car come get you Saturday morning, bright and early."

I could hear the smirk on his face through the phone. He knows the power he holds over me. It is somewhat possessive, but just enough to exhibit my free will. Like I had a choice in the matter… I will always choose him.

I go to work every day, normal as ever. Although, there is nothing normal or conventional about my job. That is why I love it. I don't do normal, I don't want to sit in an office day on end, doing paper work. That's not for me.

It is now Friday. The day of my appointment and the day before I go to Camp David with my Fitz. Kind of feels like Christmas morning. I'm excited to get the check up on my baby, as well as see Fitz uninterrupted for 48 hours.

I walk into the OBGYN's office. Since Dr. Gomez is just my family physician, I had to find a new doctor, specifically for the baby and delivery. I researched for hours on a discrete, yet trustworthy doctor. Plus, someone who is exceptional at their job. That was Fitz' only request; to have the best of the best for me and our little peanut.

After 30 minutes of waiting, I am finally called back. They tell me to undress from the waist down and put on the pink, paper gown. "The doctor will be right in."

I hop on the cold, paper-covered examination table. I have always hated the lady doctor. So invasive.

The doctor comes in, "Hello, Ms. Pope, I am Dr. Garcia. I see here you see my sister Dr. Gomez?"

I said trustworthy. The sister of my long-time physician and friend, seemed like a good fit. When I said I researched, I meant it.

"You can call me Olivia and yes, that's correct."

"Your chart says you're about 8 weeks, is that right?"

"Yep. That's right."

"Alright, well we're going to do the transvaginal ultrasound today. We're going to see what your little jelly bean is looking like so far, sound good?"

"Sounds good. Will I be able to hear the heartbeat or is it too early?"

"It could be too early, but let's see what we get."

"Well, I kind of want to wait on hearing the heartbeat for the father, is that okay?"

"Of course! I'm here to accommodate you, Olivia."

Everything looked good. The doctor measured the baby and confirmed that I am only carrying one baby. Thank goodness. I didn't even register the possibility of having more than one in there.

I tried to call Fitz while I was walking out, but there was no answer. I decided I would just give him the ultrasound picture and tell him I wanted to wait on him to hear our baby's heartbeat.

I was trying to put my wallet back in my purse when a strong hand grabs my arm and shoves me into a black SUV. The SUV begins squealing off when I look around in the utmost confusion.

FITZ' POV:

Inviting Olivia to Camp David this weekend was one of the best decisions I've made this week, excluding the peace talks in the Middle East.

I feel like I'm at the top of my game now. Knowing Liv is carrying my child, we have a plan, and I get to spend this weekend with her. I couldn't ask for anymore.

I haven't spoken to Mellie in several days since her outburst and my intolerance for her. I'm glad. I don't need her ruining my high. Olivia is like a drug to me. I only need a little bit to be over the clouds. With the job I have, it's a wonder I'm not on drugs. Although, the scotch helps.

Finally, Friday evening. I am going to Camp David tonight, where I will wait for Olivia to come in the morning. Mellie is off at a Women's Advocacy Campaign in Minnesota this weekend. Just me, Liv, and of course my agents.

I arrive at Camp David, where I have requested no cooks or maids this weekend. No need to have more people here than I need. Liv and I can handle ourselves. It will be just like the dream I often have.

Liv and I living in a huge cabin-like house, taking care of ourselves, and growing our family. In the dream, Karen and Jerry are there as well.

I toss and turn for what feels like hours, thinking and anxiously wanting the sun to rise, to hear the car I send for her to finally be here. It's been over a week since I've seen her, but it feels longer. It feels like those 10 months I spent without her, not talking to her because of anger, then reuniting because of lust and love boiling over. The conception of our baby, it is only right that she got pregnant from that day. After years of being together, that reunion made for an ultimate, forever reunion. I drift off to sleep thinking of her silky, caramel skin being in my arms in less that 6 hours.

I wake up and make myself some coffee. I figure that Liv and I can make breakfast together when she gets here. She is supposed to arrive at 8, it is now 7:30 and I'm getting antsy. Circling the rug, wearing down the colors in it, I'm sure. If Liv could see me right now she would level me to a small child on Christmas.

But I don't care. I'm excited to spend some uninterrupted time with the love of my life.

It's now 8:20 and I realize she must've put packing off until the last minute. I hope she isn't working. That is just like Liv, to work all night long.

I see Hal pick up his cell phone as it is ringing.

He gives me a look. A serious look. And my heart sinks. I can tell in his eyes.

"Sir-"

"She's not coming…"

"Sir, the car has been at her apartment since 7:30 and Tom finally went up to her apartment, but there was no answer. He asked the super for a key to check on her after 15 minutes of knocking…"

"And?"

"Sir, she's not there. Her bed is made, her suitcase is gone, and a significant amount of clothes are missing. She's gone, sir."

"Gone? What do you mean gone? Where the hell did she go? She knew a car was coming for her. She didn't. She didn't run. She couldn't have. Everything was good with us, great even."

An hour and a half later, Tom pulls up and asks to walk in. I am slumped over on the couch, fighting every urge I have to cry.

"Sir, this was laying on the counter. I thought you would like to have it."

Tom looks at me with pity eyes and hands me a small, square, black and white photo.

I recognize the paper. Then I see what could only be, our little peanut. The top indicates it was today, must have been this morning.

Where is she? Where is Olivia Pope?

A/N: This chapter wasn't super long, but I thought it had enough drama to stand on it's own. This happened to be a Fitz centered chapter, who knew lol. Uh oh! Where is our Livvie?! So, who has Olivia? Friend or foe? Was she kidnapped, or did our dear Livvie skip town? Find out in the next chapter! As always, reviews are much appreciated and pm with any questions! Until next time! XOXO