Author's Note: I thank you all for wishing me well because I am now back to 100% health. I realize that chapter 8 confused a few of you but I wrote it because a lot of people were unhappy with how I wrote Olivia in this story. But from now on i'm going to write the story that I have wanted to write since the beginning. This chapter is the continuation of Fitz's revenge and don't worry Jake will get what's coming to him. Just not yet. Please review I love to read what you guys think no matter if its good or bad.

Fitz felt good. And not just the oh my God life is going great good. What Fitz was feeling couldn't even be described with mere words. He was back on the ice. His injuries were no longer holding him back and he was now free to skate and shoot pucks with ease. But even better then that, Fitz with Huck's help, had gotten his revenge on one of the guys that had beat him to a pulp the year before. After Fitz and Huck had left from the motel, the police had arrived to find Carlos and the stripper/prostitute bound with duct tape. The police officers questioned Carlos on how he got in that position but because both Huck and Fitz had dressed in all black and had covered their faces with black masks, Carlos couldn't identify them. Carlos's words meant little to the law enforcers when one of the officers recognized the stripper as Candy a prostitute he arrested a few months before. Carlos and the woman were immediately arrested. The woman was sentenced to three years in jail because she had violated her probation and Carlos was also arrested and sentenced 4 years in jail because he violated his probation and was caught sleeping with a prostitute. The point is Carlos was out of the picture and now Huck and Fitz had only two more men to go after before they went after Jake himself.

Fitz was still practicing his skills on the ice when suddenly Huck appeared on the sidelines.

"I found him" Huck said gruffly.

Huck had spent the last three weeks looking for the blond haired man with the red Camero. It took awhile because there are a lot of blond haired men in Minnesota. Also because Fitz was injured a year ago by the man, it was possibility that the man could have left the state, maybe even the country. Huck began his search looking for blond haired white males. Predictability that search lead him to over a billion people. Huck simplified the search to men who owned red Chevy Camero's which reduced the search to a couple hundred. But this still proved to be an issue because there are so many different models of red Cameros and so many different years that they could have been produced in. Nevertheless Huck found a way to reduce the search results until it lead him to one man, Randal Smith; a blond haired gym fanatic who lived in St. Paul, Minnesota. Randal was 35 years old and lived a life of crime. Randal was born an orphan and as a child he was moved from home to home in foster care. Randal never stayed in school and by the time he was 14 years old he had ran away from his foster home. From then on he stole cars, broke into houses, and committed many other petty crimes. He was caught several times and had already been imprisoned twice. But most importantly Randal had stolen a Red Chevy Camero and that was how Huck was able to locate him.

Randal lived in a trailer park on the worst side of Minneapolis. Crime rates were incredibly high in that area and police officers all but stopped coming to help the innocent people who lived there.

Dressed in all black, their faces covered with black mask, Huck and Fitz make the trip to Randal's trailer. It was night time and a little chilly. They were several other trailer homes in the park so Fitz and Huck were able to move about between houses without being seen. They finally find Randal's trailer and creep up to the side. They hear multiple voices, indicating that Randal wasn't alone. Inside Randal and two other men are smoking, chatting, and laughing while playing cards.

"Now what?" Fitz asks.

"Now we wait"- Huck says quietly. But the wait becomes two hours as the men continue on with their game. Luckily one of the men grew tired and abruptly leaves the trailer.

"So I heard you arrested Carlos." One of the men states.

"Yeah. Caught the bastard fucking a prostitute." The other man says.

"Wait did you actually catch him balls deep or?"

"Nah. When we got there the woman was sitting on the bed and her arms were bound by duct tape."

"No way"

"Yea but get this, Carlos's arms were bound too."

"You're fucking with me? How did they both end up bound?"

"That's what I said but according to Carlos two men had came in dressed in all black and had attacked him. "

"Bullshit. Carlos is a big guy, he could have taken those two men easily."

"Apparently not. Carlos said that one of them had a knife and the other one was wearing steel plates on his knuckles."

"Yea but Carlos still could have took' em."

"There's something else. When I had questioned Carlos again about the incident he told me that the two men were asking about Jake Ballard."

"Jake!? The fuck were they asking about him for?"

"I don't know. I tried to ask Carlos about it but by then they had pulled him away to booking."

"Do you think there are people looking for Jake?"

