A/N Sorry, my friends for such laziness on my part. Life happened and crazy work that slowed me down. Enjoy!

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All logic has left Olivia's mind. The doorbell kept ringing like crazy.

"Livvie, are you OK?! Answer me?!"

Olivia sighed hearing Fitz's voice, wondering could she just pretend she's not home. She told him she was getting sick, so that was off.

"OLIVIA!", he yelled.

"WHAT?!", she was worried her neighbors are gonna call the police. The doorbell ringing stopped.

Thank God!, she thought.

"Are you alright?", Fitz seemed genuinely worried.

"Yes, I am." She didn't know what to expect. Him ordering her to come out before he calls the police and throws her in jail?! Could all this be a set-up?!

"I called your house number and you weren't answering..."

"I was... in the bathroom."

"Why?"

"What do you think?!"

"Oh...Can I come in?"

"Why?", she was getting nervous.

"To make sure you're alright. You told me you were getting sick and you've pretty much sneezed my erection off so I couldn't sleep thinking about you and your allergies."

Olivia finally understood Fitz was there out of completely gentlemanly reasons. She knew that just with one look at her boots, jeans and jacket smart man like Fitz could get the Green Angel puzzle completed.

"It's really nice of you to come all the way here to check up on me, Fitz. I really appreciate that, but I swear, I'm better now. Go home and get some sleep.", she tried to butter him up.

"Not a chance in hell, Pope! I want to see you!", he roared through her door determent to come in.

Damn you, Fitz!, she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not dressed, Grant!"

She could feel him smirking without seeing him.

"I don't care, Liv. I want to see you. I'm worried about you. You shouldn't be alone."

Out of all days, he decided to be all sweet and kind tonight!

"Really, Fitz..."

"Open the God damn door, Olivia! I'm not going anywhere!"

Olivia?! He is angry!

"Fine...Hold your horses, Grant! Wait a minute, OK?"

What to do?! What to do?! She took her boots off, ran through the kitchen and put the boots beside the door that led to her garage. She quickly washed her hands, then ran to the bedroom, taking off her jacket and jeans in a world record time. She had no time to take her blouse off, so she just put her cozy short robe on, took a deep breath to calm herself down and went to the door.

As soon as she opened the door, Fitz hurried in like there's a fire somewhere.

Olivia picked through the door, waiting for any sign of the police or anything that indicated an ambush.

All was clear.

"I knew it!", yelled Fitz, startling her.

"What?!", she froze, blinking uncontrollably.

"Look at you! You're sweating and you're pale. I knew I should've come earlier."

Olivia realized she was really sweaty, but from all of her previous running around and hiding the evidence, not illness. Plus her robe was really thick and more for winter temperatures. It was better for him to think she is sick.

"I have a minor cold."

"Cold? I thought you said allergy?", he was examining her face carefully.

"Allergy, plus cold...I get that double treat a lot during this time of year."

"You should be in bed.", he sighed, trying to avoid looking at her amazing legs in a short robe. How she managed to look so sexy while being sick was beyond him. He took her by the hand and led her to the living room.

"I was in bed before a lunatic tried to kick my door down. How can you do that to a woman who lives alone in the city? She could blow your brains out with a gun!"

"Do you own a gun?", the mere thought of it send shivers down his spine.

"Don't be silly, of course I don't. I just wanted to say you scared the living shit out of me...Where are we going?", she asked when he led her in an opposite direction all of a sudden.

"YOU-are going back to bed."

She turned around and stepped away from him shaking her head.

"I will, as soon as you leave."

"No." Fitz wasn't in the mood for playing games. "You're going to bed and then, I'm making you a tea."

"I'm perfectly capable of making tea myself, once you're gone."

"Livvie.", he was in front of her in just a few steps.

"Fitz.", she pleaded him with her eyes to leave, but he put his hands around her waist. She missed him just as much as he missed her these past few days.

"Go to bed, Livvie. I have no time for meaningless fights."

"Why didn't you said so?! You saw me, and now you're free to go."

