Chapter 4

The Cat and the Bag

"Where's Liv? Is she okay?" Harrison asked breathlessly. He rushed through the door of Abby's small studio apartment. Abby shut and locked the door behind him.

"I don't know. Is she?" Abby asked casually, taking a seat on the bar stool in her small living room space.

"You called me and said that Olivia was sick and you needed me to come right over. Why are you playing games with me, Abby? Liv isn't sick is she? She's not even here. You were lying."

"I am not a professional so I don't know if Olivia is sick or not. I needed to see you so I knew you'd come running if you thought your precious, Olivia, was threatened." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. She leaned back on the stool, spreading her thighs and propping herself up on the bar with elbows which caused her breasts to jut out.

"What are you doing, Abby?" Harrison looked at her through narrowed eyes in suspicion, but he couldn't stop his eyes from lingering on her body.

"What are you doing, Harrison? You knew Liv wasn't really sick or here with me," Abby said in a suggestive voice. She slipped off the stool and sauntered over to him where he stood by the couch. Her wedge hills made her height level to his. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. She was taking a chance trying to seduce him like this. The last time she tried he'd rejected her in the worst way but only after she had sucked him dry.

"You will never be Olivia on your best day. I love her. You give good head but that is about it," He'd said before leaving her apartment that night. That had been almost 7 months ago. Now, knowing that Olivia was being unfaithful to Harrison broke down all of Abby's insecurities. It empowered her to know that Olivia was not as perfect as she seemed. Most of all it gave her the moxie she needed to seduce Harrison. If he really loved Olivia, he would have been gone by now.

When her jeans were open she made a production of out pulling them down. She was emboldened by the look in his eyes. She stepped out of her jeans and took his hand. She spun around in a circle so he could see the underwear she wore. They were Olivia's, the ones she had snagged from the agent's drawer. She didn't know if Harrison would recognize them. She was prepared for each eventuality. "Do you like my panties? Do they look familiar?"

"No. I'm more familiar with what is underneath."

Abby laughed heartily throwing her head back in victory. She hadn't planned to have sex with Harrison. It was her intention to taunt him before showing him the video of Olivia. Now she wanted to have some fun. After all Harrison turned her on like no other man ever did.

She grabbed his hand and pushed it down the front of her panties. She found his middle finger and pushed it into her as far as it would reach. Abby gasped in pleasure.

"Damn it, Abby! You are drenched." Harrison snatched his hand out of her and snatched the panties down. He picked her up and bent her over the back of the sofa. "So this is what you called me over here for, Abby? I hope you are ready because you are going to get it," He spread her and thrust into her.

"Is this what you wanted Abby?" He lifted her leg to get deeper.

"Oh yes!" she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his swift thrusts.

After they were spent, they lay on the floor. Harrison pulled her up on the couch and covered them with the blanket.

"Abby, this doesn't change anything between us. It's just sex."

His words stung, but the information she had about Olivia was a salve to her wound. She planned to use it, but not just yet. There was more fun to be had.

"I know. That's what I wanted, sex. We don't work as a couple, but the sex is hot so..."

A smirk crossed his lips. "Yeah, that was good, but it can't happen again. I'm leaving soon."

Abby wanted to tell him about the monkey wrench that was going to be thrown in his plans, but she was enjoying this too much.

"Whatever you say Harrison." Abby yawned and stretched.

"You haven't been talking to Olivia about us have you?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"A couple of nights ago, she asked some questions about us…like why no one said anything when she and I started dating. It's like she was trying to see if there was something between us."

"In my experience, people ask those kinds of questions when they are guilty about something. Maybe she's fucking someone else." Abby couldn't planting that seed. How dare she ask about me? She practically took Harrison from me?

"Liv would never cheat on me. She's not built for it. If she wanted to be with someone else, and I know she doesn't, she would just tell me. I know my Liv, she loves me. That is why I feel so bad about this, Abby. I don't want to hurt her."

Abby was sickened by the dreamy expression he wore when he spoke about Olivia, like he worshipped her. Well she had something for the both of them.

"So Liv is visiting her parents now? You should be with her, Harrison. You've never met them, right? I think you should drive up to Jersey tomorrow to surprise her. I know she will be thrilled to see you. You're right, Harrison, we shouldn't be doing this. I mean you love Liv and she is my friend. But I do have a question does she still refuse to give you head?" Abby began kissing her way down his chest. He was already standing at attention when she settled between his legs. She bent his knees and looked up at him waiting for an answer. "Does she, Harrison?"