"I sure hope so. That kid's got everyone by the balls."

"Nah it's not the kid it's his dad. That's the real asshole."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know? Everyone thinks that his dad is wealthy man because of legal reasons. Total jackshit. All of that guys money can be traced back to one thing and one thing only, drugs. The guys sells cocaine and heroine about as much as I breath. He's even got his kid selling weed."

"His preppy ass couldn't sell his own balls."

"Exactly. That why he's got other kids doing it for him."

So the little bastard is hiring kids to do his dirty work.

Hell no. He's blackmailing all of them.

How do you know this?

Because I've been watching the kid. Like I said he's got everyone by the balls, including me. He's got something against me and I can't have that.

"So what are you saying?"

Fitz tries to move closer to the trailer to hear their conversation better but accidently kicks a glass bottle. The bottle slams against the trailer alarming the two men inside.

"Did you hear that?"- one of the men ask.

"Yea" Randal says. He gets up from the table and looks out the window. He sees nothing but he has a strange feeling that someone is there.

"You should head home man. It's getting late. You don't want wifey getting worried."-Randall says.

"Yea" The officer says. "See ya man." He says as he leaves the trailer and gets in his car to go home.

Randal grabs his pistol and gets into his Camero. He starts to drive toward a warehouse near his trailer. The Warehouse as everyone call is it, is basically a large facility that stores construction materials, supplies, and vehicles. The warehouse operates near the Missouri river, one of the few bodies of water that passes through Minneapolis. As he drives toward the warehouse he notices a black car driving a few meters behind him.

As soon as Randal got into his car, Huck and Fitz had got into Huck's black Focus and followed him. What they didn't know was that Randal was expecting them to follow them to him.

Randal sped up but so did Huck. Randal was expecting this and swerved his car so that he was drifting while he turned around. His car was now facing Huck's car, head on. What Randal did was so fast and Huck wasn't expecting it. All he knew was that Randal's red Camero was heading for them at top speed, and he wasn't stopping. Before the two vehicles crashed head on, Huck and Fitz had jumped out of the car. Randal rolled out of his car and as soon as he landed on his feet he was firing his pistol in Huck's direction. Meanwhile Huck's and Randal's cars had collided in the middle of the road and as soon the two vehicles collided they exploded. The bright orange flames lit up the narrow roadway and was illuminated in the river beside it. Randal kept firing his pistol, the bullets firing off in every direction. Huck hides near the car while Randal continues to fire off. Fitz moves the left side of the road away from the cars and Randal. The three men were located on a narrow roadway that lead to the warehouse. On the right side of the road was the river and on the left side were abandoned factory buildings and grassy shrubs. Fitz was able to move behind some shrubs when Randal started firing. He had found a metal pipe behind one of the shrubs. When Randal had stopped firing to reload his gun Fitz had rushed out from behind the shrubs and hit Randal on the arm, knocking his gun out of his hand. Fitz was about to hit him upside the head when Randal grabbed the piped. Fitz and Randal fought over the pipe until Fitz tripped on a rock and fell backwards on the ground. Randal tried to hit Fitz in the stomach but Fitz was able to grab the pipe and kick Randal in the stomach. This caused Randal to stumble but he quickly regained his balance as Fitz got off the ground. Fitz rushed at Randal and pushed him to the ground. Fitz landed on top of him and started punching him repeatedly in the face. Randal was able to block one of Fitz's punches and decked him in the face. This caused Fitz to fall off Randall. Both Randal and Fitz had noticed the gun a few feet away and both ran to get it. Randal grabbed it first but Fitz was fast enough to redirect the gun upward where it fired off several rounds. They continued to struggle over the gun until two more shots were fired.

Huck had fallen on the right side of the road. When Randal was first firing off shots, one of the bullets had grazed his shoulder. His left shoulder was now bleeding, the blood coating the arm of his black hoodie. Huck had heard Randal and Fitz struggling and tried to look for Randal's gun. But Randal had found it. Huck was running toward Fitz and Randal to help Fitz when two more gunshots had fired and Fitz lay unmoving on the ground. Randal slowly got up off the ground. Huck reached him and was about to beat him to death when he noticed something. Blood was dripping profusely out of Randal's mouth and he had an unfocused look in his face. Randal grabbed his torso and when he removed his hand, Huck noticed that both his torso and his hand were covered in blood. Randal looked at his hand then at Huck before he fell harshly to the ground. Fitz got up and both he and Huck walked over to Randal who lay on the ground dead; his eyes still open.

