A/N: This is a little something that's been on my computer for months. I just haven't known what to do with it. But now that I don't have an update for "You're All I Need to Get By" ready for my readers (if you haven't read it, feel free to check it out) this is a perfect time to post it. This one shot is based on the song "Cop Car" by Keith Urban.

Olivia sat picking at her salad, looking at her friends dubiously. The prospect of going to a party newly single and only having her girls to worry about sounded fun. The prospect of running into her ex-boyfriend Jake did not. She had already gotten past the bitter part of breaking up. Now it was just awkward. She said, "I don't know."

"Oh come on!" Abby scoffed. "We haven't been to a party together in months!"

"Not to mention that the chance of running into you hasn't exactly put a damper on Jake's social life," Quinn added. Breaking up with Olivia definitely hadn't put a dint in Jake's social life. If anything, it was more active.

"Say yes Liv. You need this," Abby pleaded.

"You know you want to," Mellie insisted, grinning at her friend. They were going to Harrison's hay field bash if they had to drag her kicking and screaming.

Olivia looked at her friends pleading faces. They were right. She did need to party. She hadn't been out on a Friday night in nearly two months because she didn't want to run the risk of bumping into Jake anywhere in their small Vermont hometown. She finally said, "Okay."

"The band's back together!" Abby whooped.

"We're gonna have so much fun!" Mellie gushed, bouncing in her seat. She was more interested in hooking up with Harrison's best friend Stephen, but having her girls there to wing man wouldn't be bad at all.

"I'm gonna go tell Harrison we finally got Anne Frank out of the attic," Quinn announced as she got up from the lunch table.

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"If I'd known we were gonna be walking through the wilderness, I'd have worn flat shoes," Abby grumbled as the four girls picked their way down the path cut by four wheelers to the clearing where the party was going on.

"I told you," Olivia replied. She wasn't exactly having an easy time in her wooden-heeled wedges but she was doing better than Abby in her platform stilettos.

"Plus you're gonna fall on your ass when you get tipsy," Quinn pointed out. She had worn flip flops in anticipation of drinking herself silly.

"Just so you know, designated driver doesn't mean I'm gonna pick your drunk ass up," Mellie reminded. "That goes for everyone."

"That's kind of part of the responsibilities of the DD. You're a drunk shepherd," Olivia replied with a grin. She was never one for getting sloppy, but she was definitely planning to have a little liquid fun. Tail gates and loud music greeted them in the clearing. People sat in clumps in the beds of trucks. Girls danced in the middle of the clearing, red cups raised above their heads. Guys clustered around the truck bed holding the keg and other drinks. The girls immediately bee-lined for the drink truck, grabbing wine coolers for themselves.

"Ladies, welcome!" Harrison boomed. It was obvious he was already a little tipsy from the goofy grin on his face. He looked at Olivia. "Liv! You're out!"

"I'm out," Olivia replied, laughing at his drunken elation. "I expect you to show me a good time."

"Oh we're gonna show you way more than that," Harrison promised as Stephen and a guy Olivia only vaguely recognized appeared. Harrison turned to his friends, "Stephen, Fitz, these ladies are special guests. They wanna have a good time. Oblige them."

"Good times are my specialty," Stephen said, grinning at Mellie as she smiled at him. He asked, "Would you ladies like to dance?"

"Yeah," Mellie, Abby, and Quinn replied. Olivia had barely heard him. She was too busy smiling at Fitz as he smiled back at her. He wondered how he'd never seen her at a party before, knowing he wouldn't have forgotten someone so pretty. The other girls went off with Stephen, but Olivia stayed put, her eyes never leaving Fitz.

Harrison smiled at his friends, deciding to break the ice. "Fitz this is my friend Olivia. She hasn't been out in a while." He turned to Olivia. "Liv this is Fitz. He's a really nice guy despite what most people would say."

Olivia smiled at Fitz and asked, "What exactly would most people say?"

"That I'm only a jerk when I'm wing-manning Harrison," Fitz answered, smirking at Harrison while wordlessly telling him to get lost. He couldn't believe he was finally getting a chance to talk to Olivia Pope. She was the kind of girl high school movies were made about.

