The news about the chaos in Pope Oil has spread like fire on every news channel and Eli Pope has had enough of that. He was certain that they would have to come up with some changes in the company. His brother Hal wasn't interested in anything other than drinking whiskey all day, but Eli was the man of action. He dialed a number on his phone, hoping the man on the other side of the line would be eager to help out.

Damn that Grant boy! He was sure he's sleeping with Olivia. He didn't like it one bit.

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Fitz was on the edge of his nerves. Three days have passed from that meeting at Pope Oil and Olivia wasn't returning his calls or messages. He even tried to convince his grandma to go to her, just to check if she's okay, but Linda just laughed at him. One of many perks of being the C.E.O. at his insurance company was the fact that he could walk out of work anytime he wants to. Now he was on his way to Pope Oil refinery to catch Olivia at the end of her work day. His driver was just approaching the main building when he saw her.

She was walking out of the building in one of her signature gray pantsuits, laughing wholeheartedly next to a tall handsome man who's hand was possessively around her waist. Fitz saw red. He clenched his fists at the sight, wondering what to do.

"Sir, is this OK? Are you going out here?", he heard his driver and nodded, knowing he has to face her sooner or later. He wanted to know who that guy was, before he beats the crap out of him for hugging his Livvie. He stepped out of his car right in front of them and Olivia stopped walking. She cringed for a second, more out of surprise than fear.

"Fitz...Hi!", she said admiring his black shirt. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking to see are you alive. I see that you are, so I can go on my marry way.", he didn't intended to sound jealous, but he was. And the guy was still holding her around her waist with the silliest grin.

"Hi. I'm Stephen Finch.", the man offered him his hand.

Fitz looked at Olivia who had a silent plea in her eyes, practically begging him to be polite.

"Hi Stephen. It's nice to meet you.", now get your hands off my girlfriend!, he wanted to yell, but politely added "I'm Fitz."

"Stephen is my friend from London's Greenpeace.", Olivia hurried to explain. "Imagine this, my uncle decided to do something good, so they've hired him to come to refinery and be my special adviser on environmental protection!"

She sounded really happy about it, what made Fitz even more jealous. He wanted to know everything about her history with that Finch guy, but now was not the time or place.

"Look at that...Who knew your uncle would actually listen to anyone. I'm glad you're here to help, Stephen. It's funny how, out of all the experts in US, they have found you all the way from London for the job. I was pretty sure Liv didn't need a special adviser."

Olivia saw Fitz's eyes traveling to her waist frequently and she suddenly felt guilty for standing so close and cozy with another man in front of him. She pulled away and touched Fitz's arm.

"We need to go. My parents are waiting on us to have dinner with them..."

"And we have to do some grocery shopping first.", added Stephen. Fitz felt his stomach flip. He wanted to be the guy she brings to her parents for dinner. He didn't like this at all.

"Okay...you enjoy your dinner. Bye!", he turned away to go back to his car when he heard Olivia's soft voice.

"I'll call you later, Fitz."

He fought the urge to pull her into his car and kiss her until she was begging for more. The calmer piece of his brain made him turn around and smirk.

"I thought your phone is dead too. Good to know it isn't."

She was left to look at his car driving away. She felt amused by his jealousy and at the same time, she didn't want to hurt him. Olivia from few months ago would enjoy teasing him and flaunting another man in his face, but this one felt guilty. Stephen was her boyfriend when they worked in Brazil together for six months, but they've decided it's better to be just friends and co-workers. They've kept in touch over the years, but him coming to Pope Oil was a huge surprise for her. She was hoping they could actually make some great changes in the refinery and maybe then it will be the right time to stop with all those "Green Angel" actions. Someday, but not just yet. Olivia smiled, thinking about her latest idea.

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She watched the road carefully to make sure there weren't any cars. It was 11 pm and she was just saying goodbye to Stephen, when her friend Miles from Pope Oil transport department called her to say the timing was right for another "Green Angel" action.

Olivia turned the truck that Miles gave her towards the forest road. Her mind wondered off to the beautiful pine trees near Fitz's lake house. Fitz!, she totally forgot to call him. She stopped the truck and turned down the engine grabbing her cell phone.

"Look who it is!", he answered his phone and Olivia relaxed herself hearing his sweet baritone.

"Hi."

"Hi, Livvie...", he was getting ready for bed, angry that she's probably still with that Finch guy.

"What are you doing? Why are you out of breath?", she asked trying to forget the fact that she's in a truck in the middle of a dark forest.

"If you must know, I'm preparing myself to go to bed and holding the phone while trying to take off my boxer shorts isn't the easiest thing in the world.", his voice was hoarse and thick with desire.

Damn it! She forgot his habit of sleeping naked.

"Have you ever heard of a speakerphone option?!", she imagined him and his beautiful naked body feeling a sudden rush of warmth spreading inside her belly.

Fitz was now under his sheets, fluffing a pillow and getting himself comfortable.

"Oh, I'm not going on speakerphone unless you are, honey."

"Why?!" , she giggled innocently knowing in what direction this conversation is going.

He wished nothing more than to be with her right now and look into her gorgeous eyes.

"I need your hands free...You know...if things become that heated..."

Just when she was about to make a comment about his phone sex skills, she sneezed so hard that Fitz was scared.

"Are you okay, Liv?"

"I think my allergies are back. You know these summer trees."

"I thought you love all trees.?", he was being silly.

"I do, but not all trees love me!"

"Poor baby! Can I help somehow? Do you have all your medications?"

Must he be so adorable?! Here was she, in the middle of a forest, hiding her real activities from him and he was worried about her. She felt disgusted by herself.

