"What the hell did you do?" Olivia yelled in his face. Everyone turned and stared at Liv. She barged into the White House and into the Situation Room. Secret Service had followed her from the second she went past Morris at the front gate when he needed to see her pass. They all yelled for her to stop but she kept walking. When she reached the Situation Room in her forceful effortless way, she slammed the doors open and stomped over to Cyrus, smacking him across the left side of his face.

Secret Service followed her in and grabbed her hands but Fitz told them to let her go. "Cyrus Beene you better tell me what the hell you did!" Cyrus got up and excused himself. He took hold on Olivia's arm and dragged her to his office.

"What are you talking about? Nice slap by the way," he said as he rubbed his cheek.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. What the hell did you do to Reagan?" she demanded.

Cyrus showed a bit of concern. "What about Reagan? He's at the hospital." He sat down behind his desk randomly looking around.

"Do not lie to me Cyrus! Where the hell is he! I know what you did now where did you put him?"

"Olivia! Stop this now! I do not know where he is, I haven't seen him since yesterday when I came to see you. Have your team figure out where he is, I don't have time for this."

"I don't have time to hunt down a sick two month old, where the hell is Reagan!"

Cyrus leaned back and looked her dead in the eyes. "I do not know where he is. If I knew I would have him returned to you, unharmed and healthy. But I can't do that because I don't know about his whereabouts. Now please leave."

Olivia jumped and grabbed Cyrus by the shirt, yanking him to stand up. "You make that phone call…"

"Hey, okay, okay, relax" Fitz had walked in and saw Olivia physically grabbing Cyrus and went to her. He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her away from him.

"Cyrus Beene, you make that damn call or I will make one and you'll never be heard from again! Find him now!" She struggled to get out of Fitz grip put he wasn't having it. He walked backwards towards the door.

"Olivia! Calm down, stop whatever this is. It's only a client," he guessed. "You can't attack him like this."

"Get your damn hands off of me Fitzgerald!" Fitz took her out of Cyrus's office and shut the door.

"What is the matter with you?" Fitz asked her.

"Go to hell!" She walked away from him and out of the White House.

Fitz stood in the hallway and watched her leave. After a minute he went back into Cyrus's office. "What was that about?"

"Nothing, she'll be fine. It's just a client. She's worried about losing the client, whoever it is. Like I'm supposed to know where in the world her client is. Don't worry, Sir. She'll come to her senses."

"Looks like she got you good though," Fitz looked at his cheek. It was bright red and she got her nails in it too.

"One thing she does know how to do is hit. Let's get back to this meeting."

All through the day, Fitz was worried about Olivia. It seemed to him that she may have gone a little crazy since he last saw her. She was never upset about a client. Why would she randomly come into a meeting and hit Cyrus? How would he know what happened to the client anyway? When everyone had gone home, Fitz called in the agents who were in charge of watching Liv.

"What's going on with her? Where has she been?"

"Mr. President, Ms. Pope has rarely been home. She comes home around eleven at night and leaves at five the next morning. She goes off through the back way at her apartment and comes home that way too. We've discretely followed her every day. She goes into James Madison every day. We aren't sure why though."

"Did either of you think to, I don't know, follow her in?" Fitz was irritated with the agents. "You didn't think that her going to the hospital every single day for the past two months is suspicious behavior?"

"I'm sorry, Sir. We just thought she might be visiting a friend or a relative. We didn't see any reason to follow her in. She seems to be holding up alright though."

"She came in here today, into a classified meeting in the Situation Room and slapped my Chief of Staff. That's not normal behavior. Go pick her up and take her here. If she refuses to go with you willingly, remove her."

"Huck, in the morning, get him. I don't care how you get the information. Just find my son." She opened the door to the agents.

"Ms. Pope, please come with us." Before she answered, the agents removed her.