"Umm…no, but I respect her decision not to do that. I'm o-o-o."

Abby took him into her mouth and sucked him with gusto. She was enjoying this immensely, but not as much as she would enjoy watching Harrison catch Olivia with her pants down, probably literally given the way they were going at it on the tape.

Fitz was on the brink of going totally insane because of what Olivia was doing to him with her mouth. She was under that table between his legs gripping his thighs as her mouth rose and fell over his manhood.

They were at Franklin's Icecream and Malt Shoppe. This was their last night in Princeton before they were to depart and return to New York. After dinner, Fitz had planned to talk to Olivia about Rome. She hadn't mentioned it him and was acting as if she wasn't planning to leave the country. He knew she wasn't going anywhere even though she didn't know it yet. His intention had been to convince her to stay stateside before she was forced to.

She convinced him to walk the 5 blocks to Franklin's for ice cream. Before they left, she ran upstairs to change. When she appeared again wearing the same sundress she wore when they met at the Heavenly Dish, his mouth watered and he instantly hardened. Thankfully he was carrying his jacket to cover his arousal, but not before Olivia saw it. They strolled down the tree-lined street linked only by their pinky fingers, talking about nothing in particular. They were led to a back booth at Olivia's request. Olivia ordered a milkshake.

When the server left Olivia scooted close to him so she could whisper in his ear. "Do you remember the last time we were at a place like this and you did what you did to me under the table?"

"Yes," he whispered evenly. She had already started unbuckling his belt.

"Well, it is only fair that I return the favor. I am nothing if not fair. So, hold up the menu and act natural," she said pushing her hand deep into his pants to caress him.

"Olivia, please…"

She slipped under the table quickly.

"What the hell are you doing?" he said.

"Please shut up," she said.

The only thing he could do was lay his head back on the seat and grip the table. "Sir, are you okay?" The foreign voice caused Fitz to open his eyes and whip his head up.

"I'm...um...under the weather. Thanks." Fitz smiled weakly and the server walked away.

"Olivia, please stop…let's finish this back at the house…please," he pleaded.

She appeared from under the table and took a swig of water. "Only because you asked nicely. Let's go."

Fitz closed his pants, dropped a $20 bill on the table and followed her out of the store. They walked back in silence. When they reached the yard, Fitz produced the keys to unlock the car door. He pulled her inside and finished what she started.

"Livy, I know you are moving to Rome, but given the circumstances, you shouldn't be moving to the other side of the world," Fitz said against her neck. They were snuggled together in bed hours after returning from the ice cream shop.

"How do you know that?" She turned to look at him.

"Does it matter? I know and I don't want you to go."

She sat up and propped herself against the headboard. "These last couple of days have been out of time...surreal. But it is time to go back to our lives."

Fitz rested on his back, looking up at the ceiling. "What about our rules of engagement? Those were your idea. You signed it."

"They are in effect until I leave."

He turned away from her on his side and didn't say another word. It was a long while before she was able to go to sleep.

The next morning they prepared to leave. Charlise prepared a big breakfast and they all ate together one more time. Charlise made them promise to come back to visit on a regular basis. Olivia hugged them all and walked to the car with tears welling up in her eyes. The cold, stark reality set in. It was time to go, but she didn't want to leave her family or Fitz. He watched her walk down the porch stairs sensing that she was having a difficult time. He hugged her parents and squeezed Timothy's hand.

"Tim, I will be in touch. I have a proposition for you. We can discuss it over the phone," Fitz said.

"I'll look forward to it...Harrison," Timothy said, winking his eye.

When her parents and Timothy returned to the house, Fitz placed Olivia's bags in her car. She leaned against her vehicle and pushed her big sunglasses over her eyes.

"Well, I guess this is it," she said softly.

"Yeah...at least until we get back to New York," he said with a smile.

"Livy, why are you crying." He could see the tears under her shades.

"I'm going to miss my parents and Tim," she said wiping away the tears from under the shades.

He removed her shades and hung them on his shirt collar. He grasped both sides of her face, cupping her cheeks. Using the pads of his thumbs he rubbed her tears. He kissed the path they had made on her cheeks. His lips felt the wetness as new tears flowed where he had wiped. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth to let his tongue slid inside. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed like this would be the last time. They forgot about everyone and everything around them. Fitz lifted her and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. They didn't hear the crunch of tires coming up the driveway or the slam of the two car doors.

