A/N Hello my fellow Olitzers! I hope you're breathing fine after 406 messed our heads up. That was a bad nightmare turned to a beautiful dream at the beginning of the episode. I was like:"yuk" seeing Olake, but then I erased Joke instantly when I saw our Fitz emerging from...OK ;)

Back to this story...Some of you, dear friends were (rightfully so) confused by Olivia's behavior in the last chapter. She likes Fitz, she is rude to him, she hates him for no reason (kind of like our OP this season, huh?!). In her defense, she was a spoiled brat at the time she was engaged to Edison, her parents wanted her to do everything in order: college, marriage, law firm, children, but she f***ed up that bar exam and the logical thing for a spoiled, entitled young girl was to blame Fitz for everything. Her life did took a different course after that, she discovered her true self in the wilderness of Amazon, working for Greenpeace, but she still holds an old grudge with Fitz. Don't worry, that won't take too long. She is a grown woman know, still pretty wild, but he definitely knows how to handle her.

If my rant is killing you, just skip it and enjoy this chapter. It's a bit of a filler, because I had to explain some stuff. And sorry if you're not enjoining these eco-stuff in this story, but I'm an environmentalist and I had to put something of mine in this story. ;)

Enjoy (hate it, or love it in your reviews, pretty please;)!

PART1

"Who in the holy hell is that 'Green Angel'?!"

Hal Pope was banging his fist on the table at Pope Oil's conference room, trying to highlight the importance of his question. Fitz looked at this huge man, but remained silent.

Olivia who was sitting across from Fitz shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows? But the press is having a field day out there! They demand answers to the accusation that's written on those sheets. Our phones are ringing all day."

Since this meeting was assembled, she was the only one who was calm and collected, noticed Fitz. Everyone else was either red-faced with anger or scared to death.

The face of Hal Pope was dark as a cloud that announces big storms.

"We're not talking to the press about some lunatic that hangs sheets on our refinery's fence!"

Olivia giggled and attacked.

"Wow! Can I quote that, when I explain them how we don't have a comment?!"

"You are NOT going to say anything, Olivia! Not a God damn word! Is that clear?!", Hal was furious.

She was still smiling relentlessly.

"Well, I suggest that someone says something. Otherwise, we will be accused of not willing to answer to every news station in the country."

"Olivia is right.", said Fitz.

She looked at him utterly surprised. He smiled, enjoying her amazement by him agreeing with her.

"Those silly sheets that hang on the fences have a concrete accusation towards Pope Oil., Fitz continued. "The sooner we address the matter with direct answers to the press, the less credit we're giving to that 'Green Angel', whoever that nutcase is."

His eyes returned to Olivia. He admired the calmness she faced this crisis with, even more than the way her gray silk blouse was falling over her divine breasts. He would gladly unbutton that blouse and let the silk slide down her body...

But it was impossible with Olivia Pope. Besides that, she left his house yesterday pretty angry and he still didn't know why. Because of the kiss? Maybe they've gone to far for her taste in his garage, but he was determent to find out what's really bugging her. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Fitz was experienced enough to know that much. Maybe this crisis in their company will give him that chance to work closer with her and find out a little more.

He yawned. Hal got him out of bed at 6 AM with his panic phone call to come to an urgent meeting at Pope Oil. Fitz was a member of the board of managers as their main insurance guy. That's when he found out that during the night someone has put up sheets across the fences of refinery with big red letters saying:"ATTENTION! POPE OIL IS KILLING YOU BY PUTTING POISONED SUBSTANCES IN YOUR DRINKING WATER! STOP BUYING THEIR PRODUCTS AND HELP YOUR OWN SUICIDE!"

Hal Pope was the CEO of Pope Oil and he was in panic just as everyone else among their employees. Fitz had to admit, from insurance company's director point of view, how that wasn't the best way to start off your day. He knew that they have to be careful, otherwise, this thing could blow up in their faces.

"I just don't see why we should even address these attacks?!", Hal was persistent like a dog with a bone.

