A/N: Unfortunately our babies aren't gonna run away together to Canada. I got a PM asking about what look I envisioned for this Olivia and accidentally deleted it so I'm posting the answer here. The best I can give is Kerry's first appearance in "Ray." I loved her first look in the restaurant scene and the one when Jamie plays "I've Got a Woman." I'm not sure if the times are consistent with each other, but that's what I had in mind. Anyway, there's a little more fluff to be had before the angst gets going so get your fill before it gets all weepy.

The next day, Olivia arrived at the hospital just as the men were waking up. She preferred the afternoon shift, as the injured men were usually much less disgruntled in the middle of the day, but she didn't mind so much since Fitz was there. She looked around and was surprised to find his cot empty. She wondered where he was.

"Looking for your boyfriend?" Abby asked, suddenly beside her.

Olivia smirked at her friend. "I was just looking around."

"Keep telling yourself that," Abby replied. "I'll just pretend I didn't see you two sneaking off yesterday at lunch time."

"We didn't sneak anywhere. I went to lunch. I don't know where he went," Olivia lied.

"So you saw a patient leaving and didn't advise him that it was against the rules?" Abby smirked.

"I wasn't really paying attention. I was more concerned with lunch."

Abby looked up from their sign-in sheet. "Are you really going to lie to me that way? I don't mind the lying, but you should probably come up with a better story than that."

"Okay," Olivia relented. "We went to lunch…and the park. It wasn't serious."

"Serious enough for you to lie," Abby pointed out.

Olivia shot Abby a look. "It wasn't serious, Abby."

"So are you gonna give Eddy the old heave-ho?"

"One doesn't have anything to do with the other."

"It does in my book. I think you'd be cute with Captain Grant." Abby grinned at her friend. "And how pretty would your babies be? With your smile and his eyes… Oh, Liv!"

Olivia laughed. "We had lunch. We didn't get married."

"George and I used to have lunch. When I was in nursing school, he'd drop by everyday on his break from the GM plant where he worked and we'd have lunch in the university cafeteria. And look at us."

Olivia shook her head. "We're not going to talk about this. We had lunch. It was nice, but I'm still engaged."

"Does he know that?"

"Yes."

"Does he care?"

"Y—" Olivia remembered Fitz's fingers interlaced with hers. And all the sweet things he'd said, that she was beautiful and electric and that he couldn't stop thinking about her. She looked at Abby. "How would I know what he cares about?"

"I'd imagine something as big as a wedding would be a prominent topic of conversation," Abby said.

"Don't you have surgeons to assist?" Abby laughed as she left her friend to head to the OR. When she was gone, Olivia again turned her eyes to Fitz's cot. He was there, taking to a dark haired man with his arm in a sling. She watched him for a moment before heading off to the assignment sheet to see which patients she was in charge of. She had Fitz and his dark-haired friend, Jake Ballard, and another man who was thankfully on a morphine drip so he wouldn't require much attention. She frowned as she headed to Jake's cot first, wanting to get him out of the way early.

"Have you showered yet?" she asked, bypassing a greeting.

"Well now that's no way to greet me," he replied with a saccharine grin.

"Not in the mood, Ballard. Have you showered?"

"Yes ma'am, regrettably without you."

She frowned at him. "Does that actually work on women?"

"A few," he answered proudly.

Olivia shook her head. "I can't imagine what kind of women they are. Actually I can, but I'd rather not."

"So you don't think I'm cute? Not even a little?" he asked with a frown.

Olivia blinked at him. "I'd sooner drench myself in honey and roll around in fire ants than touch you." He looked surprised. She looked back at the chart. "Did you eat? Is your leg hurting? Is your head hurting? Are you having regular bowel movements?"

"Yes, no, no, yes," he answered. He looked up at her with wide eyes. "You really don't like me?"

"If you'd tone it down, I might be able to tolerate you," she replied before leaving him. She checked in on the patient on the morphine drip. He was out cold and probably would be until her shift was over. She moved on to Stephen Finch, Fitz's cot neighbor.

"Morning Colonel Finch," she said, aware of Fitz looking at her even though he was reading a book.

"Morning ma'am," he replied. He smiled. "You look lovely today."

"Thank you." Olivia looked down at his chart. "Have you showered already?"

"Just got finished," he answered.

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Is your arm hurting?"

"A little stiff but it's alright."

Olivia made a note on his chart suggesting that his sling be removed. "Is your head hurting?"

"No ma'am."

"Are your bowel movements regular?"