"What the hell is this? Get your hands off her!" Harrison bellowed. Fitz opened his eyes just in time to see Harrison cock the gun in his hand and aim at his head.

Three Hours Earlier

Harrison was eager to see Olivia. He needed to. The guilt of his betrayal with Abby was eating at him. The sex had been plentiful and better than he'd ever had with anyone. He didn't understand what had come over them, but he knew he had to stay focused on the future with Olivia.

Since that last heist they had been disconnected like two strangers on a road that was about to diverge on different paths. He could no longer ignore that feeling of dread that continued to grow in his gut when he thought about her, about them as a couple. She was slipping away from him, and the thought made him afraid. He needed her in his life.

Years ago, when he and Abby had answered her bogus advertisement for security guards, Huck handled the initial interviews. He had rejected their application and turned them away without a word of explanation. Instead of leaving, Harrison had pulled Abby behind the door so they could eavesdrop on the next interview. Olivia had led this one. Then, her hair had been cut close. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. She had worn a tight white t-shirt and off-white slacks, held up by suspenders. Her very high-heeled pumps had matched the color of her slacks. At that moment, he'd resolved to come back again the next day until they could get an interview with her.

Even though he and Abby were living together as a couple, he became instantly enchanted with Olivia. He promised himself he would not give up until he had convinced her to hire them. They got another interview and won her over. Olivia decided to hire them on the spot. Huck was not been happy.

"Liv, I already rejected them both." Huck whispered but not soft enough to escape Harrison's and Abby's ears from the other room where he'd pulled her aside.

"Why? I think they are just what we need?" Liv had countered.

"He's a needy little boy and she has a chip on her shoulder the size of Mount Everest. She is mean as hell, too, Liv. To top it off they are a couple. We don't need that dynamic either. What if they break up? We can't afford the drama." Huck made his case. Olivia spoke back to him in a forceful whisper, but they couldn't make out what she was saying. Whatever she had said worked because they were hired and then briefed on what they would really be doing.

In a few short months, they were training for their first heist. Abby was in the worst mood all the time so Harrison ignored her, preferring to be around Olivia as much as he could. She always said the most flattering things to both of them. She asked about his past, which was painful and hard to talk about. She had helped him work through his mom's neglect and his dad's harsh military style upbringing. It was when he got the news of his mom's death that their relationship changed. She'd comforted him the night he received the news. He reached for her out of a deep need, and she didn't stop his hasty kisses and groping. The kiss had quickly progressed and their relationship instantly took a turn.

Abby was livid when she found out. She'd begged him to break it off. They argued and broke up. The next morning, Abby emerged as if nothing had happened. They became a cohesive team, seemingly loyal to OPs and each other to the core. It was accepted that Liv and Harrison were a couple. Every now and then, Abby would make a snide comment, but no one ever took it seriously.

These were the thoughts coursing through Harrison's mind as he prepared to go to Princeton. He stopped reminiscing about his past and jumped in his white SUV, eager to make the drive to Princeton. He placed the two arrangements of flowers he'd bought for Olivia and her mother in the cardboard box and sat them on the passenger side floor. He caught a faint whiff of strawberries, reminding him of Abby's shampoo. I need to get Abby out my head…both heads…before I see Liv. He thought.

Fifteen minutes into his trip, he was already on the turnpike, zipping past cars so he could put on the cruise control. He saw something move across his rearview mirror. He frowned and craned his head around to see.

"Harrison, keep your eyes on the road, unless you want to put both of us in an early grave," said Abby casually from the trunk area behind the rear seats. She extended her long legs over the back and front seats, plopping down beside him on the front passenger side. He squeezed the steering wheel, feeling himself go hard with arousal and white hot anger.

Harrison refused to look at her. He kept his eyes on the road.

"What's wrong, Mr. Wright?" she said palming him between his legs. "I know you are happy to see me."

"Abby, move your fucking hands. What the hell are you doing in my car?"

Abby smirked and sat back against the seat, propping her bare feet on the dashboard. She wore skimpy blue jean shorts, a very fitted v-neck t-shirt emblazoned with a skull and cross bones. "Hells Bells" was written in big, jagged letters across the skull, encircled by bells rimmed in flames. She obviously wore no bra because her nipples stood at attention.