Harrison took the hint and said, "Well there are women who require my attention so I'm gonna excuse myself."

"Bye," Olivia replied, taking a few steps closer to Fitz. The headlights of someone's truck reflected off her white backless sundress, making her skin glow ethereally and Fitz was again struck by how pretty she was. Harrison disappeared and Fitz leaned against the back of the truck.

"Hi," he said. Olivia's face went hot as she looked him over. He wore dark fitted jeans and a dark red long sleeved shirt. She couldn't believe she'd never noticed him, especially with such a gorgeous head of hair and chiseled jawline. He smiled at her, light dancing in his blue eyes.

"Hi," she replied, the word rolling so sweetly off her tongue that it almost sounded like she'd promised him something. She asked, "Here alone?"

"Yeah," he answered. She was probably a foot shorter than him, and at least a hundred pounds lighter. She was like a doll, petite and almost too beautiful. Her ink black hair was woven in a perfect braid tossed over her shoulder. Her eyes were chocolate brown but wide and bright with long thick lashes. She had perfect high cheekbones and plump lips that he wanted to kiss until they looked bee stung. "You?"

"Just the girls," she replied.

"Lucky me," Fitz replied with a wide smile. He had to stop doing that with his face before she jumped him like a groupie on a rock star. She desperately wanted to get her hands on that hair. It was so thick and curly, and the sun had bleached the abundant, normally espresso dark curls a beautiful sandy brown.

Olivia laughed. "Why is that lucky for you?"

"Because you're the prettiest girl here and you're talking to me," he answered. Olivia laughed again. He asked, "Wanna dance?"

"I haven't had enough to drink to dance just yet," Olivia replied.

Fitz chuckled. "Let's get you something else to drink then." He turned to the bottles lined up on the truck bed. "What's your poison?"

Olivia stepped closer, her arm brushing against his. She looked at the liquor bottles and finally picked out another wine cooler to go with the one she was nursing. Fitz smirked, teasing, "You girls and your fruity drinks."

She smirked back at him. "These are really good. Try it." She held her half empty bottle out to him.

"How do I know you don't have cooties?" he joked as he took the bottle.

Olivia laughed. "If I do, I got them from talking to you." He took a sip from the bottle. It was too sweet for him, definitely not something he'd choose to drink. But if she liked them, they were alright with him. She asked, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," he answered before taking another sip then handing her back the bottle. They sat on the truck bed and talked for a while. Olivia thought her lips would fall off her face from smiling so much. Fitz wanted to make her laugh forever. She was so beautiful with her head falling back and her eyes closed. After a while he asked, "Drunk enough to dance with me yet?"

Olivia gave a tipsy grin as she hopped off the tail gate. "Just enough."

She couldn't identify the country song playing but it had a good beat and she swung her hips to it, smiling at Fitz as he followed her into the center of the clearing where everyone was dancing. Olivia spotted Mellie and Stephen grinding against each other, and Abby and Quinn sandwiching Harrison between them. She was glad she'd come out. Even if she hadn't met Fitz, the atmosphere was so lively that she felt better than she had in a long time. She smiled up at Fitz when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against him. He didn't move much, just enjoyed the feeling of her little body grinding against his. Olivia noticed and looked back at him. "Can't dance?"

"Don't want to," he answered with a grin. Olivia laughed and pressed against him a little harder. They danced until someone started playing slower music. Olivia turned around to face him. He was probably the most handsome guy she'd ever met. Jake was cute but he didn't hold a candle to Fitz.

She asked, "Wanna take a walk down to the lake?"

"Yeah," Fitz answered. "I know a good spot."

Olivia slipped her hand into his and interlaced her fingers with his. Their arms touched as they walked down a path cut through the hay toward the lake at the edge of the property. Fitz led her to a clearing and Olivia sat on a large rock. Fitz stood between her legs and took her face in his hands. He kissed her gently, licking the taste of the wine cooler off her lips. Olivia's hands moved to his neck, fingering the curls at the nape. He licked her lips, wanting access to her mouth. Olivia obliged happily, moaning when his tongue massaged hers. She moved her hands to his shoulders and pulled him close.