"BECAUSE, our company is responsible for the biggest oil spill the world has ever seen!", Olivia was getting angry.

"That only makes us an easy target, Olivia!", her father stepped into the argument. "That accusation is stupid. I just got a report that the river is cleaner than ever. How come we are poisoning it?!"

Fitz raised his eyebrows realizing that Eli Pope is bashing his own daughter in front of everyone. Olivia was the only one who's right in that room. Company had to respond.

Suddenly the door was open and Hal's secretary came in running.

"The environmental police just called! They are taking these accusations very seriously and they are going to the river to check out the possible pollution."

Everyone around the table looked at each other in panic.

"Is there even a tiny possibility that those accusations are true?", asked Judy, Olivia's aunt.

"Of course not!", yelled Hal.

"Let's hope you're right! Did anyone checked the level of toxic substances at the river tap hole this morning?", asked Olivia.

The conference room was dead silent.

"Did anyone checked that in the newer history of this company?!", she was mad as a raging bull.

"Of course that the systems are getting checked...", Hal was being vague.

Fitz had a feeling that Hal will mess up big time. When Pope Oil was responsible for that oil spill, Clark Pope and Olivia reacted immediately and openly. Truth is they've lost some huge amounts of money cleaning the mess, but their profit was bigger next year, and their reputation grew. Hal was on a good path of destroying all that hard work.

"We have to do all it takes to protect the river and people of this city.", Olivia is in her fixer mode. "We have to stop any pollution, get some new tankers, buy new filters, check our security systems on a daily basis..."

Everyone in the room grunted. Fitz couldn't help but envision the loans and loans required for all those projects. Olivia Pope wasn't just a smart environmentalist and a hot woman, but also every bankers dream.

"Besides...", she said standing up, "It's time Pope Oil faced reality. If we've got twenty years of oil reserves, we should consider ourselves very lucky."

"We don't have time to chitchat about the future!", Hal was practically yelling."For now we're just saying that we don't have to answer to that mad man's accusations. Do we all agree?!"

"Wait a minute!", Fitz was trying to talk some sense into these people, but he was outnumbered and silenced.

"YES!"

"NO!" Olivia yelled sending death glares to the board members, mostly her family. Then she left the conference room closing the door with a bang.

Fitz watched her leave in a short skirt, showing him that glowing mocha skin he dreamed about last night. No one could leave a stage like Olivia Pope did.

PART 2

Olivia closed the door to her office and finally let herself genuinely smile for the first time since that silly meeting begun. She haven't had so much fun in a long time, even though she got angry at the end.

By the way, that subject was already been heavily debated between her and her cousins. Their reactions were no surprise for her and hers to them. What was new and very entertaining to her was their panic about the actions of 'Green Angel'! They all panicked and cursed, especially her uncle and dad.

She gave herself a mental high five, knowing they'll get even more angry when the environmental police confirms the presence of toxic substances in the river. The refinery dropped their waste from oil products there every night between midnight and 2 AM. The main lab technician of Pope Oil was absent from the meeting and Olivia felt disappointed that she got angry before asking about his whereabouts. Hal Pope would have a heart attack for sure!

Olivia put her feet up on the massive table in her office sipping coffee and reminiscing this morning's meeting. Hal Pope's philosophy on running this company was:"The less board of managers knew, the better for the them!" Everyone was fine practically doing nothing in there and Olivia was satisfied to see some people think for a change on that board. God bless, aunt Judy!, she smiled, wondering if she could count on her support more often.

Unwillingly, she had to admit she got support from a side she least expected. She almost fell from her chair when Fitz agreed with her! Why did he do it?!, she couldn't help but ask herself. He always looked after his own needs in first place. So, what did he think he's going to gain now?!

She couldn't find the answer and that worried her. He worried her in so many ways. She ran fingers across her bottom lip still feeling the taste of his lips from last night. Boy, that man could kiss! During the meeting this morning she was distracted, obsessively trying to figure out did he wore an undershirt or is the dark shadow under his shirt there because of his chest hair. She had to put her fingers under the table preventing herself from flying across the table, ripping his shirt open and finding out. That would lightened up that meeting!

