"That girl, Lindsay Dwyer, I have to find her." Quinn Perkins looked up from her coffee and smiled at him. He was a reporter. He was her age. He was cute. "She's been hiding from me for a long time."

"You think you're actually going to find her? I'm kind of jealous you're searching for another woman this hard." Quinn smiled, at first when he spoke about Lindsay Dwyer she would tense up and freeze. When she thought about her old life, she thought about Jesse and Penelope and inevitably Damon Larkin.

"You don't think I can find her?" Gideon asked, she leaned over gave him a soft peck on the lips and smiled.

"You can do anything you put your mind too, baby." Gideon smiled and for the first time in a long time she was content. "You're going to be late again."

"Oh, crap. You're right, see you later." Quinn kissed him again, grabbed her coat and briefcase and rushed out of the apartment. He watched from the window as she hopped in her car and disappeared into the busy streets of Washington, D.C.. As soon as she was out of eyesight he closed the windows and drew the blinds closed and began to move through the apartment quickly. Gideon Wallace was one thousand percent sure that Lindsay Dwyer and Quinn Perkins were the same person. Outside of their physical appearance, Quinn Perkins only came to existence days after Lindsay Dwyer was reported missing.

The hair dye.

The eye contacts.

She wasn't fooling anyone, especially him. If he could just get solid proof that it was her, it would be the scoop of the century. Apparently Lindsay Dwyer blew up her ex-fiance's place of work for cheating on her. The evidence had been damning. The letter she had left to him a few days before the bombing had been the final lid on the coffin.

Gideon lifted up their bed but found no damaging evidence there. He checked the walls for any hallowed spots but came up empty. He began to go through her closet when his cellphone rang.

"What about that Amanda Tanner story?"

"It's boring. Lindsay Dwyer is the hot scoop-"

"Gideon, I didn't give you all this ammunition for you to just shove it to the side for some wild goose chase. This will be the scandal of the decade, who cares about some crazy broad who blew up a building? This will shake the Grant legacy completely."

"Billy, as interesting and oddly disturbing as your obsession with President Grant is, I don't care." The door opened and Gideon turned around to find Billy standing there. He put the phone down and walked across the room, "The girl won't talk…"

"Be gentle."

"Billy, I'm being as gentle and patient as I can be. I'll keep the story in mind, get me something concrete then we can talk."

"Alright, she's missing. I know Grant did something and I swear to God if he hurt her I will…" Gideon saw the distressed look on Billy's face as he spoke. He couldn't believe that Billy actually cared about this girl, he had a feeling that the one who impregnated Amanda Tanner wasn't the President at all.

"I have a hotter scoop. Billy Chambers impregnates Amanda Turner," Gideon smirked, "You tried to turn it around on Grant. I think this will be bigger than Lindsay Dwyer after all…"

"You better not!"

"Then let me work, Billy."

"Alright, I'll be back next week with more." Billy pulled out a white envelope full of money and left it on the coffee table and left. Billy hadn't noticed the man hiding in the shadows at the end of the hall, the man waited until he was down in the elevator and walked over to the staircase and headed to the parking garage.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?" The secretary looked at him with cold, hard eyes but Huck didn't budge. He was going to talk to Quinn, he didn't care that he didn't have an appointment. "One moment."

"OK, Carey just fax me the-" Quinn stepped out of her office and looked at him, "Huck…"

"We need to talk."

"Um… ok… in my office…" Quinn held the door open and allowed him inside. "What's wrong?"

"Your boyfriend is looking into who you were, and he's compromising a personal investment as well. You can get rid of him or I can, the choice is yours." Huck sat down in a chair across from her, she hadn't expected to see him so soon and definitely hadn't expected to hear him threaten her boyfriend.

"Gideon is-"

"Being paid under the table by someone who is also bothering my new boss. If I take out one I have to take out the other, that includes Gideon."

"You don't get to do this."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't get to come in here and turn my life upside down again. Is this another trick? What game are we playing now? Who are the players and what is my part in it, Damon?" Quinn stood up and attempted to walk away from him, he grabbed her by her waist, twirled her around and allowed her to fall into the seat across from him and he pulled the chair close to him.

"I am not playing a game. Your boyfriend is only your boyfriend because he wants a the story or something more." Huck studied her, she looked away from him and tucked loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm not here to turn your life upside down."

"But that's all you do. Is this gonna be a thing? Is this what you're gonna do? You're going to show up and kill all my boyfriends." Huck sighed, released the chair and did his best to quell the anger growing inside of him. No, this isn't what he had expected when he came but he hadn't expected her to just allow him to kill her boyfriend either.