"We're not moving too fast, right?" he breathed against her lips.

"Not at all," Olivia breathed before slipping her tongue into his mouth. Fitz leaned her back on the rock, his hands hot on her bare thighs. He slid them up to her stomach. Olivia moaned in his mouth, running her hands down his chest to reach his belt. She managed to unbuckle it and undo his pants with surprising quickness despite the fact that Fitz's lips were wrapped around her right nipple and breathing was a whole body task.

"Freeze! Both of you!" The teens nearly jumped out of their skin at the sound of what could only be a police officer. Fitz stood upright, giving Olivia room to sit up and fix her dress. He turned around, squinting at the blinding beam of a flashlight as he fixed his pants. Olivia peeped around him, her stomach in a knot. First party in two months and it was going to land her in jail.

The officer frowned at the teens. He was so tired of breaking up parties in the hay field that he had half a mind to burn the damn thing down. The old man who owned the property was a cantankerous tight ass. The kids never made a mess when they partied, just a hell of a racket. Most people with farms didn't mind them so long as they didn't get too rowdy, but the owner of this particular farm had a vehement hatred for the youth. The officer could remember a time when he himself was arrested for partying on the man's property, in much the same position as the teens he was staring at. He sighed, "Come on now. Let's go."

Fitz turned to help Olivia off the rock, not letting go of her hand as they followed the officer back to the clearing where a slew of police officers were shepherding kids into cruisers and collecting the liquor in boxes. Olivia shakily asked, "Are we under arrest?"

The officer looked at her uncertainly. The old farmer almost never pressed charges unless he was in a particularly foul mood, but they had to make a show of rounding the kids up and taking them all to the station to appease the geezer. He answered, "We're taking you all in. We'll see what happens at the station."

"Can I call my dad?" Fitz asked the officer. Big Gerry was gonna be pissed at having to come get him, but it was better than spending the night in lockup.

"Sure kid," the officer replied. He squinted at the tall young man, trying to place him. He asked, "Don't I know you? Haven't I arrested you before?"

Fitz froze with his phone in his hand. He looked at the sandy-haired policeman. The man had indeed arrested him before at a party not unlike this one that took place in a cornfield during Homecoming that had gotten out of hand when someone brought firecrackers. He lied, "I don't think so."

The officer continued to stare at him before it clicked. "Yeah I have. You're Gerry Grant's kid."

Olivia looked at Fitz. She hadn't pegged him for a frequent flier with the police. Fitz looked at her and smiled apologetically. "I like to party."

"So I see," she replied with a smirk. "I just assumed jocks never got in trouble."

Fitz was captain of the rugby team, something of a demi-god to all the college recruiters who were always swarming his games to meet him. He put a very flattering light of Morningside High, so he pretty much got away with murder. Having a 4.1 GPA and several scholarship offers under her belt, Olivia probably had the same cache of power, but she rarely used it.

Fitz grinned at her. She was so cute. He replied, "Well I am kind of a big deal around here. I'm not the mighty Olivia Pope though. Valedictorian, debate team captain, field hockey captain, sought by the whole Ivy League… I could go on but you get the point."

Olivia blushed. "Keeping tabs on me?"

"I always figured Ballard would screw up and let you go." Fitz smiled like a boy scout. He pulled out his phone to call his father. Big Gerry answered on the third ring. He asked, "You're going to jail, aren't you?"

Fitz couldn't help but laugh. He and his dad bumped heads a lot but they always had a decent level of understanding between them. He answered, "Yeah. We were in Mr. Doyle's hay field."

"I hate that bastard," Gerry replied. "Let me get dressed and I'll meet you down there."

"Alright." Fitz hung up and looked at Olivia. "My dad's gonna meet us at the station."

"Thank God. I really don't wanna call my mom," she replied as they followed the officer. Hollis Doyle stood in the middle of the fray, scowling at everyone.

The officer looked at both of them with a frown. "Turn around and put your hands behind your backs."

Olivia blinked at the officer and he thought she might cry but she turned and did as he asked. Fitz looked over at her. "Don't look so down, Livvie. I've done this plenty of times. It'll be alright."

