The Things People Will Do For An Oval Office
Chapter 9
First We Take Your Reputation
It had been 16 hours 34 minutes and 27 seconds since she had heard from the rescue team. Something must have gone wrong. Fitz promised to make contact within 12 hours. Olivia paced in circles wringing her hands. She thinks to herself, Are they dead, injured or God forbid captive? With each passing minute, Olivia grew more and more restless. Harrison tried to comfort her but she did not want to talk or be consoled. All Olivia wanted was to know her husband and friend were safe and unharmed. As she prayed silently her mind screamed, I can't lose him again. I won't survive this time without him. If he dies, I won't go on…I can't. She collapses into an armchair in front of a window facing the backyard of the safe house. Tears stream down her cheeks. Lost in the emotional uncertainty of her beloved's fate, she almost fails to hear the "ding, ding", of the burner phone announcing an incoming message.
Authorization "Granted", proceed as planned. Drop the next bomb Livvie!
Tears of relief quickly replace tears of fear. "Ding, ding", another incoming message.
"I love you. I can't wait to debrief you!"
Olivia smiles, her cheeks rosy from Fitz's innuendo laden text message. She falls to her knees from the chair and thanks God for keeping Fitz safe. Joy consumes her heart. How is it within the span of 30 seconds she can love her husband 10 times more than she did 16 hours ago? Reveling in the moment, Olivia does not hear Harrison speaking to her at first.
"Liv it's time. Harold should be in his office by now."
Olivia stands up, looks at Harrison with steely eyes and says, "let's do this!"
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It is 4 a.m. and Big Gerry, also known as Harold, is already in his office ready to start the day. The familiar chime of an incoming Skype call brakes the early morning silence. Harold opens his tablet and accepts the call. Immediately his eyebrows furl in shock as his eyes behold the caller.
"Olivia Pope, to what do I owe this unexpected call?"
"Come on dad, do you really expect me to believe you weren't anticipating a call from me or Fitz? Her tone filled with incredulence. It is after all your birthday. Plus given the recent revelations in the news, I'm rather surprised you haven't reached out to us."
"Cut the bullshit Pope. What do you want?" Harold demands.
"Nothing really, only your head on a platter, your balls in a vice and your life in ruins." She says in a sing song voice.
"Where the hell is my son?"
"Do you mean my husband?" Olivia smirks.
"Move on Olivia that dream died 10 years ago. Fitz and Mellie will be married before the end of the year. He will become the governor of California and eventually president. Today's headlines will be lining birdcages and kitty litter boxes tomorrow. My current problems are merely unplanned bumps in the road. My master plan for Fitz will come to fruition. His political future is already bought and paid for."
"In a few years, if he still wants to have you as his chocolate morsel on the side, I'm sure Mellie will be amendable to such an arrangement. For now, girlie girl enjoy your temporary reunion because in a few days Fitz will be in California acting like a Stepford wife. You are and always will be nothing more than a fembot; something to use when he needs to wax his rocks."
Olivia's blood was boiling. If only she could reach through the screen, rip out his carotid artery and shove it down his throat with her bare hands. "I'll kill Fitz myself before I'd let you get your filthy hands on him again. You are a pig and you are about to lose everything you hold dear. Or should I say everything you lied, cheated and manipulated to get."
"Olivia Fitz is useless and you and your little outfit of misfits are no match for me. If you ask nicely, I might take it easy on you."
Harrison gives the signal to wrap it up. Olivia telegraphs her assent.
"While I have thoroughly enjoyed our little verbal joust, it's time for me to deliver a message from my Commander in Chief. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III has declared war on you. You have violated the sovereign nation of your marriage and murdered our child. You've wielded your delusional machinations like weapons of mass destruction. You are a vile, worthless excuse for a human being and your reign of terror is coming to an end. There will be no appeasement, no compromise, or armistice. This war ends with your complete and absolute destruction."
"He has a way with words Olivia but his strong words mask empty threats. Neither of you have the wherewithal or balls to come after me. I advise you both to savor your temporary freedom because I know where you are hiding and I'm coming after you." Harold spits.
"I for one think you are a disgusting pig and will enjoy having a hand in your meteoric fall from hell's version of Mount Olympus. Prepare to descend into a life of obscurity and irrelevance. You are less than nothing. You are a footnote, written in pencil on a post-it stuck to the bottom of the shoe of a farmhand knee-deep in horse manure. My husband is personally going to erase your life from the annals of history. Grab hold of your nuts Harold Grant because according to my Fitz those aren't safe either."
Harold's mouth drops open from shock. He's speechless and paralyzed. How do they know who he is? Who else knows? Suddenly his phone begins to vibrate and scurry across his desk. He presses ignore. It starts to vibrate again. He presses ignore once more. He's about to throw the phone across the room when Olivia starts to speak again.
Olivia smiles warmly. "I think you better answer the phone Harold. Enjoy the rest of your day". As the screen fades, Olivia sees a man rushing to Harold's side. "I wonder if that's Hearst?"
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Harold pushes a button under his desk the minute Olivia's image comes into view. The button triggers a trace on incoming calls. The word Dayton flashes on Harold's computer screen.ucHu
"I advise you both to savor you temporary freedom because I know where you are hiding and I'm coming after you."
