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"Evening, Lauren." Olivia greeted with friendly smile as she made her way towards the Oval Office's door.
"Good evening, Miss Pope." She responded back with a smile of her own, then spoke up again. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Pope, The President isn't in there right now. He said he had some business to take care of." The younger woman informed her and Olivia felt her brows furrow in confusion.
"Did he say what exactly?" She asked, going over the schedule in her mind. He didn't have anything going on currently, from what she could remember unless that changed within the last hour or so.
"No, Ma'am. All he said was he needed to talk to his Chief of Staff about something and had some business to take care of, but that was it. You might find him there. He only left about twenty minutes ago, actually. Although he did seem a bit...angry about something." She said and Olivia gave a nod.
"I'll try there, then. Thank you, Lauren." She said before making her exit and heading over to Cyrus' office in hopes to find Fitz there.
It was only about two hours ago that Olivia was in the Oval Office with Fitz talking about what happened to her. What Jake did to her and why. She remembered every word he said, she remembered how angry and upset Fitz was and the look of hate in his eyes. She knew what he wanted to do but she had to beg him not to go out there or else his life would be in danger. A danger that /she/ caused by taking down B-613, a danger her own mother was planning to enact. The thought terrified her, it devastated her, but they both agreed to stay indoors and stay close and he had agreed not to go hunt for Jake.
Although, Olivia did have to leave the White House only to check in with her team at OPA where Abby decided to stay this time, but not before asking Olivia what she had witnessed between her and /The President/. Denying wouldn't do any good this time, Olivia knew that, so she simply told Abby not to say anything about it and that they would talk later. Abby knew what that meant; her suspicions of Olivia and the President once having an affair, and maybe still doing so, were confirmed in that moment if not during the conversation she witnessed between them.
Aside from that, her team had no leads on the whereabouts of her mother so Olivia decided to head back to the White House where she found herself heading towards Cyrus' office in search of Fitz.
Once arriving at his door, Olivia knocked twice before she opened the door and poked her head in, only to frown when she found only Cyrus. Not Fitz. Maybe she had just missed him.
"Hello Liv." The older man greeted as he looked up from his desk and at her, then furrowed his brows when he noticed she looked...confused. Even worried. "What is it?"
"Lauren said Fitz came by to talk to you about twenty minutes ago, so I was hoping to find him here." She responded, stepping inside and hoping Cyrus would tell her that she /just/ missed him.
Cyrus looked confused himself, now, and he shook his head. "He never came by, Liv. Did you try calling him?" He asked, wondering if something was up because judging by the confused and worried look on her face, it seemed like something was wrong. He also noted the scarf she was wearing, but decided not to ask about it.
"Not yet. Lauren said he had some business to take care of and came by to-..." Then it hit her. "No, Ma'am. All he said was he needed to talk to his Chief of Staff about something and had some business to take care of, but that was it. You might find him there. He only left about twenty minutes ago, actually. Although he did seem a bit...angry about something." Business to take care of? Angry about something? Needing to talk to Cyrus? Talking to Cyrus was merely a cover-up for something else Fitz wanted to do. The business he wanted to take care of and him being angry...Olivia knew exactly what that was now.
"Damnit!" Olivia cursed out loud before she left Cyrus' office in a hurry which left him looking confused and almost panicked. This couldn't be good.
Though she was in a slight panic, she knew she couldn't look that way while running down the White House halls otherwise it would cause other people to panic and become curious, including the press which she really couldn't have happen. They would no doubt suspect something was up with Fitz and she couldn't have that. She made her way back to the Oval Office where she remembered seeing one of his many secret service agents standing guard in front of the office. He had just lowered his hand as if he had been speaking into his mic and with a quirked brow, Olivia walked up to him.
"Jason, where is he? Fitz, is he here?" She asked in a strict tone, demanding to know where he was at.
"The President is on the move, Miss Pope. He said he had some important business to take care off, but I assure you, he is under heavy protection." The man dressed in black assured her and Olivia's eyes widened. She quickly turned around and made her way through the building once more and hurried through the exit before navigating to her car.
Thirty minutes earlier...
Fitz had been sitting at his desk in the Oval Office thinking over everything that happened today, but more importantly one thing. The red marks on Olivia's neck and how she received them. Just thinking about it made his blood boil and his thirst for blood rise, but he told Olivia he wouldn't go out there. He assured her he would stay within the White House, but that got harder and harder to do the more he thought of what happened to her.
