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Fitz sat in the back seat of the black SUV and watched outside as Olivia and Tom talked. What about? He didn't know, but it seemed serious considering Olivia wasn't smiling or laughing. She was definitely angry about this and he only hoped he would have the chance to explain himself. He saw her nod at Tom before giving his arm a pat as if thanking him and the two walked their separate ways. Only instead of going to her own car, Tom headed to it instead while Olivia walked in his direction. Was she coming with him?

Once she arrived at the SUV, she opened the door and got in beside him, but still remained silent. She clearly wasn't in the mood for talking so with another sigh, Fitz leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. "Manuel, back to the White House, please." He said.

"No." Olivia said and Fitz's eyes opened, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"No?" He repeated, wondering what she was up to.

"Take us to my place, please, Manuel." She politely instructed the man whom looked at Fitz in the rear view mirror. He stared at Olivia in disbelief, but after another moment he looked at Manuel and nodded in approval. With a returning nod, the driver started up the car and pulled away from the building. Fitz continued to come up with possibilities as to why they were going to her place. Why did she want him there if she was so angry at him? Maybe she wanted to yell without worry they would be caught or heard? That seemed probable, but he didn't know for sure, so he decided to try and ask.

"Why are-." But once again, she cut him off.

"Not here." She repeated to him and Fitz rolled his eyes in response and let out an annoyed sigh before turning his head to look out the window. His cheek, which was lightly bruised, stung from the hit and his lip continued to bleed, but not too bad. He kept his finger on it to stop the bleeding, but it would still start up every now and then. He kept thinking over the damage he did to Jake and how it was twice as bad then what Fitz received and he felt himself grin in satisfaction. He deserved it. That joke of a man, that monster, deserved what he got for hurting Olivia and it could have been worse for him had his men not come in, but then he remembered her being angry so his smile faded once again.

The ride to her house was awkwardly silent and Fitz hadn't tried to talk to her again. He knew it wouldn't do any good and she seemed intent on not talking to him until she said so. He watched as the car pulled up to her apartment building, the darkness settling in even more which would make it much easier for Fitz to sneak inside; something he became an expert at though the years of coming to her place. Tom pulled up behind the black SUV in Olivia's car then got out and walked over to Olivia's side as Derek, the agent whom was in the front passenger seat, opened the door for The President. They both got out and heard the doors shut behind them as they headed into the building, through the back way, and he followed her to the elevator.

Again, more awkward silence filled the air, and instead of talking, he was more tempted to touch her. His body was so close to hers and he started moving his hand closer and closer to hers; he so close to touching it, to having the contact he craved right now and she felt it. She felt how close he was, she could feel the heat radiating off of him and her heart rate started speeding up, but unfortunately, the 'ding' sound of the elevator sounded thus causing the doors to open and Olivia stepped off first, with Fitz following close behind with a frown.

He stopped at her door, right behind her, as she unlocked it and he turned around to nod at his agents whom nodded back and stood to the side. Olivia opened the door, stepped inside, and stood to the side, waiting for him to walk in and once he did, she shut the door, almost slamming it which made Fitz flinch. Now that they were finally alone, and in privacy, Fitz turned around to look at her and spoke up once again. "Liv, I-"

"Sit there." She pointed to the couch and Fitz clenched his mouth shut.

He rolled his eyes and laughed a humorless laugh with a shake of his head before walking over to the couch like she said and sat down. "Is this all you're going to say to me now? One or two word sentences?" He asked angrily, already tired of it.

Olivia looked at him with a scoff before heading towards her kitchen, then stopped to look at him once more. "Don't act like I don't have a right to be angry, Fitz." She responded and narrowed her eyes on the man in front of her.

"I didn't say that, Liv! I get you're angry, but do you have to be so short with me?" He called out to her as she walked into the kitchen, waiting for a response but when he didn't get one, he let out a frustrated groan and dropped his face into his hands; his elbows resting on his knees to keep him propped up. He flinched with a hiss at the pain that surged through his right cheek due to his hand touching that sensitive area. He lowered that hand and just laid his face in his left hand, wondering how he was going to make Olivia forgive him for this one. Yes, he lied, and he put himself in danger after she told him not to, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just let Jake get away with what he did.

