"I did it for you." Fitz's voice was laced with defeat. He lowered his eyes and his shoulders slumped. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. He'd messed up, bad, but surely she wouldn't let this be the end of them, he wouldn't let it.

Fitz attempted to grab her hand, but she jerked back. He watched in horror as she took the promise ring that he'd given her off her pointer finger and threw it at his chest. Its impact felt like a knife being shoved in his chest. He'd prefer that over this. His eyes followed the ring's descent to the ground. He was certain his heart was there now, too.

"Doux bébé," he whispered brokenly.

Fitz wanted to fall down on his knees and weep, but he couldn't. Olivia was running and he couldn't let her, he wouldn't. "John," he yelled.

One of his other agents stepped into the room. "Sir, he's already got her."

Fitz exhaled, closing his eyes. Thank God. "Okay."

"Where would you like us to take her, sir?"

"Where does she want to go?" he asked.

"She's demanding he take her to her apartment. She wants to pack a bag." The agent looked off, hoping to erase the pained expression on the President's face from his mind. He'd never seen Fitz look so broken.

"Fine. Let her pack a bag. But she's not going anywhere. Bring her back here as soon as she packs what she wants. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

Fitz turned and walked over to the bed, making it clear that he wanted to be left alone. He listened to the door close. He was so angry with Mellie he could kill her. The only thing stopping him was the fact that she is the mother of his children. He wouldn't take their mom from them. Losing Jerry was hard enough. He was too restless to remain in one spot. He made his way over to the chair. He knew he needed to focus on running the country, and finding Elizabeth and Andrew, but he couldn't think knowing that Liv might hate him now. He picked up the glass he'd been drinking out of earlier and threw it, watching it shatter against the fireplace.

His agents normally would have come running into the room at the sound of glass breaking, but they knew better. No one wanted to face him while he was this upset unless they had news on Andrew or Elizabeth.

Fitz's emotions were all over the place at the moment. He felt like going for a run, even though he hated running, to clear his head. Before leaving the room he picked the ring up off the floor and put it in his pocket. He'd make sure he put it back where it belonged, soon.

"John," Olivia said, her tone clipped.

"Miss Pope."

"Tell the President that I want to be left alone. You guys can go."

"With all due respect ma'am, I take orders from the President. I know you're not happy, but he only wants the best for you. So no, I'm not leaving, and you are coming with me once you get what you want from your room."

"Un-be-fucking-lievable," Olivia said, as she groaned and stormed down the hall and into her bedroom.

She just wanted a moment to herself. She just needed a moment. The past 24 hours had been more than hectic for her. She needed about three bottles of wine in order to relax. Instead, she moved hastily around her room, throwing things in her suitcase. She didn't pay attention to anything she grabbed; she was just going through the motions. Anything to occupy her mind and keep her from crying.

How could he do this to me? She was devastated. Then she remembered how broken he was after Defiance. They had both done terrible things in the name of love. Was it really love though? Love shouldn't break you. It should make you stronger.

Slowly emerging from her room, she made her way down the hall to her living room. "I'm ready," she said, quietly.

Olivia plugged her phone charger into an outlet. She'd gotten it when she went back to her place and realized it was dead. As she waited for it to recharge, she sat on the edge of the bed with her arms folded. She didn't appreciate Fitz trying to dictate her movements. She demanded to speak with him when she returned to Blair House but was told that he was busy. So now she was forced to sit and wait for him to return.

Her phone buzzed as it came to life. Picking it up, she saw that she had 4 missed calls and a text from Quinn. She was probably worried about why she didn't show up to work that morning.

She debated calling Quinn back when Fitz walked into the room. She looked up at him but didn't speak. He eyed her as he made his way over to the chair. After his run, he'd freshened up and changed into jeans and a sweater. He wanted to be as relaxed as possible when he faced Liv again. He'd put off on coming to see her, trying to get some work done in his office. Olivia put her phone down.

"It's late. You should be getting ready for bed," he said.

Olivia scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. You need to rest."

"I need to get out of here."

"No."

They stared at one another, neither willing to concede.

"John," Fitz called out, "where are the rest of Miss Pope's things?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and picked her phone up again. Fitz stood up and walked over to her, taking her phone out of her hand.

"We're having them packed up and brought here like you requested," John responded from the doorway. Sensing that they need to talk, John stepped back into the hall and closed the door behind him.

Fitz and Olivia continued to look at one another.

"Liv, I don't want to fight with you." He looked down briefly. "I'll apologize till I'm blue in the face if that's what it takes."

"Fitz—"

Fitz got up and walked over to Liv. "No. Don't tell me it won't do any good. I won't listen to you. I don't believe you. You're angry and I get that—"

"Can I go?" she asked. "If you won't leave, can I go?"

