"Oh No!" Huck stops suddenly. He sighs like he knows it will be a long day.
"What...What's going on? Did some…ddid someone break into Olivia's office? Huck! Huck you're starting to scare me! Tell me is there something wrong?" Quinn started to turn red. Huck swore he saw her face go green. He shrugged.
"It's Olivia. She is upset about something." He rubbed his neck. He didn't like to get his hands wet and he thought that since he knew so much about Liv that he just might.
"Well, maybe we should go help her. I'm sure she could use some company." Quinn's face turned to her normal color again. Her hands shook lightly but at least she wasn't drinking coffee.
"You shouldn't drink caffeinated beverages…" He left her standing there blushing down at her thermal.
When he opened the door, he could tell right away that she was mad. The usually neat freak had pens, paperclips, staples, papers, and a promise ring on the ground. Promise ring? He thought. Liv never had a lover…well…not according to him.
"Liv. Liv! Wake up. Today we have to bring in Mark. He's the only guy for our next job."
She sat up and stretched. She had a horrible ache in her side, and then all of a sudden she was in her connected bathroom throwing up. Huck waited by her door.
"Sooo…is there anything you want to talk about? Could I get you anything?" Huck mumbled. He didn't like seeing her weak. She was the one who towered over him, to save him and give him a better life. He would protect her at any cost.
"Take my calls today. Don't reveal where I am I just need some time. I will be fine and I don't want you to worry about me Huck. Have Harrison take care of our guy…Ohh and don't let Quinn know anything. Send her to get more coffee, or…or forward important e-mails. I don't know just keep her away. You need me you know to call me. I don't care how small the problem, we will win." Her eyes seemed sharp. Huck knew something wasn't right, but he owed it to her to follow her instructions. He left without another glance and walked straight past Quinn knocking down files. She piled them clumsily in her arms trying to keep up with Huck.
Olivia locked her office and crept away when no one was looking. She took the stairs and popped in headphones. The tears were spilling over, but at least her car had tinted windows.
She rushed to her car and the one person she never wanted to see sat in her backseat. His eyes were black. He didn't sleep well..hhhmm, She thought. His tie was undone and his hands clenched together anxiously. He frowned and her heart could've dropped because she knew she needed to keep her hands to herself.
"Hi Liv." He cleared his throat. The President was actually too nervous to talk?
"I..I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I know you probably hate me, but I didn't mean that. I was angry and drunk, and a complete mess. Can we talk?"
"Well…you already invited yourself in my car so you might as well." She gulped. She knew he could say or do anything to make her come crawling back to him.
"Mellie wanted you to stop by to uuuhhh…catch up. Dinner, me, you, her, cyrus and ummm uuhhh I'd love for you to come." He looked down as he whispered the last part.
"I miss you Liv. It's been a whole two days and I'm lost. I don't…its just…I…uuuhhh…"
"Fitz…I love you but I can't change who you are. I can't take a father away from his kids, a husband from his wife or a leader from his people. I can't redo what has been done. I just wish you could see that. I am Olivia Pope. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't take Mellie's place."
She stared out the windshield. The silence that hung between them was uncomfortably suffocating because there was too much emotion, too much chemistry.
"I'm sorry." He kissed her neck, lingered then gave her shoulder a light squeeze. He pulled his hat and shades on then got out the car and disappeared.
Her head hit the staring wheel and for the second time in ten minutes, she cried. She was grateful no one could see her or feel her pain because it was absolute torture. After a quick pep talk, she pulled around the corner. She headed home to eat ice cream and cry some more. She needed to think. That's probably why she never realized the 2007 Camero was following her.