All of a sudden he took her into fireman's carry and led her out of the living room.

"Fitz! This is ridiculous! Put me down!", she tried to wiggle herself out, but only ended up being pressed closer to his firm chest. "I'll go to bed and you go home!"

He smiled amusingly.

"And miss my chance of showing off my babysitting skills? No way."

"I'm not a baby!", she yelled pinching his ass and he jumped a little.

"No...you're definitely not a baby." his voice was horse and filled with desire. He ran a hand down her back, making her hot even more. "You know I could swear that you have something else underneath this robe."

Olivia's panic mode was back on.

"I had a little fever, so I've put some close on." I will burn in hell for lying to this man!

Fitz's smile faded away in the hallway.

"You should've told me over the phone, baby."

Olivia bit her lip trying to control a sudden urge to kiss him. She felt terrible for lying to him. Here he was, worried about her, holding her so close that she could feel every muscle of his chiseled body and she was a liar.

"Is this the right room?", he asked, holding her close and she felt the energy shifting from playful to lustful.

"Yes...", her voice was a whisper. She let him into most intimate part of her house. The reason was completely innocent, but their emotions were anything but. Finally he put her down. He looked around the room admiring her style.

"Can I have that tea now, please?"

She was beautiful, with her dove-like eyes and shiny mocha skin. Fitz could make a daily job out of watching that woman and be happy for the rest of his life. He knew he couldn't say no to anything she asks. He ran a thumb down her lower lip and she sighed closing her eyes.

"One tea, coming up."

He was out of the room and Olivia was still standing with her eyes closed. His scent was so magical that she couldn't bare to move.

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"Yes. She's sick more than she's willing to admit, grandma...I can't hire a nurse that early in the morning...No, I can't stay tomorrow! I have a meeting at the company...Well, why do you think I called you?"

"I don't have a clue, Fitzgerald! You woke me up, by the way!", said Linda Grant. "If Olivia is that sick she should be in the hospital!"

Fitz closed his eyes and count to ten. His grandma was being difficult as ever. He gripped Olivia's kitchen phone tighter, trying to calm his nerves.

"Olivia is not dying. She has a cold and an allergy issue and I just need someone to make sure she doesn't leave the bed, make her some tea and so on...I'm begging you, grandma!"

"You're full of surprises, Fitzy!", she smiled thinking about how much Fitz has changed for the better with Olivia around. "OK, I'll be there in the morning."

"Great. Thank you!"

He sighed with a relief and got back to his original idea, making tea. His gaze fell upon a pair of strange looking boots standing by the door that led to garage. They were all covered with some white substance that looked fresh.

How odd?! What did Liv do before I came in? Why didn't she leave these boots in the garage?

He shrugged his shoulders deciding he'll ask her if she wanted him to store them away in the garage for her. One more thing he decided few days ago is that he'll help her find her grandpa's annex. He wished he said that to her over the phone earlier that night, but he was caught up in his jealous thoughts about Stephen Finche. Then their conversation went in the phone sex direction and annex was the last thing on his mind. He opened the fridge and started making Liv a sandwich.

Once he came back to her bedroom, all thoughts abandoned his brain. Olivia was sitting in bed with a red satin sheet up to her stomach. Heavy robe was gone and was replaced by a silky lavender nightgown. Whole upper part of it was covered in lace which held very little to Fitz's imagination. Her hair was down and shiny and her skin was porcelain. She looked anything but sick.

She watched Fitz approaching her with a tray in his washout jeans and simple white shirt and he never looked more handsome to her in her whole life. Then she noticed something else. Dark circles around his eyes. He looked tired.

"What's wrong, Fitz?"

He looked at her trying to mask his feelings. He gave her a tea cup and stood by the bed contemplating whether to sit or not.

"Everything's fine. I'm just worried about you. You're working too hard."

Olivia took a sip of her tea, put the cup down on her night table then pull up the sheets and tapped the place beside her in bed.

"You are not fine. Come here."