Fitz felt a pain in his chest for the second time that day. He'd rather Olivia yell at him, or hit him, but she was dismissing him completely—shutting him out. Even though he knew there was a high chance that she would reject him he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. She remained stiff in his embrace.

"I'm going to fix this, Livvie." He cupped her face, but she turned her head, forcing him to drop his hand. "I promise you that."

Olivia sat there as he released her and left the room.

Olivia knew Fitz wasn't going to let her leave, but she hoped she could convince him to tomorrow. In the meantime, she got dressed for bed. It was early evening but she didn't have anything better to do, and she was beyond exhausted. She didn't want to think anymore. Her phone started ringing so she grabbed it, checking the caller I.D. Quinn.

Olivia decided to ignore it. She'd check in with her team tomorrow. Besides, there's no way Huck didn't have at least an inkling of an idea of where she was right now.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face. By the time she emerged, Fitz had returned. She paused in the doorway leading from the bathroom to the bedroom, glaring at Fitz.

"You have a bedroom to sleep in. I suggest you go to it."

But Fitz ignored her. She could ice him out all she wanted to, but he wasn't going to budge. He stood up and put her ring on the nightstand next to the bed before undressing himself. Olivia's eyes went from him to the ring.

As angry as she was with him, a small part of her wanted him to sleep in the same bed as her. She now knew what he meant when he said there wasn't anything she could do that he wouldn't forgive her for. She knew that with time, she'd forgive him too. But for right now, she was still angry.

"Fitz—"

"If you're sleeping here, then I'm sleeping here too. I'm not leaving this room so don't waste your breath." He looked up at her as he folded his clothes and placed them in the chair before putting on his pajamas. "You need to relax. I brought your medicine." He hoped she wouldn't continue to fight him. He was just as exhausted as she was and he wanted to get some sleep. This was the earliest he'd been able to go to bed in a long time.

Only because she was tired from the day's events, Olivia didn't bother arguing with him. She took her sedative, hoping to get a good night's sleep, and got in the bed. She made sure to place a pillow behind her, letting Fitz know she didn't want him touching her.

Sometime during the night Olivia subconsciously moved the pillow and draped an arm over his torso, snuggling into his side.

The next morning, when Fitz woke up he wasn't surprised to find Olivia in his arms. He knew that she belonged there, whether she wanted to admit it at the moment or not. Slowly, he moved from under her body and got out of bed. She mumbled before turning her body to face away from him, taking his pillow with her and hugging it to her body. He smiled at his Livvie. He slept well last night after he realized what he needed to do.

He quickly threw on his clothes from yesterday and left the room. "John, follow me."

"Yes sir," John responded.

"I need you to go to arrange for Miss Pope's apartment to be sold. She's not living there anymore. I'll find her a new apartment if she refuses to stay here, but she can't live there anymore. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you John. That'll be all."

As Fitz made his way to the Oval Office he ran into Cyrus.

"How's Olivia, sir?"

Fitz wanted to ask how Cyrus knew but he knew Mellie probably told Cyrus everything that happened, or some version of it, that suited whatever plan she had concocted. He ignored his question. "Cyrus, I need you to make the arrangements for me and a guest to stay at Camp David for the next week."

"Sir?" Cyrus knew that by a guest Fitz meant Olivia. He just didn't know what was going on, and he hated being left out of the loop.

"Thank you, Cyrus."

Cyrus continued to follow Fitz to the Oval. As soon as they stepped inside he shut the door and took a seat on one of the couches.

"What is it Cyrus?"

"We have to work on replacing your VP. I know it's a bit premature, but I think you'll agree that we can't work with a traitor and Andrew is what we call a traitor."

"You're right. Any ideas?"

"Not at the moment. But we have to figure out a way to get rid of Andrew. You can have him impeached, expose his plans."

"I'm sensing a 'but' here somewhere." Fitz checked his phone before putting it away in his top drawer. He had a few briefs that needed his immediate attention.

"Well sir, we have to look at the optics. Exposing Andrew's plan also exposes your relationship with Liv."

Fitz just grunted in response. "Get back to me once you sort everything for Camp David. That will be all Cyrus."

Cyrus looked at him, perplexed by his lack of concern. Fitz carried on as though he didn't notice Cyrus was still in the room until he left. He sighed before sitting back in his chair. He had a lot of work ahead of him. He wished he could talk things over with Olivia, get her input, but she didn't want to speak to him at the moment.

Fitz was spending time with Teddy, watching him play with his toy blocks when he heard a vibration coming from his desk. He knew it was probably Olivia so he made sure Teddy was content before getting up to retrieve his phone from the top drawer.

"Livvie," he answered.