"It's not my fault you choose the wrong men to fall in love with." Huck expected her to get angry but not to slap him. Yet, that's exactly what she did and it burned. When he looked at her there were tears in her eyes, he regretted saying it but the words were on the tip of his tongue.

"You don't get to comment on my life. You're the last person I want telling me anything, you made me think we were… friends… and then you… Just get out. Go." Huck stood up and walked to the door, his hand hovered over the door before he turned and looked at her. She was leaning against her desk gripping a glass of water tightly.

"I'm giving you a week." Just as he left moments later he heard the glass shatter against the door and the secretary glared at him before rushing into her office.

Gideon waited outside of the office with the information that he had gathered on the case. The secretary smiled and waved him in. He walked in on shaky legs and sat across from the beautiful woman. This woman had commissioned the writing piece about Lindsay Dwyer, he had been tasked with finding her and was still short handed.

"Have you found her?" Penelope Smith asked.

"Yes and no."

"That sounds more no than yes."

"Yes, it's her, Ms. Smith. I just don't have any solid information." Penelope smirked, "But I'm very close."

"Don't disappoint me, I'd hate to have to gut you like a fish. You have such a pretty smile." Gideon swallowed audibly, forced himself to smile and stepped from the room. On his drive back to D.C. he wondered how he could find all the information he needed on her. As soon as he pulled up to their apartment Billy was leaning against the front door.

"What are you doing here?!" Gideon exclaimed.

"It's everything you could need so we can speed things up on this Amanda Tanner case." Billy handed him a small memory card and walked away quickly. Gideon headed upstairs, when he entered the apartment Quinn was there.

"Hey, babe." Quinn looked up at him and smiled, Gideon could tell she was sad. He wondered what was wrong with her. "Something wrong?"

"No, not at all."

"You're lying to me."

"Why are you so obsessed with Lindsay Dwyer?" Quinn asked, Gideon became nervous. Each day that passed Quinn asked more questions about Lindsay Dwyer. It was almost a game between them, she knew she was Lindsay Dwyer and he knew she was Lindsay Dwyer but neither of them dare call each other out.

"It would make a hell of a story."

"What if she changed? What if she's a different person, now?"

"Don't tell me you actually feel sorry for a murder, liar and cheater."

"Cheater?" Quinn questioned.

"I mean… if she did all that other stuff… she probably cheated too." Quinn nodded her head and patted the spot next to her, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, perfect now that you're here." For a moment Gideon regretted even agreeing to do the story. Sure it would advance his career, but Penelope Smith was a dangerous woman and wanted Lindsay Dwyer's head on a platter. Once he had proof that it was actually her he would hand her over to Penelope Smith and gain all the notoriety he deserved. That night she laid in his arms while he slept and thought about Huck. Yes, it did seem that she always fell for the wrong man. It hurt to hear him actually say it, she had wanted to hurt him like he hurt her. The more she thought about Gideon she realized that their relationship seemed planned. He seemed to be at all the spots she visited, even when he would accidentally bump into her he was the one who initiated the accident.

Quinn moved from the bed ignoring the chill that entered her body and walked out onto the balcony. She looked out at the town, it was beautiful and thriving with life. She had chose to come here because she wanted a fresh start. She always wanted to live in D.C. and it would be a great city to continue her professional career in. Seeing Huck again stung, he hadn't mentioned the money, he only came to warn her about Gideon. Her phone rang and she rushed in the house and grabbed it, answering the phone in a hushed whisper, "Yes."

"Have you made your choice?" He said, Quinn looked through the windows expecting to see him but she didn't.

"He's… hiding something… he went all the way out of town for no reason…"

"I'm sure he had a reason." He said, Quinn sighed and didn't want to think about any of the things that Gideon could be up to. "A man was hanging outside of your apartment, he gave Gideon a chip. Check his pockets."

"I will not." Quinn said but moments later she was going through his pockets and pulled out the chip, she put it in her laptop and opened the information inside the files. "Who gave this to him?"

"That's classified."

"Of course it is, everything is classified when it comes to you." Quinn said, she sighed and looked into the room where he was sleeping like a baby.

"What's on the chip?"

"Everything about me. I mean, everything. All this information may be classified. It says when my identity was switched, and a list of other possible aliases. There's medical records and everything." Quinn cursed under her breath, "What do I do?"