She laughed out loud visualizing the scene, but soon enough she was mad at herself for forgetting who is he.

Fitz's support meant nothing. He was just being reasonable. He knew that talking to the press was a better thing to do.

Suddenly, the door to her office opened and Fitz came in with a confidence of Barack Obama.

He grinned seeing her almost spilling her coffee while getting up.

"Ever since you came struttin' to my office, I felt the need to reciprocate!"

"But, there's no secretary here that you have to outwit!", she repaired her skirt and gained some confidence to look back at him.

"True! Why don't you have a secretary?", he finally closed the door behind him.

"I don't need one."

"Why?"

"Because my work at this department, since my grandpa died, has come up to twiddling my thumbs all day long. I hardly need someone's help with that."

"That's it, huh?!", Fitz sat in a chair opposite her." Look, if you didn't make the infamous 'Olivia Pope dramatic exit', you could have persuaded most members on that board to look things your way."

"Wow!", she rolled her eyes at him."Was that wisdom from the book 'Strategy of Management, vol.2'?"

"I wouldn't mind giving you a lesson or two.", he leaned forward to her with a smirk. Liv was tongue-tied. Definitely chest hair...was all that was going through her mind.

Fitz was surprised by her silence and the absence of a snarky comment.

"Nice office you have!", he looked around.

"It's a real dump."

He looked at her trying to read her mind. She wanted to keep her eyes on him, to be strong. No, she didn't give a damn what he was wearing under that shirt, but the way he was swallowing her with his blue orbs, she felt that heat wave coming in like last night. Thank God for this table! It was a well placed barrier between them, enough to let her control her emotions.

"Why are you here, Fitz?"

"Because I need some answers about this environmental police tests they're about to do. Do we have a reason to be worried?"

"Why do you ask that?", she was suspicious of his sudden Eco-friendly attitude.

"Because, your uncle Hal drinks whiskey like it's mineral water, that's why. I think that means we should be worried. And I think that we are going to look like incompetent fools because he doesn't want anyone to talk to the press."

"Then we'll look like incompetent fools.", she agreed starring at his shirt again. Maybe it is an undershirt...Damn it...

"What is that paper bag next to your desk?"

"That's my version of a waste paper bin"

"But it's empty."

"Because I'm a bad shooter!"

"Oh, I get it.", he smiled and then said."Who do you think is that 'Green Angel'-person?"

She didn't even blink. Funny, but that question didn't surprise her. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows?! Some nutcase, like you said."

"I've thought about it. I think it's somebody who works at Pope Oil."

"Huh?!", she looked at him with eyes open wide.

"It maybe a lunatic, but a well informed lunatic.", he explained.

Olivia suddenly got up, feeling her stomach was sending nervous shivers down her spine. She needed to pull Fitz's trail of thought to a different path. She opened up a window letting the fresh air in.

"I think it's someone from an Eco NGO.", which was technically true, cos she worked for 'Greenpeace' for years. "We have been their target for years now."

"Maybe..."

He waited a little, admiring the way her skirt hugged that perfect ass of hers, then cleared his throat.

"I also wanted to apologize for last night. What did I do?"

At least a million things., she thought, turning back from the window to him.

"Nothing. Why are you apologizing?"

"Because of the way you left. By the way, you did it in a very discreet manner, I don't think my guests have noticed that you were angry."

"I wouldn't care if they did."

She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed out loud.

"I guess you wouldn't. So, will you answer me, or should I guess how that kiss was a little too much for you?"

"Oh, I've nearly fainted!", the irony in her voice was beyond amusing for Fitz. He knew a Pope rant is coming his way. "I simply cannot be in the same room with Fitzgerald Grant III or I'll be tempted to jump your bones in front of anyone present! Satisfied?!"

"I'm touched!"

He got up looking straight to her brown orbs wanting a real reason. The most honest answer was that she thought that they were too different. Fitz would never be able to understand her free spirit and she his fascination with numbers, money and power.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"My grandpa's belongings have woken up a lot of memories... I was emotional."