"As can be," he replied. Stephen grinned at the cute nurse. "I like your accent."

"I like yours," she replied with a congenial grin. Fitz shifted on his cot and her eyes darted to him. His ears were red and his knuckles were white from his grip on his novel.

"Thank you ma'am." Stephen stood and left, headed for the nurse wheeling around the library cart.

Olivia smiled as she moved to Fitz's cot. "Hi."

"He was flirting with you," Fitz declared, looking up at her with a cute frown.

"I noticed," Olivia replied, flattered that he was jealous.

"I'll fix it," he assured.

Olivia couldn't help but laugh. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I like what you've been doing so far," he replied. It was wrong, sinfully wrong how exhilarating it was to flirt with him. She smiled at him. He asked, "So how's your day been?"

"Sun shining, birds singing, nothing to complain about," she answered. "You?"

"Pretty bleak before you showed up," he replied.

"Have you showered?"

"I'm clean as can be ma'am."

"Is your arm hurting?"

"No ma'am."

"Is your head hurting?"

"No ma'am."

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Are your bowel movements regular?"

"Yes ma'am."

Olivia smirked at him. "Why do you keep calling me ma'am?"

Fitz gave a boyish grin. "I heard you southern girls like manners."

Olivia laughed.

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Olivia was awakened from her nap by someone knocking at her door. It was one of the other nurses who shared the tenement, Joanna. She was tall and ample with white blonde hair coiffed in perfect ringlets. For a large woman, she had a comically little voice.

"Olivia there's someone here to see you," she said from the doorway. Olivia sat up and smoothed her hair. She hadn't been planning to fall asleep, just to rest her back for a little bit before getting around to writing to her parents and Edison, but she had apparently been asleep all afternoon. She looked out her window as she stood. It was nearly dark. She walked downstairs, yawning as she descended the stairs, and was surprised to find Fitz standing in the tenement doorway.

"Hi," he said casually, like he stopped by every evening.

"Hi," she replied, her eyes wide with questions. She quickly looked around and was thankful Abby had gone to do her laundry in the basement and couldn't see them. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanna take you somewhere," he answered. "It's not too far. You'll need shoes though."

Olivia glanced down at her bare feet. She looked up at him. "How did you get out?"

"I had help," he replied cryptically.

"You can't keep leaving," Olivia admonished.

"The doctor gave me permission to, provided I don't come back in any worse shape than I'm already in," he replied with a dashing smile.

"Where do you want to take me?"

"It's a surprise." She could almost laugh at the smile on his handsome face. He was a man-child in the most charming sense of the word.

"I'll need a minute to freshen up." She really needed a minute to decide if she was really going to go on a date with Fitz. Well, another date.

"Take all the time you need. I'll wait outside." She nodded and watched him step outside, taking a seat on the stone front steps, before heading back upstairs. She quickly brushed her teeth then her hair before touching up her eyeliner and putting on lipstick. She even found herself smiling as she looked at her dresses in her closet. She finally pulled out a mulberry-colored sleeveless dress with a bateau neckline and a flared skirt and quickly slipped it on. She put on black t-strap pumps then gave her hair a once over with her brush before grabbing her handbag and heading downstairs. She quickly looked around for Abby before scurrying out the door.

"I hope I'm not overdressed," she said, making him turn around.

"Wow," he exhaled, along with a plume of smoke. He put out his cigarette then stood. "You're not overdressed at all. You look… Wow."

"You really like it? Eddy hates this dress. I just love the color so much," she rambled, nervous. She couldn't believe she was really going out with him.

"I think you're beautiful in everything," he replied earnestly. He had only ever seen her in her uniform, and the black lingerie she wore in his daydreams, but he felt like she could have been wearing a potato sack and still been breath-taking.

Olivia blushed hard. "So where are we off to?"

"I'm not going to spoil the surprise," he replied with a smile. He offered her his arm and she took it shyly.

XXXXX

The little dance club was humming with music so loud that Fitz and Olivia could hear it out on the street. Fitz smirked at the way Olivia was smiling.

"I'm not a good dancer," he volunteered. His father had never liked the idea of his son dancing, and after Fitz's mother died, Big Gerry had stopped Fitz from even tapping his toe to a beat.

"Really?" Olivia was surprised.

"As you'll soon see, I've got two left feet," Fitz replied, pulling her along by her hand. After the way she talked about loving to go dancing back in Georgia, the way her eyes had lit up, there was no way they were doing anything other than dancing.