Jake Ballard slammed her into a wall and actually choked her; cutting off her oxygen and bruising her body. How can he be so disgusting, brutal and pathetic? A man Fitz trusted, a man he worked with, did such a violent act to a woman. To /Olivia Pope/. The woman Fitz loved more than anything. She could have ended up in the hospital, even dead, and that thought enraged Fitz more than he ever had been. He knew he told Olivia he wouldn't do anything, but he couldn't just sit by while Jake walked around thinking he could do whatever he wanted without any repercussions for his actions, especially for something like that. If anything, Fitz could at least threaten Jake; he could make Jake regret what he did and even scare him to the point where he stayed away from Olivia. People underestimated Fitz, especially Jake, and he was going to show the bastard that that wasn't a good idea.
He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking over everything, debating with himself, and when they opened; there was a fire blazing within them. He stood up from his chair and headed for the door before opening it and motioning for Tom to come in.
"I need to take care of something, Tom. Can you ready the car?" He asked quietly so Lauren couldn't hear. With a nod, Tom spoke into his mic and ordered the black SUV to be ready with the usual number of agents. He thanked Tom and stepped outside of the room before looking at Lauren.
"Lauren." He called, unable to even smile at the moment and Lauren could tell he seemed upset and unhappy; even though he tried to sound polite.
"Yes, Mr. President?" She asked, standing up and clasping her hands in front of her.
"I have something I need to take care of. If anyone should ask where I am," Mainly Olivia, he thought. "Tell them I just had something to take care of and I shouldn't be long. But first, I need to talk to Cyrus." He informed her before nodding to Tom who nodded to the other two SS Agents behind him. Jason and Derek. Derek followed after Tom and Fitz while Jason stayed behind.
"Yes sir, Mr. President." She gave a polite smile right before Fitz walked away. He headed through the most empty halls of the White House, going out the back way to avoid being seen and avoid any suspicion, but he informed agents throughout the White House that he would be back in just a little while if anyone was curious and absolutely needed to know where he was.
After exiting the large building, the SS Agents walked him to the large black SUV that was ready and waiting for the President and he climbed inside with the agents following suite before the vehicle drove off; leaving the grounds of The White House. It would take about twenty minutes to get to his destination; twenty minutes that would feed into his anger.
Twenty minutes later...
Fitz exited the car and headed into the large building before him. It looked much different in the daylight than it did at night, but the sun was starting to set thus giving it that darker look and feeling. A place Fitz loathed with the whole fiber of his being, especially now.
He entered the doors and made his way through the lobby and towards the stairwell where two men stood guard in front of it, but he easily got through due to him being The President. The elevator hadn't been working because the power was out and he figured that was caused by Olivia and her team bringing down B-613. Tom, Derek and Manuel, the agent that drove the SUV, followed Fitz into the stairs which they ascended while keeping a watch out for anyone suspicious and just anyone in general, and once they arrived on the appropriate floor, Fitz pushed the door open. His fists clenched tightly at the thought of being so close to his office and the closer he got, the tighter his fists became; the anger still clear on his face, the look of vengeance and blood lust. He stepped onto the carpeted floor and walked down the long hallway, ignoring the many looks he received by many of the other workers, or agents, in the hallway whom were still here even after the outage. Once he was at the end, in front of the large brown door, he turned around to face his agents.
"Wait out here. I have a private matter to deal with." He ordered his agents who all nodded and stayed where they were at; guarding the door.
After glancing around once more, Fitz turned towards the door and grabbed the door knob, clenching it tightly; even almost causing a dent in the metal if that were possible. He pushed the door open and walked inside, his body blazing with even more anger and hatred. Just being in this room made Fitz more infuriated than he ever had been in his life; the same for being disgusted, and his want and need for causing this man pain increased when he saw /him/. Jake Ballard.
Jake looked up from his laptop when he saw The President and he stood up, confused as to what he was doing here. "Mr. President. Can I ask what you're doing here?" He asked calmly, but he had sort of a smug smirk and tone to his voice as he remembered their last conversation where he basically told The President off.
Fitz hated that about Jake. How he was so smug and so confident; acting as if everyone were below him and that no one was better than him. And Fitz wanted nothing more than to punch it off of him...
...And he did. Without saying anything, he rushed over and raised his right fist before roughly swinging it right at Jake's face which came into contact with his right cheek, causing him to stumble backwards into the dresser behind him and knocking a few things off in the process.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Jake shouted, bringing his left hand up to wipe the blood off of his lip.