Abby slid down on the seat and spread her thighs. She could never pass up making Harrison squirm, though. No longer insecure about anything, she felt totally in control of the situation. She slowly ran her hands up and down her inner thighs. His eyes were going to get whiplash swiping back and forth between the road and her.

Harrison's arousal was getting uncomfortable. Abby was killing him with the sexpot act.

"Abby, answer the damn question! Why were stowed away in my trunk? You can't be here. You know where I am going."

"Well, I thought I could give you some pointers on how to handle the family. I did some research on Olivia's family. Her mom and dad are normal enough, but her brother, Timothy, is a quadriplegic, so you should try to think of ways to bond with him. I don't want you to look surprised when you meet him."

"Really? A quadriplegic? Olivia has never mentioned that about him."

"And I need you to do something for me one more time before you see Olivia."

"What, Abby?"

Abby rubbed chin as if she was in deep thought. "I don't know how to put it into words so I'll show you." She quickly discarded her shorts and underwear.

"Remember these? They are the same ones from yesterday. My lucky panties…I'll explain later, but first…"

Harrison was in the fast lane but had slowed down significantly. The blare of the horns behind him caused him to speed up and move to the slow lane.

Abby let the seat back as far it could go. She was pleasuring herself with her fingers. Harrison couldn't take it anymore. He pulled over to the side of the highway and joined her on the passenger side seat.

Sometime later they were back on the road riding in silence. Abby had changed into more respectable attire: black jeans, a white blouse, and flats. She felt uneasy about what she was about to do. Despite everything, she knew Harrison was going to be destroyed when she burst his Olivia bubble.

Her mission to find out what was going on with Olivia had been exhilarating. It had given her something to look forward to instead of the pain of losing Harrison forever when he left for Rome.

She'd considered keeping her mouth shut instead of being the harbinger of bad news. Abby knew he would hate her once he realized how she had known about it all along and used it against him. The sex, manipulation, the push to get him to Princeton wouldn't be interpreted as the misguided actions of a woman hurt, alone, and afraid, but as the machinations of a vindictive, loathsome, and heartless woman scorned. But Abby didn't care about that. She couldn't stop herself because of the deep down hatred she had for Olivia. She hated how she had a family, a brother, and how Huck worshipped her. Practically everyone loved her and now Quinn was following suit. Even the FBI agent whose job it had been to arrest her risked, everything to be with her, cameras be damned. Well now it was time to expose her lies. Abby was intent on bringing Olivia down and she didn't care if she went down in the process.

"Abby, I don't know why you changed. I am dropping you off at the nearest bus station. You can't go with me to Olivia's parents."

"I'm sorry for everything, Harrison. I hope one day you can understand why I did this. I have always loved you. Even when you fucked Olivia behind my back…made me feel like I was nothing compared to her…I still loved you. I thought you should know that Olivia is not who you think she is." Abby spoke clearly and without emotion in her voice. Harrison took note and listened.

Abby pulled the panties from her pocket, letting the scrap of silk hang over her fingers. "Are you sure these aren't familiar to you?"

"No, and why do you keep asking me that?" Harrison said, disgusted.

Abby read the tag. "The tags reads "Antonella, manufactured in Italy." I am not fluent in Italian like Olivia so I think that is what it says."

Harrison's eyes widened and he snatched the panties from her hands. "These are Liv's. What the hell are you doing with them? Why have you been wearing her panties, Abby?"

"I bet Agent Grant would be able to identify them," Abby said.

"Who in the hell is Agent Grant? For the last couple of days, you have been talking in riddles, flaunting your ass in front of me, happy to spread your legs for me. What is going on? If you have something to say, spill it. I am sick and tired of trying to figure out these puzzles."

"Olivia fuckin' Pope is not the Mother Theresa you think she is, Harrison. Do you remember how off balance she was after that heist at The Met? It wasn't because she was snagged by an FBI agent…well actually she was snagged by one…snagged by his dick. She fucked the FBI agent, Harrison. Fucked him during the freakin' heist!" Abby screamed.