Fitz smiled at her pitiful attempt to win this battle.

"Oh, really?! You and Clark were fighting for years! You have the same temper!"

"Maybe I'm sorry for that!", she fired back, "We are not all cold-hearted like you!"

"Why don't you warm me up a little?"

His voice made her shiver. No way!, she told herself. She once let her ruin her life, not again.

"No, thanks.", she walked pass him to the door. "I have to go now, Fitz. Anymore questions?"

He didn't move a muscle.

"Why didn't you mention the annex of Clark's will this morning?"

Olivia sighed.

"You must have loved 'Jeopardy' when you were little?"

"No, I didn't. Why?"

"Because you never stop asking questions. I never mentioned annex, because they already know about it. Why didn't you mentioned it, Sherlock? Since you think I'm hiding it from them, obviously."

"I didn't know whether you're hiding it or don't."

He was sincere. And on her side, but she had doubts. He would move mountains to help her, and she was stone cold.

"Liv, if you didn't find it at Clark's office, in those boxes at my garage, what's you're next move? Oops, another question! Sorry!"

"I'll just keep looking...Listen, Fitz, I really have to go to the lab. Someone has to clean up this mess..."

"And I have a job to do at my company.", he finished her sentence walking towards the door. She touched the door handle, but he took her hand in his, and turned her to him before she opened the door.

"I want to make it up to you for being rude last night."

She was afraid to look up. His hand was caressing hers like it was the most natural thing to do. His fingers were warm and stronger than she remembered. They were just few inches apart and if she breathe any deeper her breasts would definitely touched his chest. Just one little move was all it would take for her to end up in his arms.

He kept talking.

"Besides, I'd like to talk to you some more about Clark's will and about this morning's meeting. When can I pick you up? Is eight OK?"

"Eight?", she repeated with a hoarse voice taking a glance at his firm chest.

"Nine?"

"Why?", she felt like in a trance.

Fitz laughed.

"We're going to dinner, silly! Just the two of us, this time. I promise."

She couldn't stand it anymore, she had to look. No, he definitely wasn't wearing an undershirt.

"Livvie, you didn't answer me."

"What?", she looked up to his face. That was a huge mistake.

She was trapped by his sensual gaze. His lips were inches apart from hers and the desire for them was growing by the second. She knew he can see it written all over her face. She didn't mind anymore...

Fitz muttered her name and pulled her closer to him. Their lips joined in a longing kiss. He let go of her

hand and hugged her for dear life. Finally she was in his arms the way he fantasized all night and good part of that morning meeting. He pressed her against the door and she caressed his scull, enjoying the feel of his curls between her fingers. That long suppressed desire has woken up in her. She knew no other man could ever get her out of control like he did, make her feel like she's on fire with just a kiss. Unconsciously, she put her hands on his chest, enjoying the firmness of his body, never breaking their lips apart. His muscles were irresistible to her.

Finally, Fitz pulled away a little just to catch a breath, but soon enough dipped his had into her hair. She felt his warm lips on her ear and that made her wet with arousal.

"Livvie...", he whispered caressing her lower back with his hands.

"Fitz..."

His name itself felt as sensual as him.

"Livvie..."

She whimpered nibbling on his lower lip and finally got her hands under his shirt. Yes, she felt the softness of his chest hair. Just like she thought...

Suddenly, Fitz separated himself from her. She blinked in confusion. He left her desires unfulfilled and had a smirk of a Tour de France winner.

"Now it's time for MY dramatic exit! I'll pick you up at eight."

He left her office before she had the power to blink.

As soon as the door closed, she slipped down to the floor like a seven year old girl. Everything came crushing down. Her mixed up feelings, her old fears, her shameful reaction to his body and his ego! Like Hell, I'm going to that dinner! Like Hell!

PART 3

"Does that annex really exists?"

Fitz watched his grandma sipping tea in his office later that day. He invited her to try to get some answers.