Fitz let out a scoff, almost a spat, as he glared at the now injured man which satisfied Fitz greatly, which felt /so/ good, but not completely. It wasn't enough. Not yet. "What is /my/ problem?" He asked, his tone laced with venom. With disgust. "You know damn well what in the hell my problem is, Ballard." He spat, his eyes blazing with the fire from before, but it was worse because he was now staring at the man in person who put his hands on the woman he loved. "Don't try to act innocent or clueless." He growled.
Jake stared, trying to think of what he was talking about, but then it hit him. "Did she send you?" He asked, slowly standing up and making his way around his desk; a brave, but stupid move. "Did Olivia-" That was enough to send Fitz over the edge again and he walked over to Jake and this time, socked him with his left hand which yet again sent Jake stumbling backwards.
"Don't you /dare/ say her name! You lost that right when you put your hands on her, you asshole. What kind of man does that? What kind of man pushes a woman up against a wall and chokes her? I'll tell you," He began, stepping closer. "A pathetic, weak, cowardly, fucked up man who thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants, say what he wants, and get away with it. Well let me tell you something, Ballard." He continued, stepping closer so he could make sure Jake saw the fire in his eyes, the look of revenge and protectiveness on his face. "You are dead wrong." He spat out and that's when Jake suddenly lunged forward and punched Fitz right in the face which caused him to stumble bac, but he reached out for the bookshelf beside him and steadied himself.
"If you were smart, you would realize she put your life in danger, Mr. President. Did she tell you that part?" He asked with a scoff and Fitz lunged forward, grabbing Jake by the collar of his shirt and harshly pushing him up against the wall.
"That is no fucking excuse. And I do know that, but that does not give you the right to hurt her!" He said, tightening his grip. "You claim to care about her, to want to protect her, but this just proves that you don't. You fucking hurt her, you put your hands on her and you hurt her. You lost the right to even say her name!" He spat out in his face. "And don't act as if you suddenly care about my life, because we both know you don't, and Olivia's life is more important than my own, but you lost your right to be in it!" He shouted again, and suddenly the door swung open and in came Tom, Derek and Manuel to pull Fitz off of Jake, holding him back from doing further damage.
Jake coughed out, spitting out some of the blood he tasted in his mouth while wiping blood from his lip and nose. The cool liquid oozing out at a slow pace and Fitz felt even more satisfied now. He glared at Jake, his eyes still blazing, his heart racing, his breathing erratic and his skin red. The adrenaline was coursing through his veins.
"You keep your hands off of her, you hear me?" He said in a threatening tone. "If you touch her again, I will kill you." He threatened. There was no way in hell this man would get away with hurting Olivia and he would probably do it again if he had the chance or needed to. Something Fitz would do his damn best to prevent. He would do everything he could to protect her.
Jake just stared at him, noting the serious expression on his face. He, too, breathed hard and fast, not sure of what to say right now or if he wanted to say anything at all. He swallowed hard, wincing at the pain that caused him before standing up straight, but still keeping his distance. Fitz pulled away from the men that were holding him back and he straightened his jacket before wiping the blood off of his own lip, but his bleeding wasn't as bad as Jake's. There was some light bruising on his cheek, though, but he didn't care about his own pain or damage.
"I mean it, Ballard. You touch the woman I love again, and you're dead." He threatened once more, staring for a few long moments before he turned around and headed for the door, only to stop when he saw Liv standing there with a worried expression on her face. They stared at each other for a long minute and Fitz's body and expression softened significantly just by seeing her. He stayed silent, but his expression did the talking. As if telling her he was sorry he left, but he had to, and that he didn't regret what he did. Because he loved her, he needed to protect her and make sure she stayed safe and that Ballard wouldn't do anything to harm her again. He started heading down the hall, instructing Tom to stay with her until she was ready to go. He wouldn't walk own those stairs until Olivia did the same. There was no way in hell he was leaving without her. He wasn't leaving her in this hellish place with that monster.
Standing at the doorway, Liv turned and looked at Jake who stood there staring back. An angry, mixed apologetic look on his face. He saw the scarf around her neck and he knew it was hiding the marks he left on her. Her hand was on the door knob, squeezing it as they stared at each other.
With a sigh, Jake shook his head and frowned at her. "Liv, –" He started, but before he could say anything else, Liv just glared at him and walked away, slamming the door shut right behind her; cutting off anything he wanted to say. That was probably the hundredth time she slammed the door on him, and probably the last.
She walked down the hall with Tom behind her and they all entered the stairwell together; the silence settling in until Fitz spoke up as they walked beside one another. "Liv," He began, but she cut in.
"Not here." Was all she said, angrily, right as she pushed the door open, being the first to exit the stairs. With a heavy sigh, Fitz followed after and they all exited the building.