A couple of minutes later, Olivia arrived at his side and stared down at him; her facial features contorted into a mixture of sadness and anger, as well as some concern. Concern for his safety, for his well being and the fact that he also got injured in the confrontation. "Here," She said, holding an ice pack in her hand and pressing it to the side of his face.

His eyes looked up at hers, softening right away at her sweet and caring gesture. "Thanks." He whispered, moving his right hand over hers, brushing his thumb against her hand before she pulled her hand away with a sigh. She moved a few steps back and just stared down at him and he could feel it. He knew she was glaring at him; it was something he knew just by feeling it.

"Go ahead, Liv. Get it off your chest." He mumbled, waiting for it.

"Get it off my chest? Fitz, don't act like I'm overreacting or like I'm acting like a child who is rebelling against their parents!" She shouted, shaking her head. "You did exactly what I asked you not to do. You said you wouldn't do it and you went out there anyway. You let your anger get control of you! You were so buried in your..." She used some hand gestures out of frustration. "Want and need for revenge that you didn't care about your own life!" While her voice lowered a little during her speech, her tone still held an obvious hint of anger and even desperation. Though the latter was barely obvious.

"Why would I care about my own life when you mean more to me, Liv!? When your life is more important to me than my own!? I'm not the only one in danger here! You are, too!" He shouted back, their eyes locking with one another.

"That's exactly what I mean, Fitz! You need to care about yourself! My mother and my father are out for your blood and you don't care about that. You don't care that you could die at anytime because of them and I need you to care! I need you to-" It was Fitz's time to cut her off.

"He physically hurt you, Liv!" He shouted, his eyes remaining angry, but softening more. "He could have killed you and he thinks he did the right thing! He needed to be told, to be /shown/ it wasn't right and that he can't do it again or else he /would/ have done it again and you know it!" He said to her, the protectiveness showing in his eyes and the way he spoke to her. "I'm sorry I lied to you, but I am not sorry for what I did to him because he deserved it. He needed to be shown that he was wrong and that hurting you is not something that anyone, especially me, takes lightly. I don't take it at all, Olivia." He stated her full name, which was something he only did when he was angry or serious. And in this case, it was both. "And I /do/ take care of myself, Liv. I was prepared, I was careful, I had men on me. I'm not stupid." He said with a heavy sigh, before continuing. "I take care of myself because then I can take care of you. You think I want to die? If I die, I can't protect you! I can't see you, and I can't be...with you." He sighed heavily, sadness filling his voice even more now. "I was /not/ going to let him get away with almost killing you and just because I might be in danger, doesn't mean I'm going to stop caring about you and trying to protect you."

Olivia just stared down at him, her eyes studying his face. He was serious about protecting her, about keeping her safe and doing whatever he could to make that happen. She already knew that, he always showed it, but he showed it more than he ever did. Most likely because she had actually been hurt, because she was actually in a lot of danger, too. Just like when she had been put in the hospital because of...Jake. This hadn't been the first time he physically hurt her and though she didn't believe he did it on purpose the first time, he did this time. And when she had been in the hospital the first time, Jake never asked if she was okay. He never apologized to her, instead he told her to lie to Fitz, to the President, the man she loved, and he was more concerned about what was going on between her and Fitz than how she was feeling.

Whereas Fitz...he cared. Despite them being broken up at the time, despite what she did with Defiance, he still cared. He came to see her at the hospital; he came to see her, to make sure she was okay and he stayed by her bedside until he was either forced to leave or until she was discharged. Even though she said she didn't believe him when he told her he loved her, even telling him she didn't believe him, he still stayed there. He was still there for her, protecting her, checking on her...Fitz always cared. He always went out of his way to show that and this was another one of those times. Jake choked her, could have killed her and...he did deserve this. Fitz was right. Jake could have done it again, and he already threatened her once and this showed he would make good on that threat.