Harrison looked ready to commit murder. "I must have fucked your damn brains out because you are crazy. Is my cock that good that you would invent some shit like this to make me mad at Liv? Do you want me that bad? You are a piece of work. You've always been jealous of Olivia but you have gone too damn far this time." Without looking back, Harrison veered to the right and off the exit. He pulled into the first driveway he saw, the parking lot of a seedy extended stay hotel. After killing the engine, he lunged at Abby. With both hands, he grabbed her neck and started squeezing.

"Take it back, you bitch!" Harrison screamed into her face watching her eyes turn red. Abby pulled on his hands, but they were too tightly bound around her neck. His eyes held a dazed look. Abby was not sure if Harrison was trying to kill her. She couldn't be sure of anything as her lungs burned for air. She wasn't prepared to die this way so she grabbed his ears and slammed her head into his. She knew it would hurt like hell, but it was her only course of action at this point. Huck had taught them to use that move as a weapon of last resort because of the potential damage to your own skull.

Harrison grunted in pain and fell back against the seat, gripping his head. Abby pulled a knife from her side holster and pointed it at him. She felt liquid streaming down her forehead. She wiped it away with the back of her hand and then smeared the bright red liquid on her jeans.

"You almost killed me you fucker! Stop acting like a damn child and listen to me! I swear I'll gut you like a pig if you try that again, Harrison. I don't want to, but I will. Sit up, and listen to me!"

Harrison turned around to face her. Blood ran down his temple. Abby grabbed a towel from the glove box threw it at him.

"I need to finish this because you need to hear it. I am going to give it to you straight, no more jabs or snide comments. When Olivia refused to let us see the tape, I got suspicious. You know Liv. She would never do that unless there was something on it she wanted to hide. Between that and her weirdness that night, I knew something was up. Huck and Quinn were acting suspiciously too, but they wouldn't talk to me. I don't think Quinn forgot to switch on the tape, and I know Olivia had Huck erased the original electronic feed from that night. I checked The Met and discovered that they have a back up recording on VHS in case the electronic archive goes out. I got the tape, Harrison. I'm not sure if I should show it to you now. Promise me you will keep your cool. It shows Olivia and the agent having sex. You can just take my word for it. Sex is sex, right?"

"No. I want to see it." Harrison said shakily.

"That might not be a good idea. I'll just describe it to you. See, he walks in the room while Liv is bent over the statue…"

"Abby! Show me the goddamn video! You have done all you could to let the damn cat out of the bag. Don't try to put it back in!"

Abby hesitated and then reached for her satchel in the backseat. That is when she realized her foot was stuck in a flower pot. She pulled out her phone and found the video file she had converted from the VHS. She pushed play and presented it to Harrison. He sat back on the seat and watched. His expression went from tortured to sad to angry to defeated. He threw the phone at Abby who caught it before it hit the window.

"Be careful. This video is our only proof of what really happened that night."

"Abby, you have really fucked me up good with this, but I am going to give her the benefit of the doubt. I fucked you so me and Liv are even now. We are leaving in a few days. I still don't understand the panties, though. That's sick and twisted, though, Abby, wearing Liv's draws."

"I found them at the agent's house. This is not a one time fling. I have developed two theories. Either she has been seeing him for a long time and that is why we have never been caught by the FBI or they fucked for the first time that night and have been seeing each other ever since. Either way is so unlike Queen Olivia, sleeping with the enemy, essentially fucking for our freedom…or she is so bored with you that she decided to get her jollies with the first person she met that night. You know our suits are designed to be worn with nothing underneath….talk about easy access…and then what about her rule about no sex the night before or the day of a heist. You didn't think I knew about that?…I guess she wanted all her strength reserved….and get this, Harrison…I found out that the agent, Fitzgerald Grant is engaged to be married to some prosecutor in six months! I visited her pretending to be a wedding planner and she gave me the dish. He has been preoccupied since the heist. That's where I found the panties…in his office. So all the evidence points to them getting busy for the first time that night and continuing to see each other. How else would he get her panties since she wasn't wearing any that night? Harrison, what are we going to do about this? She is putting us all in danger."

Harrison's cell phone rang breaking into the silence that formed after Abby's long monologue.

"What!" Harrison bellowed into the phone.

"Hello, Harrison, I have bad news for you. Rome is off!"

"Adonis, what are you talking about? Off?"

"Marco not want you in cartel. He say you are bug." Adonis spoke with a thick Italian accent.

"Bug? What the hell does that mean?"