"What do you want me to do?" Once again she looked out the window but couldn't spot where he was. She knew there was no way he just knew what she was doing unless he put cameras in her apartment.

"Are you watching me?"

"Yes."

"In my house?"

"Through a window."

"I don't see you."

"Then that means I'm doing my job right." Quinn looked down at how she was dressed and tried to hide through the shadows of the apartment. "You should leave."

"It's the middle of the night, that will be suspicious."

"What's more suspicious was the car that had been parked across the street for the whole night. They've been watching you and Gideon. They just left so now is your time to leave, I won't be held responsible if you see what happens if you stay." Quinn was torn. She had come to care about Gideon but she hated to admit that Huck was right, she needed to leave while she could. If he was willing to put her life at risk then it was best that she leave. She dressed quickly, grabbed her purse and left quietly with her laptop. When she walked down the steps Huck was waiting on her.

"I'm not a pawn."

"What?"

"I'm not a pawn. Just get me out of here and I'll be out of your hair."

"I just have to make a stop then I'll get you somewhere safe."

Huck looked over and saw that she was asleep before they even pulled off. He hated to see her so worn out and he hated to be part of the reason why she was so worn out. He had made a mess of her life so quickly and was starting to hate himself for it.

"Huck…" She said, she opened her eyes and he expected to see the earthy green pupils but was greeted with bright blue contacts. No, he liked how her eyes looked without contacts. "Do you live here?"

"In my car?" He questioned, she laughed, it was a light giggle and made him smile. Why did it make him smile? Anyone who knew him knew he didn't smile, for a moment he thought he forgot how.

"No, in D.C.. Do you live here?"

"I have a place here."

"Are you taking me there?" He shook his head no. "Why?"

"I… because that's not where I'm taking you, ok?" She nodded her head and closed her eyes again drifiting off to sleep. When they arrived at the building Huck shook her gently. "We're here, come on."

"What is this place?" She asked while following him over to an elevator.

"My job."

"The secret committee?"

"I'm not apart of that secret committee anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not." He allowed her to step into the elevator first, he closed the door and pressed a button.

"What do you do here?"

"I work for my boss on anything she needs."

"And who is your boss?"

"Olivia Pope."

"The Olivia Pope?" Quinn said, the doors open and she was standing before the same woman they had spoke of moments before.

"The one and only, who is she?" Olivia asked.

"A friend." Quinn remained silent, she wasn't sure what their relationship was but she was sure they weren't friends. That opportunity disappeared long ago when he told her that under no uncertain terms Jesse was his target and he knew where he was. "I need the chip."

"I should have known it was something…" Quinn followed him into the office and handed him the chip. Olivia Pope watched from behind him and as the information popped up on the screen she looked at the girl then Huck. "Before you alert the authorities it wasn't me."

"Then who was it? Huck, how could you bring her here?" Quinn saw Huck look down at his feet, he looked ashamed and she hated to see him look that way.

"I just wanted to disappear so don't be mad at him, he's been looking after me for whatever reason. I pissed off the wrong woman and now she wants me dead." Quinn folded her arms across her chest trying not to pace. When she needed to think she began to pace.

"Quinn, don't-" Huck said, he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"My boyfriend was flagged down by some secret committee for rigging the national election. He was taken in and weeks later his job was blown to pieces, and a forged letter showed up apparently by me."

"I know the story-"

"No you don't," Olivia Pope tilted her head to the side.

"Excuse me." Olivia said, she sounded a bit offended and partially amused.

"You don't know that Jesse hadn't been to work in two weeks, that he wasn't signed in that day. My latest boyfriend was a writer, apparently he is trying to capture me and bring me in to her."

"Who is her?" Olivia asked.

"Penelope Smith."

"Are you going to go public with this information?" Olivia asked.

"No. There's no point, Penelope Smith. Hollis Doyle. Jesse Tyler. They're all alive and they all probably want me dead, and Huck here has been protecting me." Quinn turned around and looked at him. "So don't be mad at him…"

"I understand. Where are you working?"

"A small firm-"

"No, you work for me now. Huck will be your probation officer of sorts."

"Olivia, are you sure about this?" Huck asked.

"Yes, I can feel it in my gut. This is the right thing to do." Huck nodded his head. "Where are you staying?"

"I guess I'm staying with Huck."

"Is that fine, Huck?" Olivia asked, he forced himself to nod his head. He wasn't sure how things snowballed out of control so quickly. "She is a lawyer, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's even better."

Author's Note: So this story will be a bit AU with some real pieces from the show. Thanks for reading.