But it was Fitz's words that made her heart melt. He was once again proving how much he cared about her, how much he loved her, and how he would never stop. She understood why he did what he did, but she was just angry because he put himself in more danger. She could have lost him, she could lose him at any time and that chance was only getting higher and higher. She hated that thought, she hated the thought of anything happening to him and the more she thought about it, the more she thought that she really couldn't live without him. It wasn't just a thought, it was the truth.

Frowning now, Olivia moved over to him and sat down on her coffee table right in front of Fitz. She slowly took the ice pack from him and set it next to her before taking his hands in hers, curling her fingers around his warm hands in which he reciprocated.

"Fitz," She whispered his name softly, sadly, and he shook his head.

"I get you're angry with me for what I did Liv, but..." She shook her head in return and put her finger to his lips to silence him.

"I'm not angry at what you did /to him/. I'm just...angry because you put your life in more danger. Or maybe I'm not angry, maybe I'm just...scared." She admitted with a hard swallow. It was never easy for Olivia to admit certain things or to express her feelings, but she knew she had to in this moment. His sad, but beautiful eyes locked with hers and she let her thumbs caress the back of his hands as she held them in her own. She chuckled to herself, a shy and nervous chuckle, and let her eyes fall to the floor. "I /am/ scared. Scared that any day, at any time, something will happen to you. That you'll get hurt or..." She couldn't even say the last word without tearing up and she tried to hide that, and the crack in her voice, by letting out a small cough and blinking rapidly while keeping her eyes away from him.

Fitz knew what she meant, she didn't have to finish her sentence because Fitz knew. He knew her. Just like she new him. "Die." He finished for her and he could see the pain it caused her.; her wince and the way she swallowed hard at that word. "I get it, Livvie..." He whispered, his fingers curling tighter around her hands and giving them a small squeeze. "I get it because I'm afraid of the same thing. I'm scared the same thing will happen to you, and it /has/ happened. More than once, Liv." He said, wishing she would look at him. "And it could keep happening to you."

She let out another chuckle, a humorless and tear filled one this time. "But it's been worse with you, Fitz. The danger you're in is much worse than the danger /I'm/ in, and you have almost died. You were...shot in the head and you almost /died/." She said, closing her eyes to try to force the tears away yet again, only it was harder this time because the memory of his shooting started replaying in her head once again. She couldn't cry. She didn't believe in crying, but she knew that was a lie. She cried before, and the last time she really broke down was when she was in Fitz's closet, clinging to his sweater, while he was laying in the hospital, in a coma, but no one had seen her. No one had been around to see her break down.

"You could have died, too." He said simply, as if saying his danger still wasn't worse than hers. "When I heard you were in the hospital, all I could think about was if I could lose you for good. I didn't know how bad your condition was until I got there and I was scared out of my mind. Someone broke into your house, someone hurt you and could have /killed/ you, Liv. You're in as much danger as I am with the enemies you make out there, and even though they're your parents, they could still hurt you." He continued on, trying to lift her face to get her to look at him. "And then there's this..." His hands moved down to her neck, his fingers delicately caressing her bruised skin. "Something else that could have killed you. Do you know how scared I was to think about what /could/ have happened? Every day I worry about you like you worry about me, Livvie. Every day I'm scared that something could happen to you, that takes you away from me for good." His own eyes were filled with tears at this point and hers still were, too. There was no making them go away now.

"Livvie," He whispered her name ever so softly. He could see the tears falling out of her eyes and he could see how much she was trying to hide it. His hands moved up to her face, wiping his thumbs across her cheek to wipe her tears away. "Look at me," He whispered, his voice soft and husky; his eyes filled with compassion, understanding and love. "Look at me," He said again; desperate to have her look at him.