"Did you know that your cousin Mark never took me to that five o'clock tea at 'The Ritz' while I was in London last year?", Linda was telling a story of her liking and Fitz sighed.

"Did you made his life a living hell for that?"

"No. I did something better, I married him with a nice girl.", she smiled with a content written all over her old face.

"And if I don't do something to your liking, I'm next, huh?"

Fitz knew how Linda enjoyed meddling in his cousin's personal life, but somehow, it never worked with him. Maybe, if it did, he wouldn't be so destroyed and lonely for months after his divorce with Mellie.

"Please grandma, tell me all you know about that annex of Clark Pope's will. I wanted to ask you last night, but you left right after Liv."

"Of course I did, because you make such horrible dinners, Fitzgerald!"

"Grandma!", he wasn't amused by her antics. What if Livvie thinks the same!

"Look...", she put away her tea on the table."Clark showed me that annex few months before he died. He told me he hasn't send it to his lawyer yet, because he thought his lawyer was in cahoots with Hal and Eli Pope. He was planing on giving it to someone else."

"Do you remember to whom?"

"No. I'm an old woman, Fitzgerald. Livvie already bugged me about it. I tried and tried to remember, but, nothing! Will you help her find it? She could save Pope Oil with that paper."

Linda was pleading him with her soft gaze. He was touched to know she cared about Liv that much.

"As far as I know the Pope's, they're going to oppose it with heavy guns.", he sighed.

"You mean Hal and Eli. They're two idiots who don't appreciate the treasure that is Olivia Pope in their company. But there are still some good people on that board, dear. They don't want these kind of scandals. They'll stop those two! On that subject, I hear you already had one scandal this morning."

Fitz grunted something between his teeth. The press was chewing on their 'NO COMMENT' for hours now!

"Livvie couldn't talk some sense into them. Neither did I."

Linda poured some more tea into her cup.

"You like Livvie, don't you?"

He smiled hearing her name. His mind wondered off to that make-out session in her office earlier today. And the consequences. He was still having a hard time figuring out how did he preserve any self-control.

"I'm taking her to dinner tonight."

"That's a surprise!", Linda almost chocked on her tea. "To repay her for last nights fiasco, I assume."

He frowned. Something in his grandma's voice was bothering him. Did she knew about those garage 'activities' between me and Liv?! Did Liv told her?! He was so disgusted by that thought that he chose to delete it from his mind instantly.

"So, where are you taking her, dear?"

"To a wonderful, romantic, intimate restaurant, which name I will keep to myself, or we'll somehow end up with you tagging along. No offense, grandma!" He kissed her on the cheek and she laughed.

"Non taken!"

This time, everything will be perfect, he promised to himself. He couldn't wait until tonight.

"She's going to like that.", Linda approved his choice.

"I hope so.", he grinned like a teenage boy. He couldn't remember a time when he felt like this. Hopeful, happy, challenged, both physically and intellectually.

PART 4

She was making the biggest mistake of her life. Maybe.

Olivia Pope looked at herself in a mirror and smiled to her own image. She knew she shouldn't go out with Fitz, but it was a great opportunity and she didn't want to miss it. Besides, a bit of fun won't kill her. She knew Fitz was accustomed to the company of elegant women and she chuckled to that thought. She knew what would this 'date' look like from A to Z.

So she made sure it was quite the opposite!

In fact, she was pretty sure that after tonight, Fitz Grant will never ask her out again. That's so much better than just not show up!, she convinced herself.

Fitz was a smart, dangerous man. He seemed to have a power over her body that was indisputable. And if he ever found out who was that 'Green Angel'...

Her doorbell rang through the house. She grabbed a bottle of hairspray and started to sprinkle it on her hair. One last look in the mirror boosted up her confidence.

"I can't wait to see his face.", she said out loud walking to the door.

A/N part2

Aaaaaaaaand, yes! I leave you like that! ;)

Don't shoot me, please! It will be worth your while, I promise. The next chapter is in my head, I'll

post it as soon as I'm ready (reviews will make me do it faster!;)