In the club, Fitz twirled Olivia around to jazz music in the middle of the dance floor. For someone who claimed he wasn't a good dancer, he was surprisingly good at it once Olivia got him to loosen up and enjoy himself. They danced to every song the band played, breaking a light sweat and drawing more than a few looks. They were a stunning couple. Fitz hadn't danced in nearly twenty years, but there he was, smiling and twisting with Olivia to the upbeat jazz. When the band slowed the tempo, Fitz almost shyly pulled her close so that their chests were touching. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his chest.

"I expected you to be terrible," she admitted. "But you're really good."

"It's just not one of my favorite things to do," he replied with a smile, wanting to add that it could become one of his favorite things again if he got to do it with her every night.

She looked up at him and smiled. "So this is all for me?"

"Guess so," he replied with the sweetest smile. Olivia wanted to kiss him but stopped herself. She was still engaged, willingly or otherwise. "Livvie, I'd do anything with you anywhere."

Olivia's hands found his face and he expected her to kiss him. But she didn't. She just caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, staring at him. She admitted, "I'm scared of you."

Why?" Fitz asked.

"You make me honest, more honest than I've ever been with anyone," she answered.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. Just a scary one."

"Good scary?" Fitz stared at her intently. He didn't want to frighten her.

"I think so," Olivia answered.

"Can I kiss you?" Fitz held Olivia's face in his right hand. "I know I shouldn't, and it wouldn't be right, but I can't stop thinking about it."

Olivia would have been lying if she said she hadn't thought of kissing him too. She knew she shouldn't. Wrong was a gross understatement for what kissing Fitz would be. But already his face was moving closer and her spine was tingling with anticipation. His lips were petal-soft against hers. Her nails scraped the wispy curls at the back of his neck. She felt his tongue against her lips and let him into her mouth. He kissed her starry-eyed. Olivia would never forget the warmth that spread throughout her body. It made her wild. Only when they needed air did they part lips. Olivia blushed hard, her cheeks burning. Edison's kisses had never made her feel anything close to that. She croaked, "We should go. I've got the early shift in the morning."

Fitz smiled. "You're right. I should get back too."

"No more breaking out," she admonished with a smile.

"Yes ma'am," he replied. Olivia laughed as they walked off the floor.

They walked mostly in silence until they got to the tenement. There were still lights on in most of the windows. They smiled at each other under the dim light of the lone light bulb hanging over the front door.

"Would it be… Could I…" Fitz wasn't sure how to phrase what he wanted to say to her. She wasn't available, but she was right there in front of him. Now that she'd been in his arms, he knew he would never get her out of his head.

"What is it?" Olivia asked. She could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Nothing," Fitz replied. "It's not really appropriate for the moment."

"Please tell me," Olivia implored. She wanted to know every thought he'd ever had.

"Well I just… We had such a nice time and I really like you. But you're engaged… I was just…" She had never seen him blush.

"Fitz…"

"Would it be… Could I take you out?" he finally blurted. "Like on a real date? I know you're engaged and we just met and I have no right to ask but… I've never met anyone like you Olivia. I just can't let the chance to learn everything about you pass." He took a deep breath. "It's okay if you say no. I would say no. I'd probably slap me if I were you."

Olivia smiled softly. She was already in the wrong. She might as well commit fully to infidelity. "I suppose that would be alright. But maybe we shouldn't call it a date."

"That's okay," he replied. "As long as you're there, we can call it whatever you want." Olivia broke into a wide grin. "There you go doing that thing with your face again. You smile more than anyone I've ever met." Olivia laughed. It wasn't that she smiled a lot in general. She just smiled a lot with Fitz. "You have the most beautiful laugh. Everything about you is beautiful."

Olivia crashed her lips into his, her fingers knotted in his hair. She was surprised at her boldness. She let him go then breathed, "Goodnight Fitz."

"Goodnight Olivia," Fitz replied, waiting until she was inside before he went back to the hospital. No one seemed to notice he'd been gone. He kicked off his shoes then undressed and got into his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, thinking about Olivia: the scent of her hair, the silkiness of her skin, the taste of her lips. At the tenement, Olivia sat on her bed and slipped off her shoes, glancing over at Abby's sleeping form and hoping she didn't awake. She stood and began unbuttoning her dress.

A/N: Our babies are playing with fire. What will Abby say? What will Fitz say to Stephen? Will Olivia and Fitz get burned or will it be just the spark they need to combust? Don't forget to leave your reviews! XOXO