"Fitz, you can't hold me captive. That's what you're doing. You know that right?"

"I'm not holding you captive. I just need to make sure you don't try and leave, not until we—look, can we talk about this later?"

"No, I want to talk now. I have a job to do Fitz. There are people who count on me. I can't sit here all day."

"Livvie—"

"Fitzgerald."

"I'm not doing this right now. I'll see you in a few hours. Then we can talk."

"I'm going to work, Fitz."

"Fine. And then you're going right back to Blair House."

As soon as Fitz hung up, Cyrus walked into his office.

"Sir. Everything's set up for you to go to Camp David. You leave at 5 pm."

"Perfect. Thank you Cyrus." That gave him about 3 and a half hours to work.

Cyrus nodded once before leaving the room. He thanked the Heavens above he was a gay man. Nothing caused him more stress than dealing with the complications of his heterosexual friends' relationships.

"What?" Olivia said, answering her phone. She hadn't bothered to check the caller I.D. so she prayed it wasn't Fitz calling her back.

"Liv, where are you?"

"Quinn I'm fine."

"You didn't come to work yesterday or this morning, and I tried to go to your apartment…Huck pulled up the cameras."

Olivia exhaled loudly. She didn't necessarily want to talk about what happened, or almost happened.

Sensing this, Quinn decided to change the subject. Olivia couldn't be forced to talk when she didn't want to. "We have a new client. I hope you don't mind but I accepted. I know you'll want to help him."

"Who is he?" Olivia asked, climbing onto the bed and folding her legs.

"Um, are you sure you want to handle this. Huck and I have things under control. We can do it," Quinn said.

"Quinn, I'm fine. I need to work, okay?"

"His name is Clarence Parkers. His 17 year old son, Brandon Parker, was gunned down by a cop, and he's refusing to leave his son's body until he speaks to the cop who shot his son."

"His son's body is still lying in the street?" Olivia got off the bed and started to put on some real clothes. "Don't leave the office. I'm on my way."

Olivia finished getting dressed and grabbed her purse, throwing her phone into it, and left.

Fitz took his time going over briefs to pass the time. Three hours later he went up to the residence to pack for his impromptu trip to Camp David. He was a little apprehensive about Liv's reaction, but he knew they needed this. This was the only way he knew how to fix them. They needed to be alone.

He was surprised that he hadn't seen or heard a peep from Mellie since last night. Not that he was complaining or anything. Hopefully he and Olivia would be long gone by the time Mellie showed her face again.

Fitz let John know his bags were ready then made his way to Blair House.

Fitz was a little relieved when he realized Liv hadn't returned yet. He could put off what might be yet another "confrontation" with Liv. Walking into the bedroom, Fitz decided to pack her things for her. It'd make things slightly easier. As he was zipping her suitcase it occurred to him that Liv not being back yet could be a bad thing, but he pushed the negative train of thought from his mind.

Olivia walked through the door at that moment talking on her phone.

"Thank you David," Olivia said, before hanging up the phone. She turned to take off her coat and that's when she noticed Fitz and her suitcase. She gave him a confused look and folded her arms across her chest. "What's going on?"

"How was your day?" Fitz asked, ignoring her question and the irritated expression on her face.

"Fine. Now what's going on?"

Fitz sighed. "We're going to Camp David for a while."

"Fitz, I told you I have a job—"

"And people who count on you. I know. You can work from there just like I can. Your team is plenty capable of handling things in your absence. So we're going, and I don't want you to fight me on this."

"You can't just drag me to Camp David because you decide to."

"The hell I can't. You want to break up, that's fine. You don't want to wear your ring, that's fine too. But if you think I'm not going to do whatever I can to fix us, then maybe you aren't as astute as I thought you were."

Olivia shook her head. She knew fighting him wouldn't do any good, not when he was hell bent on something. "And how are you going to explain this to the public? Why don't you take Mellie? Fix things with Mellie."

"I don't love Mellie, I love you dammit," Fitz said, walking up to Olivia and grabbing her by the arms.

She tensed up. Despite her anger with him, all she wanted to do was kiss him when he was this close to her. Her eyes fell to his lips before she looked him in the eyes again.

"I'm in love with you," Fitz whispered, kissing her softly. "Just say you'll come with me."

Olivia pulled herself from his grasp, hating that she felt herself giving in so easily. "Fine, I'll go with you."

Merry Christmas! I definitely struggled with this chapter lol. But the good news is I'll be working on Devil In a Red Dress next, so we get to see more of their honeymoon. I love reviews; any suggestions are welcome! Thanks to the winter finale that shall not be named, I have hella things to alter in this FF in order to hold true to that hope Shonda dangled in our faces. *side eye*