Huck and Fitz are silent, both breathing heavily, until the sound of distance sirens bring them back to reality.

"What do we do?" Fitz ask frantically.

"Grab the gun and as many bullets as you can find and throw them in the river. The river will carry them away." –Huck says.

So while Fitz searches for bullets, Huck works on getting his license plates and any other items that the police could use to track Huck out his car. Fitz finds all the bullets and tosses those with the gun into the river. The distance sirens are getting closer.

"Come on. Help me with the body." Fitz and Huck grab Randal. "Wait" Huck says. As he lifts up Randal's shirt and starts looking for the two bullets that killed Randal. Luckily the bullets had gone through Randal's torso and now lay on the ground underneath Randal. Fitz and Huck Grabbed Randal's body again and dragged him to his car. Huck grabbed the pipe that Fitz had earlier and busted the back seat window of Randal's car. Both Huck's and Randal's car were on fire but currently the fires on both cars were only at the hoods of each car. But eventually the flames would expand. As a matter of fact they had, to the point where Huck's car was totally engulfed. Luckily Huck had gotten all of information out before the flames expanded and the fire had completed destroyed Huck's front license plate so no one would be able to trace it.

After Huck broke the backseat window of Randal's car, he and Fitz lifted up Randal's body and pushed it through the window. The sirens were getting louder; less than a mile away from where Huck and Fitz were standing. Fitz and Huck continued to squeeze Randal's body into the car, the both of them sweating profusely as the flames continued to expand and the sirens grow louder.

The police and fire fighters had arrived at the scene. Both Randal's and Huck's cars were entirely engulfed in flames. The firefighters quickly dispersed the flames. But when the flames had finally died down both cars were bent out of shape and Randal's body had burned so badly that it was completely unrecognizable. Police called for a tow company to come get the cars so they could be taken to a junk yard and Randal's body was to be sent to the city morgue. The police didn't even want to bother with the case because the mystery of the burned body in the back seat was too complicated and they did not want to solve it. They just summed it up to more gang violence because that was what that area was known for and went their separate ways.

Fitz and Huck were running as fast as they could away from the burning cars. As soon as Randal's body landed in the back seat of his car, Huck and Fitz sped down the roadway away from the approaching sirens. They ran past factory buildings and run down houses. They kept running until they made it to a tunnel that connected the worst area of Minneapolis to the metropolitan area of the city. Both of them were out of breath, panting harshly.

"Take off your mask and your gloves." Huck says to Fitz as they both take off their gloves and mask.

They throw their gloves and masks away in the nearest trash. Then they head to the city metro to take them back to UM. It was completely dark out in the city of Minneapolis, the only light came from street lights and the city's skyscrapers. Eventually Fitz and Huck make it back to the university and go to their perspective beds. Fitz heads to his campus apartment where a party is going on at his neighbors. Fitz ignores the party and heads into his apartment where he immediately gets into the shower. He tries to relax and forget about the day's events but the images of Randal's dead body keep popping into his head. As do millions of questions.

What if the police find the gun? What if he missed a bullet? What if Huck forgot some of his information in his car and the police are able to trace back to them? What if there were cameras?

Fitz tries to shake away these thoughts. Him and Huck were careful. They wore all black and wore gloves and face mask. There is no way the police could trace them Fitz thinks. But that still doesn't settle Fitz's thoughts. He killed someone today. He literally took the life of someone and watched them die. If that ever got out then his chances of playing professional hockey and living the life of a free man were over. This thought scares Fitz and he quickly puts on some clothes and heads over to his neighbors house. He needed something to distract him and wild college party seemed to do the trick. His neighbor's apartment was packed full of drunk college kids dancing to the loud music and after several drinks, Fitz was one of them.