"Oh yeah," she replied sarcastically as the officer linked the cuffs loosely on her little wrists. "This is exactly the kind of thing the admission board at Columbia loves."

"You're going to Columbia? Cool. I'm going to Hudson," he replied with a smile as the officer cuffed him.

"You two been drinking?" he asked as he took hold of Olivia's left arm and Fitz's right, walking them past a sneering Hollis Doyle toward his waiting cruiser.

"Would you believe me if I said we hadn't?" Fitz asked in reply.

"Don't be a wise ass kid," the officer answered as he moved to open the backseat. Fitz, knowing the drill, heaved himself into the backseat, sitting as comfortably as he could. Olivia looked cluelessly at the officer and he took her arm to steady her so she could climb into the backseat.

"This is bullshit," she whined as she struggled to seat herself comfortably. Fitz looked over at her and smiled, scooting so they were sitting closer.

He grinned at her. "Could be worse. We could've been naked when he found us."

Olivia laughed as shook her head. "I just wanted to have fun. Now I'm gonna have a criminal record."

"You're not gonna have a criminal record," the officer said as he climbed into the front seat. "It's all a big dog and pony show. We haul your insolent little asses in, make you take mugshots and fingerprints to scare you, sit you in the holding cell then send you home to your mommies and daddies with a warning not to do it again." He looked back at them. "Half the force used to party in these fields. God knows there isn't a damn thing else to do around here. But if I can offer some advice, stay off Doyle's property. He was an asshole back in our day and he's a bigger one now. His dad was the same way, always calling the cops after he made Hollis come inside."

"Can we have the mugshots?" Fitz asked.

"I really don't want mine," Olivia interjected.

The officer smirked at them. He asked Olivia, "How the hell did you get mixed up with this little shit?"

"I didn't know he was so insolent when I met him." She smirked at Fitz.

"I have a certain charm," Fitz interjected, grinning at Olivia. "It's very alluring, especially to such pristine girls."

"I'm not that pristine." She gave him a glare that was anything but threatening. If anything, it just made her cuter.

The police officer smirked as he started his car then pulled out of the hay field. The ride to the precinct was quiet. Olivia stared out the window. Fitz stared at her profile, scooting closer to her until their shoulders were touching. She turned to look at him and he captured her lips. Because of the handcuffs, she couldn't do much except rock backward to get away from him. Inappropriate was an understatement for what he was trying to do. She wondered how he could think of making out when they were headed to jail. Fitz just smiled and leaned further into her space. Olivia couldn't deny that he smelled heavenly, and given that their time had been interrupted, she could certainly understand his eagerness to resume their activities. She didn't resist when he kissed her again, instead pulling his plump bottom lip between her teeth in a way that made him groan against her mouth. By the time they pulled into the parking lot of the precinct, Olivia was boating an impressive hickey on the hollow of her throat. Fitz's lips bore the last of her wine red lipstick and a goofy grin

When they got to the precinct, the officer smirked as he helped Olivia slide out of the car, a slightly difficult task as Fitz had leaned her against the door and she had no way of independently maintaining her balance.

"Get a move on Casanova." The officer rolled his eyes at Fitz's difficulty getting off his knees from where he had been partially on top of Olivia. The policeman had to hand it to Fitz; the boy could work with limited space.

"Smile pretty," Fitz teased, watching Olivia frown at the mug shot photographer.

"How's this?" she asked before plastering a smile on her face. The photographer smirked at her then snapped her picture before instructing her to turn to the right.

"Next!" The photographer called. The line of semi-sober kids was out the door. Olivia moved on, following Fitz and their arresting officer toward the holding cell already occupied by a few kids, including Abby, Stephen, Quinn, and Harrison. The officer removed their cuffs then opened the cell, shepherding them inside. Quinn was sitting with her head in her hands.

"My parents are gonna take my car," she moaned when Olivia sat next to her.

Olivia patted her back. "It'll be okay. At least you won't have a record."

"At least you don't have to take the ACT in the morning," Mellie piped up as she stumbled barefoot into the cell.

"What happened to your shoes?" Fitz asked when she plopped down next to him on the bench.

"They're in my car," Stephen answered, smiling at Mellie. Several tow trucks had been called in to haul the teens' cars to the precinct so that they could take them home if they passed the Breathalyzer test.