"You plan to snitch to Italian government and American government about cartel. He say government has been sniffing round. It's your fault. We can't trust your ass. So no Roma for you. The deal is off. Don't come to Italy. You might be ended if you do. You are bug!" Adonis disconnected the line.

"Adonis, wait. That isn't true. Let me talk to Marco." Harrison punched the steering wheel. "Shit. This is truly the worst damn day of my life."

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, he said, "Okay, Abby. There has been a change in plans. You are coming with me to Liv's parents' house. You think this Agent Grant is there with her don't you? Make no mistake. I am still mad as hell at Liv, but I am going to get her ass and bring it back to New York. As for the agent, his ass is grass as far as I am concerned. I may just have to take him out so I am going to need your help. I don't know how I am going to deal with you, Abby. He pulled her onto his lap so that she faced him.

"I'm sorry for these." He planted kisses on the black and black blue ovals and lines along her neck.

Timothy was glad that his mom and dad had gone into the basement to watch their favorite morning news shows. The basement had been redone and was like a house onto itself, complete with its own kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms. It was also sound proof.

He was thankful that they weren't privy to the heartbreaking scene taking place outside. Olivia was a mess as usual. It was time to leave Grant and she was acting like a little school girl who didn't want to leave her mommy to get on the bus for school. The good thing was Grant seemed to be as stupid crazy about her as she was about them. Able-bodied folks, whew! Sometimes they exasperated Timothy to no end. Trying to play like they were so strong when they were as crippled as he was, but to their emotions and not to some cruel twist of fate that had rendered them to a wheelchair like him.

Timothy's motto for life was to embrace your inner cripple and love it fiercely. That's what he had done. Life had given him a boatload of lemons and he had made lemonade. If only, he could get his sister to stop carrying the damn accident around her neck like an anvil. No more art stealing. Settle down, have some kids, and grow old. Be happy. She had enough money to do so, but he was sure she wanted to suffer, suffer, out of some since of loyalty to him. Why should I walk around when Timothy won't ever be able to? That's what she'd screamed at their parents before she'd returned to college after his accident. Then she moped around like a zombie. The next he knew she was stealing very high priced art with Huck. Go figure! She seemed to be happy as a lark, or so she put on, because when she came to visit, her smiles never reached her eyes…well accept for this time with Grant.

Timothy heard a chime, signaling that something was entering the long drive onto the Pope property. He looked at the monitors and saw a white SUV pull in slowly on the gravel driveway. Timothy focused on lifting his arm to press the zoom button so he could see who was inside the SUV. He hadn't told anyone about his increased range of motion or how he could lift both arms level above his lap. On some days, when he was adventurous, he could lift his right arm above his head, but it tired him out to the point of total exhaustion. Those muscles had long since atrophied so it took a Herculean effort to do that. He knew he should tell someone so he could start therapy, but he didn't want to just yet, least of all the bastard doctors who said he'd never be able to lift his head much less his arms.

"Oh hell! What are they doing here?" Timothy said aloud when he saw Abby and Harrison. His mind started to race. There was no time to alert Grant or Olivia even if he was able-bodied. He knew that his sister and Fitz weren't going to stop pawing each other anytime soon so it was inevitable that Harrison would see them and then it would begin. All the ingredients were there.

Timothy knew that Harrison had an unhealthy attachment to Olivia tied up in his mommy issues. Judging from his observations of Fitz before and since this weekend, he was on a total Olivia head trip. Abby was a vindictive witch with an unhealthy attachment to Harrison and Olivia because of her jealously. And then there was Olivia, oblivious to it all. She would just be in the way as she tried to fight for each side. He exhaled, tired from this already. This was going to be a fight of epic proportions unless he rolled in.

Timothy smiled and slapped his knee as best as he could because he would finally get to see what Pandora 1 and Pandora 2 could really do. Pandora 1 was a state of the art motorized wheel chair. It had arms he could control with his fingers. The arms held darts, arrows, and bullets. Pandora 2 was his state of the art security system that spanned the periphery of the Pope property. It was complete with traps hidden strategically around the property. He could control it all from Pandora 1, or his laptop, or his cell phone. Right now the system was shut off because it used a lot of energy. He flipped the switch to turn it on. He rolled over to Pandora 1 switched it on and waited for the seat to extend. He would usually require help to get into the other chair, but he had practiced bearing on his better arm. He strained and swung himself over. He landed crooked, but was able to right himself. By the time he was ready to go downstairs, he was ringing wet with sweat. He glanced at his watch knowing his parents wouldn't be upstairs for hours. He hoped this would be over long before then. Just in case, he pushed another button that activated a lock to the basement door.