After a while Fitz got tired of dancing and left the dance floor, which was just a large living room, and went to get another can of beer out of the kitchen. Fitz was leaning against a wall drinking beer when a red headed girl approached him. Fitz didn't feel like being bothered with anyone but the girl was pretty and the way she was rubbing his chest was making him feel some type of way. The girl had whispered something in his ear and the next thing he knew she was on her knees unzipping his pants. Fitz looked around to see if anyone else was watching but everyone else was too drunk to notice and the lights throughout the entire apartment were dim. Also the wall that Fitz was leaning on was a part of a secluded hallway right off the kitchen so hardly anyone could see him anyway. The girl had finally unzipped Fitz pants and had pulled out his dick. She stroked it until it was hard and then began sucking on it. Fitz's head fell back against the wall and he dropped his can of beer. He closed his eyes and groaned as the girl continued to suck and lick his dick. It had been over and a year and a half since Fitz last had sex. Since he had been in drought for so long, it didn't take long before he was cuming into the girl's mouth. But that didn't stop her as she latched her mouth onto Fitz's dick again and grabbed the back of his thighs. Fitz grabbed the girl's head and thrusted his dick into her mouth, loving the sensation of her tongue and lips on him. He continued to moan and thrust as the girl went crazy sucking and licking his dick. This is what Fitz needed. A distraction. Something to clear his mind and relieve his stress. He didn't know who this girl was nor did he care. She was keeping his mind off of Randal and that was all that mattered.

Fitz woke up the next morning to find himself naked in a bed that wasn't his. He rises up from the bed, the sun beaming in eyes, his head pounding. He looks around the room and sees a red headed girl beside him in the bed. He hardly remembers the night before. He groggily looks around the room to find his clothes which are sprawled about on the floor. As he moves out of the bed the red head wakes from her sleep.

"Hi"

"Hey"-Fitz says warily. Usually when a girl wakes up naked in bed with a guy she thinks one of two things: rape or regret. On the contrary the red head looks rather please to wake up next to a naked Fitz who was now standing next to the bed; still naked.

"Look I don't remember what happened last night but I-"Fitz tries to explain.

"You didn't rape me. I remember everything that happened last night"-The red head says calmly as she admires his naked physique. The red head knew of Fitz. He was the school's hockey star and one of the sexiest guys on campus, how could not know about him? But standing naked before her the red head thought she'd never seen such a beautiful man. His chocolate curls were disheveled and his blue eyes shined in the sunlight that beamed in from the window. His arms were muscled, his torso was taut with 6-pack abs and his long, thick dick was standing at attention. Fitz noticed the red head licking her lips at his dick. Fitz blushed and hid his dick behind a pillow he grabbed off the bed.

"Well I should get going" Fitz says chuckling nervously.

"Why? Don't you want to play?" The red head says removing the sheets off her naked body and exposing her vagina for Fitz to see.

Fitz blushes again. His cheeks extremely red.

"No I think I should get going."-Fitz says.

"I don't know, your dick look like it wants to stay." -The red head says mischievously.

"Well it is the morning" Fitz says as he turns away from the bed to look for his underwear.

The red head crawls up behind Fitz and circles her arms around his waist, rubbing her hands gently on his lower abdomen as she kisses his back. This distracts Fitz from putting on his clothes as her hands are rubbing dangerously low on his abdomen. Fitz drops the pillow as the red head takes his dick and starts stroking it. The red head then pulls Fitz back down on the bed. Fitz now lying on his back watches as the red head lowers herself on his dick. Fitz groans out and closes his eye as the girl rides him into oblivion, both of their moans and groans echoing throughout the room.

Huck was in his dorm room when Fitz rushed in. Huck had came home the night before bleeding from his arm which didn't bother him because all he had to do was disinfect the grazed cut and bandage it. Now as he was working on his computers, his arm was starting to cause him pain, but Huck only it ignored when Fitz came in.

"Alright we need to talk."- Fitz says anxiously.

"There were no cameras in the area we were in. The police don't care about Randal and the crime scene was completely cleaned up. "-Huck says quickly.

"Ok that's good then." Fitz says a little relieved.

"We still have one problem. Remember that guy that was talking to Randal in his trailer?"

"Yea? What about him?" Fitz asks warily.

"The guy was cop. He was also one of the cops that arrested Carlos remember?"

"O shit. The guy probably doesn't even know that Randal is missing. And I bet once he realizes that Randal is missing he'll start a whole police investigation."-Fitz says anxiously.

Both men are silent until they hear a gentle knock on the door. Fitz goes to open it and standing on the other side is none other than Olivia Pope.