"So's my bra," Mellie griped.

Abby let out a hearty belch then looked at Olivia like she hadn't noticed she was there until that moment. Her slim face was beet red from intoxication. "Liv, where'd you go?"

"What are you talking about?" Olivia asked, acutely aware of Fitz's pinky and ring fingers interlacing with her own.

"We all rode here in the paddy wagon. So I can cross that off my bucket list," Abby answered. "But you and Fitz weren't there. Where were you?"

"We walked down to the lake." Olivia blushed, curling her fingers around Fitz's.

Quinn gave a sneering grin. "The lake, huh? What were you doing by the lake?"

"Talking." Fitz tried his hardest not to smirk.

"Talking. Right. Is that lipstick on your mouth?" Mellie asked.

"Aren't you missing your underwear?" Fitz shot back as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm here for Fitzgerald Grant." Fitz looked away from Olivia's little hand interlaced with his at the sound of his father's booming voice. The elder Fitz Grant, known to everyone as Big Gerry, stood in the middle of the precinct.

"Hey Dad," Fitz called as he walked toward the cell door, brining Olivia along with him.

Big Gerry walked over to the cell and smirked at his son. "Was it a must that you do this the night before I have a 7AM flight?"

Fitz shrugged cutely. "When duty calls, I show up."

Big Gerry looked at Olivia. "I take it you find my son's insolence charming."

She smiled at him. He wasn't as handsome as Fitz but he had the trademark Grant charm working for him. She shrugged. "He has his good points."

Half an hour later, Fitz was helping Olivia into his vintage Chevy pickup, proudly boasting about the summer he'd spent restoring the truck which had belonged to his grandfather, the original Fitz Grant. He leaned on his forearm against the roof of the truck in the open doorway. "Took me the whole summer but I fixed her up just like the day Uno rolled her off the lot."

"Uno?" Olivia questioned.

"My grandfather. The original Fitz Grant," he explained. Olivia smiled at his cute nickname for his grandfather. Insolent and a borderline delinquent maybe, but he was definitely charming.

She smiled. "Just in case I forget to tell you, I had a lot of fun tonight."

Fitz grinned at her. "So you're gonna let me take you out?"

"Only if you're asking."

"I'm only asking if you're going to say yes."

"So, hypothetically, when and where would this date take place?" She couldn't give in immediately. He was far too used to getting everything handed to him. Olivia was nothing if not a challenge. He'd earn the date or spend Friday night alone.

"Friday night, or Saturday if that works better for you. We'd go somewhere unusual, somewhere you'd never expect to be taken," he replied cryptically.

"I suppose Friday is okay. I don't know what you mean by the other part but I'll admit I'm intrigued," she said. She hoped it was really unique, and not just the usual "different" date all the guys took girls on: a picnic on the water tower.

"So is that a yes?" he asked, hopeful.

She couldn't say no, not when he smiled that way. She rolled her eyes, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "I suppose so. This wasn't really a first date."

"What do you mean? We danced, had a few drinks, we even have pictures to commemorate it," he replied, pulling their mug shots from his pocket. Now that they were past the shock of the moment, Olivia took the pictures and laughed.

"Oh I have to keep these!" She couldn't stop laughing until Fitz leaned over and kissed her again. His large hands were warm on her sides as he smiled at her, his forehead leaning against hers.

"So can I call you?" he asked sweetly.

"I guess you could," she answered with a teasing grin as she took his offered phone. She put her number in it then handed it back, their hands brushing lightly.

"Are you gonna answer?"

"Maybe."

He grinned at her. "You'll answer."

She rolled her eyes. "You're such a jock."

"It's cute right?"

"No." She was lying. If nothing else, Fitz was cute. He grinned as he walked around the front of the truck to the driver's side. Olivia was ashamed of herself for watching his perfect butt and thighs flex in his jeans.

Fitz grinned proudly as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Were you checking me out?"

"You wish." Fitz started his truck then pulled her over so that she was in the middle of the seat. His right hand rested on the inside of her thigh as he drove off into the night.

A/N: Don't be shy! Tell me what you think!