Fitz looked at her utterly surprised, but he took of his shoes and sat beside her. He felt like a silly teenager making moves on his first girlfriend.

"What's wrong, Fitz. You know you can tell me anything.", she caressed his cheek and felt him visibly relax by her touch. "And if you don't tell me, I'll torture it out of you."

She straddled his lap, running a finger along his jaw.

"Mmm...I'd like to test your methods of torture, Miss Pope.", he chuckled squeezing her waist.

"You would, wouldn't you?", she stretched her arms further up, grabbing hold of his hair. "Spill the beans, Grant!"

"You're one impossibly stubborn woman... OK, so I had a pretty shitty day at work...", he muttered.

"Lost millions?!", she asked in half irony, playing with the curl on his forehead.

"Why do you assume that money is the only thing I give a damn about in this world?!", he tensed up feeling her accusatory tone.

"I'm kidding! Jeez! You are so tense!", Olivia rested her chin on his shoulder. "Can your girlfriend do something about that?"

Fitz was on the verge of fainting. Did she say what I think she did?!

"I don't know...should we call her and ask?", he murmured in the hollow behind her ear, giving her goosebumps. His tongue was leaving a trail down the column of her neck making her giggle.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll agree to help.", she plant a kiss on his ear. Fitz felt like he was witnessing a miracle.

"You are a crazy woman, Livvie. One minute you want me gone, next you're asking me to jump in your bed and then you are my girlfriend?"

She felt shy all of a sudden.

"Fitz...I don't know what I'm doing. Help me out a bit, please. I just know that I've missed you like crazy and I want you here like this...In my arms.", she exhaled, melting into his body underneath her.

"I like that.", he traced the lines of her jaw, than placed a soft, tender kiss on her lips making her moan.

"Hi girlfriend...", he whispered playfully brushing her lips with his.

"Hi boyfriend.", a smile that accompanied her words lit up her face, melting his insides. His mouth captured her lower lip, making her quiver with want, sending a pulsating warmth through her body. It was not just a kiss, it was a promise of much more. His breath was warm, intoxicating and Olivia felt his hands creeping up her thighs igniting fire on her skin everywhere he touched. He made her feel so alive and wanted.

"I want you so much.", she moaned into his mouth rocking her body against his, feeling his erection waking up.

"Fuuuuck!", his head dropped back and he closed his eyes. He knew he should be stopping her. She wasn't feeling good, she needed to rest, but every bone in his body ached for her. It wasn't helping that Olivia's fingernails scratched the trail of his sexy lower abdomen.

"Livvie...we should stop. Baby, you're sick, remember...You need to rest...ahhhh..." , he groaned interrupted by her fingers unbuttoning his jeans and reaching for his impressive member.

"Fitz...I don't have ebola!", she grunted and he chuckled at her enthusiasm and eagerness. He turned her over in one move and had her on her back smiling with a victory.

"Impossible...beautiful woman...", he grinned at her and before she knew it, he disappeared down her stomach. His hand glided to her lace panties, making her core throbbing, swollen, eager already.

She's fucking dripping!, Fitz licked his lips in anticipation of what's coming. He got her panties off and gently spread her legs, eagerly licking her clean. She tasted like honey, so sweet. Fitz flicked her bundle of nerves as she circled her hips against his face, making sexiest sounds he ever heard. He wanted to please her. Tonight was about her and making her feel everything he couldn't say with words yet. He pushed a finger to her core, curl it and gently rubbed her inner wall, then sucked on her clit..

"Fuuuck! Baby!", she groaned in a voice he didn't hear from her before. Her knees were shaking as she was grinding to get her release. Fitz was licking, sucking and biting her with such skills that she soon dropped fulfilled on her bed.

Fitz smiled at her and lay down beside her.

"What about you, baby?", she was in his lap in two seconds still panting from an earth shattering orgasm.

Fitz layed her down on the bed positioning himself over her. She couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes.

"This was for you, Livvie.", he brushed his lips against hers. "I'll get my turn when you get better."

"But, you didn't...", she started to protest, but he silenced her with his lips.

