THE NEXT DAY

Olivia walked into to OPA to find Quinn and Huck speaking quietly in the corner of the conference room with each other in grave tones, and Marcus sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when she came in.

"Great, you're back! Interview was fantastic by the way, we all watched it," said Marcus. Olivia just stared at him. "Anyway, they're going to say other wise," Marcus said, motioning at Huck and Quinn who were still deep in conversation, "but we have a bunch of potential clients on the phone, they've been calling all day. I prepared folders with the information we need to get started on each of the cases, there are four in total, you can take you pick…" Marcus trailed off.

"Why are they going to say otherwise?" Olivia asked, staring at him. Marcus looked down. "Why?" Olivia repeated her question.

"Ask them," muttered Marcus.

"Huck, Quinn!" The two looked over quickly. "Is there something I need to know?"

"We have a problem," said Huck.

"What kind of problem?"

"A B6-13 kind of problem," said Quinn. Olivia's eyes flared.

"What… kind of B6-13 problem?" she said in a stiff voice.

"Over the past 72 hours we have been keeping tabs on them," Huck explained.

"On who?"

"Well, Quinn stayed on Jake, Marcus was on Russell, and I was on your father."

"And?"

"And we didn't get much. They were together all the time, Jake and Russell. They would meet at your father's house constantly, though. But other than that, they did everything together. They spent most of their time at Rowan's house though, and every one and a while would leave to get food. Nobody else would go in or out. Your dad has not left his house in three days. I can't hack into their computers yet, but I did hack into all of Jake and Russell's bank accounts. Whatever they are doing, their not getting payed for it. As a B6-13 agent, we always got payed," said Huck.

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that whatever this is, it isn't B6-13. It's just the three of them, so far."

"What about Tom?" Olivia asked.

"Who?" said Marcus?

"Fitz—The President's former agent. He was the one who killed his son," Olivia said quickly, rushing over the subject. Quinn stepped on Marcus' foot, shutting him up.

"He hasn't been to the house. As far as we know, he hasn't been in contact with Rowan," said Quinn. Huck looked like he wanted to say something.

"What is it?" Olivia asked him.

"I think… that Rowan sent Tom somewhere. If Tom was running away from Command, he would have been dead by now, and we would of heard about it. I don't know what he is doing, but he's doing something for him."

Olivia sighed, putting her hands on her hips, thinking. After a while, she seemed to come to a conclusion. "Okay, okay. We take in one of these clients, Marcus," she said, waving her hand over the folders. "You choose. We do this as a cover up. Behind the scenes, we continue to keep tabs on Rowan, Jake and Russell. And if Tom comes back, him too. I want to know what they are doing. And don't," Olivia said, looking from Huck to Quinn," do anything stupid. Don't go near any of them, don't try and contact any of them, and under all circumstances don't let them find out what we are dong, and hurt you. That's not happening, understand?"

The three nodded, although Olivia was really taking to Quinn and Huck.

"Okay then," she said. "Marcus get this new client on the phone."

"Actually, he just called and said that he was outside and coming up. right before you got here," said Marcus. Liv nodded, slightly taken aback.

"Okay. Who is he?"

"I've actually never seen him. He said his name was…" Marcus shuffled through his folders.

"Finch something… Stephen Finch. Does that ring a bell?" asked Marcus. Olivia, Quinn, and Huck all looked up in shock.

"I sure hope it would," said a sly voice with an unmistakable Scottish accent.

"No way," whispered Quinn, as Stephen walked into OPA with a wide grin on his face. Without missing a beat Olivia ran into his open arms. He laughed, giving her a bear hug. When he finally set her down she was grinning ear to ear.

"Wait she knows him?" asked Marcus. Quinn smirked. "You wish you knew him," she responded.

"Quinn! Or should I say Lindsey?" Quinn rolled her eyes. Abby had kept him informed, although he left right as Quinn was put in jail. "It's been too long," he said, kindness showing in his eyes.

"It has," she said with grin, as the two hugged.

"How have you been? Are you getting laid? I always thought that you needed to lighten up," he said. Quinn shoved him.

"Huck," Stephen said, the two men shaking hands.

"Stephen," he said, a small smile on his face.

"Abby's told me rumors. I never really took you for the killing type," Stephen said, grinning. The room fell into an awkward silence.

"Too soon?" he asked innocently.

Olivia patted him on the back, "Too soon."

"Ahh, you can tell me the story another time. Okay, well, who do we have here?" Stephen said with a clap of his hands.

"I'm Marcus, and you are…"

"Stephen Finch, only one of the original members of Liv's fine establishment," he said with a flourish. Understanding came to Marcus, realizing that he used to work at OPA.

"Stephen, what are you doing here? Do you need help?" asked Liv, getting worried.

"Well, yesterday I woke up and realized that I had completely screwed my life over, hoped on the next plane to DC, and here I am, asking for my job back," he said.

"What?" said Liv, completely taken aback.

"If you'll have me, I would love more than anything to come back," Stephen said, softly. "I know leaving was horrible of me, and I regret it so much. I've missed out on a lot, even with Abby's occasional updates. Saving you from that auction, Liv, was the best I have felt about myself in years. I miss this. I miss you, I'm still a gladiator, Liv. Will you guys have me?" he asked. Olivia looked at Huck and Quinn, who in turn looked at each other and then back at her, all of them coming to an agreement.

"Of course we'll have you," said Liv with a smile. Stephen laughed a shaking laugh, grabbing Liv into a hug.

"To quote Abby, once a gladiator, always a gladiator," said Quinn

"Speak of the devil," Stephen said, shaking his head. "I want to go see her. I know that she works at the White House now… but you can get us in, can't you Liv?" said Stephen. Quinn furiously shook her head at Stephen, and Marcus made a cutting motion across his neck.

"What?" asked Stephen, not getting the full message. "Trouble in paradise?"

Liv snorted. "Paradise," she shook her head. Stephen gave Quinn a confused look. She continued shaking her head, and he understood that it was something that they didn't talk about.

"Well," he said tentatively, "We can still go to the White House, right?"

Liv rolled her eyes. "Yes," she muttered.