She still tried not to, but she couldn't resist anymore. There was no point. Swallowing hard, Olivia tilted her head up and finally let her eyes lock with his and everything around them faded out. Her heart fluttered powerfully and she felt a sense of comfort and relief flood her body just by looking into his warm blue eyes, and his hands on her face certainly helped.

His lips curled into the sweetest smile and his thumbs brushed against her skin again. "There you are," He whispered and Olivia let out a small chuckle, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"I love you." Fitz whispered, knowing she may not say it back, but that was okay. He just wanted her to know that he loved her, that he feared losing her and that he would always do what he could to protect her. "I don't plan on dying and I'll try my damn hardest to stay alive, but I will not hesitate to protect you and to keep you safe, Livvie. Even if it means putting my life on the line. Okay?" He asked, trying to assure her as much as possible, but she knew her fear would still be there. Just like his always would be there, too.

Olivia nodded softly, her own hands coming up to rest over his; keeping his hands on her face. Desperate to have him still touching her. She didn't want him to die, she didn't want him to risk his life for her, but she knew he wouldn't change his mind. Just like she wouldn't change hers either. She would risk her life for him, she would take a bullet for him, just like he would do all of that for her.

"I can't lose you, Fitz." She said with another small, but sad chuckle trying her hardest to express her feelings without breaking down; both which were extremely difficult. She wasn't the sort of person that was able to deal easily with emotional topics. Not when they involved her or the people she cared about. But then again, it wasn't on a daily basis when the man she loved put his life on line only to protect her.

"You won't." He said. He knew he couldn't promise her that, but he would do his damn hardest. "There's no way I'm dying before we can make that jam in Vermont." He added with a small smile, trying to bring in a little humor into the situation and he felt his heart flutter when Olivia managed to smile and even laugh that beautiful laugh of hers. "But I can't lose you either." He stated, becoming serious again as he gazed into her eyes. He was letting her know that he would protect her, with his life if he had to, and that if anyone hurt her, he wouldn't hesitate to defend her like he did with Jake because who knows what he could do next and Fitz needed to let Jake know that Olivia was under heavy protection and if anything happened to her, there would be blood. And that went for anyone else who threatened her or hurt her.

He was happy that they talked this out, that they were able to share their concerns, fears and feelings with one another. There was yelling at the beginning, but it was their fear for losing one another making them yell and here they were holding one another while just talking. He knew it had to be difficult for Olivia, but he was incredibly happy and thankful that she was opening up to him like this. Their current situation, well /his/ current situation, made it difficult for them to be together, but Fitz would never give up and he hoped this meant Olivia wouldn't either. There /would/ be a divorce. Win or lose, he would divorce his wife. He would be with Olivia and they would have their life together. They both conveyed that through their eye contact and touches and after a moment or so more of staring, they leaned in and closed the gap between them; meeting each other half way.

Their lips touched and it sent a powerful jolt through their body; igniting their hearts and sending them into a frenzy of passion and love. He kept her face cupped in his hands as their lips stayed connected and Olivia slid her hands down his arms and up to his neck to pull him closer.

"I love you, too." She whispered sweetly against his lips, thus causing the kiss to become even more passionate. "I love you." She said again and his heart went crazy. It had been a long time since he heard those words and it caused a few tears to roll down his cheeks as his hands slid down her body and wrapped around her middle, pulling her onto his lap.

Olivia's own arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as possible until there was no space left between them. Their mouths slowly opened together and their tongues came into contact which caused Olivia to moan softly; missing these passionate moments between them. They both poured all of their love into this kiss and held onto one another as tightly as possible and n one swift move, he stood up from the couch and kept his arms around her so she didn't fall.

She let out a small giggle against his lips which he laughed in return before they continued their kiss and he navigated his way around the couch, down the hall and into her room. They kissed passionately, lovingly, their eyes connected as they kissed which made it all the more loving and intimate, and they held on to one another as tight as possible; both showing that they were afraid that if they pulled away once again, they would lose each other and neither of them wanted that. He carried her into her room where they showed one another all night the undying love they had for each other.