Timothy rolled around the house just in time to see a haggard looking Harrison and Abby emerge from the car. Harrison drew his gun, "What the hell is this? Get your hands off her?"

Fitz took a deep breath. He felt his heartbeat slow down. He'd learned that in training. In tense, life and death, situations, the automatic response was fight or flight. He learned to go against his natural inclinations and slow everything down. He had already memorized his surroundings, another tidbit from FBI training, to know the area, exits, entrances, measurements, etc. He grabbed Olivia closer so he could whisper in her ear.

"When I release you, roll under the car and stay there, okay?" She nodded in agreement.

"Didn't you hear me Grant! Get your fuckin' hands off my woman!" Harrison bellowed.

Fitz touched his lips to Olivia's brow. He had already slid his hand around his waist and to his holster. He now palmed his Glock 27. He simultaneously released Olivia from his hold while pulling out his gun, drawing it and aiming at Harrison.

He stepped over Olivia as she rolled under the car.

"FBI, drop your weapon!" Fitz said as he had done some many times before.

"I am not dropping anything. You are just a dirty agent sniffing after my woman and it stops today. I came to get her and we'll be leaving. Olivia, get your ass out here! I know you've been fucking this agent. Naturally, we have some things to discuss, but I forgive you, okay? Abby, I see her feet, pull her out." Harrison motioned for Abby to go forward.

"Harrison, what are you doing? How could you come to my parents house like this…with a gun…you bastard!" Olivia screamed from under the SUV.

Abby made a move to walk to the car but a dart came from the right side of the house and pierced her arms. She fell to the ground.

There was a whirring sound as Timothy finally made himself known. He wheeled out into the opening.

An involuntary smile appeared on Fitz's lips. Timothy! I should have known.

"Okay this is how all this shit is going to go down! Harrison, drop your gun, put your hands behind your head and lie flat on the ground. Your girl is already down so just do what she is doing," Timothy instructed.

"Tim, I can handle this. Are Charlise and Lionel okay? I don't want them to walk outside." Fitz kept his eyes and gun trained on Harrison.

"Mom and Dad are watching TV. They won't come up for air for a couple of hours so we are good." Timothy looked dismissively at Harrison.

Olivia scooted from under the car and stood up. "No, this is my problem. Harrison, please! Put down the gun. Let's talk about this." She walked toward Harrison.

Fitz grabbed her arm and snatched her behind him.

"Grant, stop manhandling her. We do need to talk. And what is this? Old home week or something? How do you know Olivia's parents and brother? Liv, you never told me about your crippled ass brother, Livy. Why? What did I do to deserve this? I thought you loved me."

"Harrison, if you don't do what I say, crippled will be a step up for you. Get on your face!" Timothy warned.

Harrison ignored him and made a move toward him. Timothy released 4 darts into Harrison's body, and he went down like a felled tree.

"Timber!" Timothy yelled.

"What are in those darts?" Fitz asked moving away so that Olivia could come around his body.

"Timothy! What did you do to them?" Olivia asked.

"Aww, nothing that a couple of hours of sleep won't cure. I shot them with tranquilizers. Abby will come to before Harrison. He was a high strung don't you think? And Liv, don't feel guilty about stepping out on Harrison with Grant, here. He and Abby have had a few liaisons since you all have been together. Look at them! They both look like they've been in a fight already. I wonder what happened on the drive down. This was fun even thought I didn't get to use Pandora 2. Whew! Little ducks in Texas! Whoo hoo!" Timothy shouted, lifting both of his arms above his head. In all the excitement, he had forgotten to hide his new range of motion.

At that moment, Olivia could care less about Harrison or Abby. She grabbed Timothy's hands and hugged them to her chest.

"Timmy," she screamed. She used to call him that when they were small kids. "You raised your arms! Fitz did you see that, he raised his arms! She fell in Timothy's lap and hugged him tightly, laughing and crying all at once. Fitz knelt beside the chair and rubbed her back. Timothy lay back in the chair with no clever words to offer up. All he could do was let his own tears flow at her happiness. In the midst of this mess, Olivia seemed truly happy in that moment.