"Listen Fitz...I have to go. I'm tired..."

"Is Stephen there?", he regretted it the moment that question slipped out of his mouth.

Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Yes, actually, he's right here in my bed. Gosh..."

Fitz felt stupid as a teenager with his first girlfriend.

"I'm sorry, Liv!"

"Oh, Stephen...right there! Don't stop!Ahhh...", she was faking an orgasm and Fitz was not amused.

"OK, Meg Ryan, I got the point! You can stop now!"

They both were laughing at his "When Harry Met Sally"-reference.

"Or you don't stop, just use my name instead!", he was playful, feeling his member waking up under the sheets.

There was that heat again. Olivia closed her eyes imagining herself next to him.

"Your name is the only one I do use in those situations..."

"Really?", his voice was deeper than usual. "What kind of situations?"

She couldn't believe that she was doing this. She wasn't a person who felt comfortable with phone sex, but lately all of her rules and principles on life were thrown out the window when it came to this man.

Saving the refinery and "Green Angel" action could wait for a while. Olivia unzipped her blouse for a bit and let her hand skim down her left breast.

"You know those situations when I wake up from slumber feeling lonely and hot..."

"Mmmhmmm...", he was grinning like crazy listening to her sexy voice.

"I cannot go back to sleep, so I usually think about you and the things you'd do with my body if we were together..."

"God, Livvie...you're killing me...", he was now fully aroused and his cock was at full attention as he put his hand on it.

Olivia wasn't that far behind. She was even more aroused hearing his deep baritone and imagining him naked. She decided to play.

"I'm touching myself, Fitz...".

He almost exploded on the spot hearing her words.

"Are you wet for me, baby?", he was focused on her voice like a tiger, his hand speeding up on his cock. "Are you touching my pussy?"

He heard a noise that appeared to be shuffling of her clothes and he could just imagine her, beautiful, spread out on her bed just for him. Just as Fitz was getting comfortable in his bed, he heard her sneeze twice and he burst out in laughter.

"Damn it!", she was angry beyond words and he was rolling on the bed.

"That's one way to kill my mood!"

"Stop laughing, idiot!", she felt like she could cry, but then realized that she is alone in the middle of nowhere trying to have phone sex with him and she burst out laughing too.

"I'm officially embarrassed for the rest of my life."

"Don't be, babe! It's just you and me. And you should go to the doctor in the morning.", he became serious.

"No! I'm not leaving my house ever again! You will see me when I'm 60, maybe then you'll forget this whole conversation!" Olivia zipped her blouse back and straighten herself up.

"You're such a prude! Don't be shy with me." Fitz would give anything to look at her face right now.

"I have to go, Fitz. I have to take my allergy medication and you need a cold shower.", she was smiling again, back in her good mood.

"That I do!", he was getting up from bed. "Sleep well, beautiful. And if you do wake up in the middle of the night, just imagine me as you usually do..."

"Oh, you're never gonna let that go, aren't you?!", she shook her head in embarrassment.

"You bet! Sweet dreams, Livvie!"

"Good night, horn dog!"

She giggled, putting her phone back to her purse.

Back to action!

Olivia soon drove the truck through the dark forest road until she found her perfect spot near the stream. She was about a mile from Pope Oil colors factory. Last week the environmental police had found the pollution down this stream, but it was near the industry zone and many factories were near so it was hard to determine which one is responsible. "Green Angel" is going to help them! Olivia smiled confidently.

She jumped out of the truck humming a melody that was in her head all day. She pushed a button and the load part of the truck raised and two tones of dirt dropped into the stream. It all felt down perfectly to the streams constriction, forming a natural dam like she assumed it will. Dam was going to detain all the polluted components that were going down Pope Oil's hidden pipeline.

When the truck has finished unloading the dirt, Olivia stepped into the stream in her rubber boots. She was fixing up the dam while mud was getting on her boots rapidly.

"Beautiful.", she admired her work still humming.

She got back to the truck, reminding herself to call the news stations and environmental police as soon as she gets home. And get rid of these muddy booths! She made a mental note. While returning the truck to Miles she wondered if her uncle would call out an emergency meeting in the morning. More than anything she was eager to see Fitz there.

Miles was kind enough to drive her back to her house. Olivia closed the door behind her and locked them up with a sigh of relief. These actions were taking a lot of her energy. She was tired. She took one look at her boots.

Great! While she cleaned up most of the mud, there was a white film forming on them. It was good to know that the dam was already working, cos the film was formed out of the toxic substances from Pope Oil. She frowned wondering how to get rid of them, without touching. She could go to her kitchen for some gloves, but that would ruin her rug. She didn't want to touch them so she could get them off here, either.

"What a wonderful plan, Olivia!", she was angry at herself for not going to the house through her garage.

At that moment her doorbell rang. She froze in spot. Could it be that someone had followed her?!

She forced herself to think rationally. She borrowed the truck from Miles, and he provided the dirt. He was her friend, he wouldn't snitch her and no one else could've known about the dam so fast. She didn't call anyone yet.

Doorbell rang again and then someone was shaking the door knob.

"Olivia!"

If she was panicking before, the level of panic in her just went through the roof when she recognized Fitz's voice.

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A/N Yes, I just left you there hanging. *ducks to avoid shoos* :P I'll be back soon enough, I'm not going all 'Fitzgerald phone sex icing out' on you! ;) I did promise this will be up before the mid season finale of Scandal, so I hope you'll enjoy. Good luck to us Olitzers tonight! I hope Shondzilla will have mercy on our souls! Next for update is "The Splendor of You"! XO