"Patience, baby. There's nothing I'd rather do than bury myself in you right now until Sunday, but you need to rest.", he muttered along the silky skin of her neck, trailing kisses along her jaw, to her breasts.

"I hate you for being such a gentlemen!", she sighed deeply disappointed, but spooned into a safe cocoon with him behind her. Fitz chuckled at her attitude kissing her shoulder and keeping her close with hands around her waist.

"Babe, I forgot to tell you something. I've decided to help you find that annex you're looking for. I have some guys that could help."

Olivia turned around completely shocked by this information.

"You did?!"

She placed her hands around his neck.

"And you expect me NOT to make love to you after that information?!"

She beamed at him like he hung the Moon.

"I'll take a rain-check, babe. You need to get better, super fast!", he groaned with desperation, feeling his cock twitching with just her words.

"And by super fast, you mean until the morning?!", she winked at him, tracing his lips with her finger.

"Arrrrrghhhhhh...Do I need to sleep on the couch?!" Fitz was so conflicted by the wishes of his heart and his mind.

"No way! You're holding me all night!", she was back into her previous position with her back against his front. She was feeling his erection against her.

"Tame that cobra, Fitzgerald! Let's sleep." she giggled squeezing his member in his boxers a little.

"Livvie, shut up and stop touching me like that or else I'm keeping you like a hostage in your own home!"

She hit him with her elbow.

"And you're not going to work tomorrow." And you're definitely NOT sitting across that Finch guy in the same office wearing your short skirt!, he left his thoughts to himself.

Olivia turned to him again, angry.

"I have work to do, Fitz. Stephen is just getting warmed up..."

"He is, isn't he?!", he rolled his eyes.

"You're not seriously jealous of my old friend?!"

I am!, he wanted to scream, but her look made him feel guilty of his insecurities.

"I'll see how I'm feeling in the morning, OK?! If I'm better, I'll go to work."

That was the end of the argument. He knew how stubborn she was and didn't want to tell her about his little morning surprise. He kissed her forehead gently and hugged her closer.

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"Greetings from Dr Boyle!"

Linda Grant was anything but subtle. She barged into Olivia's bedroom at 8 am sharp, waking her up and putting a large bag of what appeared to be all sorts of medications on her night table. Olivia barely opened her eyes and she could feel Fitz was gone, before seeing his side of the bed empty.

I'm going to KILL HIM!

"Morning, Linda!", she opened up her curtain, seeing a sunny day outside.

"Morning, sweetie.", Linda threw her the bag with medications. "I think my grandson is trying to kill you!"

"Really?!", Olivia growled in rage.

Fitz Grant nearly gave her a heart attack last night, ringing her doorbell like a lunatic, than giving her the best orgasm of her life. And let's not forget the 'almost' phone sex in the forest! He decided to help her with the annex. Maybe she could stop these Green Angel adventures already?! She couldn't help but grin like a love struck teenager thinking about Fitz.

"You like him, don't you?", Linda smiled like an old fox. "Which poison would you like to take first?"

Olivia sighed. She couldn't lie to this old lady.

"I'm not taking anything. I'm fine, Linda. I had a reaction to an old allergy. Fitz is overreacting. He has gone insane!"

"I know, dear. That's so lovely of him, isn't it?"

Liv had to agree. If someone told her a month ago, that cold, calculative Fitz Grant could be this tender and sensitive, she wouldn't believe. Something deep inside was alerting her not to trust him fully, to be careful. He hurt her before, maybe he just wanted that annex so he could give it to her uncle?!

"Linda, you don't have to stay. I'm fine."

Olivia was worried about the dam she made last night. When Fitz fell asleep before her, she sneak into the kitchen and made a few anonymous calls to the environmental police and NGO's telling them about the pollution from Pope Oil in the river. She was desperate for some news. Are the news crews, managers of all possibly guilty factories that were near the river already at the sight?! She needed to know soon.

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A/N My friends, I have a 95% of next chapter ready for you, so I'll post it tomorrow for sure! ;)