Olivia sensing Harold has taken the bait ends the conversation.
Olivia and Harrison board their flight to Denver.
"Olivia, Huck called. Harold's men are en route to Dayton."
"Mhmm, good thing we're in Detroit."
They both chuckle and fasten their seat belts.
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"What do you mean he's gone? Harold is beside himself with rage. How could this happen? How did they know he was there? What happened Hearst?"
"From what we can piece together, an extraction team of maybe eight or nine immobilized the perimeter guards then overwhelmed the interior building security forces. We loss five or six guards during the rescue. A dozen or more are permanently crippled or injured in some way."
"Stop calling it a rescue. Hearst it was a kidnapping. It was a robbery. Fitz has stolen something extremely valuable and I want it returned. You are in-charge of Somerset security. This happened on your watch. . ." Harold's snipes, his tone menacing.
"Yes sir."
"By the way, how do you want to compensate those injured during the res.. altercation?"
"Pay them a month's severance and $250k."
"Yes sir," Hearst says with a smile.
"Hearst, then make sure none of them are around to cash those checks."
"Sir?" Hearst questions with a perplexed expression.
"You heard me. They were sloppy and careless. I don't reward failure. Remember that Hearst."
"Yes sir."
"I underestimated you Fitz. I won't do it again. If war is what you want, war is what you shall have." Harold mumbles to himself.
Harold sits at his desk pondering the day's events. There is rat in my house giving away my cheese and I need to find out who it is. He picks up his phone and dials a number. "Phelps I need to see you."
"I'll be right over sir."
Phelps enters Harold's office with caution. Looking at Harold, he's unsure of Harold's state of mind.
"Sir."
"I'm sure you've heard about what happened last night at the Somerset facility."
"Yes sir. Hearst filled me in this morning."
"What's your take on the situation Phelps?"
"My take sir?"
"Yes, your analysis of this breach in security."
"Well, given the swiftness of the operation and the obvious target objective, I'd say it was an inside job."
"I agree. My thoughts exactly. I need you to look into this mess."
"Sir?"
"Yes."
"This is Hearst's area of responsibility. I don't think he will appreciate me investigating his security measures."
"I don't care Phelps. This is my life and my company. Someone on his team or near to me is a mole and I need to find out what other information he or she has passed on to Fitz. I'm vulnerable as long this traitor remains a mystery."
"I'll get right on it sir."
"And Phelps."
"Yes sir."
"Do not exclude Hearst from your investigation."
"Yes sir. I won't."
"Anything else sir."
"Yes, what's the status on Olivia Pope?"
"Our people are in Dayton following the lead. IT traced the transmission to a remote farmhouse just outside of the city. Hearst believes we should apprehend all the operatives, including Ms. Pope, Fitz and your brother in matter of hours."
"Good, keep my informed."
"Of course sir."
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Fitz stands shifting his weight from one foot to the other, anxiously fidgeting at the arrival gate waiting for Olivia's plane to land. He needs to touch her, to feel her embrace, to inhale her unique scent and to taste her mouth. He didn't have to wait long. The ticketing agent, as if on cue, stands at the gate desk and announces the arrival of the Detroit flight.
One by one, the passengers disembark from the plane and amble through the breezeway. He stands to the side searching for his better half. He checks the time on his watch. As soon as he looks up, he sees her; Harrison is following close behind, bags in tow. Olivia scans the sea of unfamiliar faces congregating at the breezeway entrance. She turns to the left. There he is. There's her Fitz. Olivia rushes to her husband. Fitz slips hurriedly through the crowd almost colliding with a grandmother bending over to hug her grandson. Fitz and Olivia embrace. Fitz gives Olivia a deep toe curling kiss. Harrison stands next to the enraptured duo nodding and smiling at the passing gawkers and onlookers. Finally, Harrison has to say something. "Hey you two, there are young children present and old folks on beta blockers. You need to cool it with your x-rated greeting."
Heeding Harrison's warning the two reluctantly separate.
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Fitz, Olivia and Harrison arrive at the Denver safe house.
"Harrison, why don't you head in. I need to talk to Olivia for a moment."
Fitz pushes the remote to lower the garage door.
"Sure thing, is Huck here?"
"Yeah, he's inside with Carter and Hemet. Quinn is on her way and Abby is in D.C. setting the stage for part one of phase three."
"Okay", Harrison says as he picks up the luggage. Fitz tries to help but Harrison stops him. "I got it man. Go on and talk to her; she was really worried." Harrison turns and enters the house.
Fitz approaches Olivia who is waiting patiently by the car. He cups her face in his hands and presses his forehead to hers.
"I love you so much sweetheart."
"I love you too baby." They share another intimate kiss and embrace.
"Is everything okay? I was so worried when we didn't hear from you after 12 hours.
"Yeah, we ran into a little more resistance than we expected."
"Is your father alright?"
"My father is doing better than I expected. He's at the other safe house preparing to undergo intensive therapy with the specialists. Liv, he knows who I am. Harold told him about me a long time ago. He said he prayed every day for me to come and rescue him. Can you believe that? He says he's loved me ever since he found out about me. He loves me Livvie. My real father loves me." Fitz's eyes fill with tears. Olivia reaches up to pull his head to her heart. He needs her. She holds him tight, releasing her love to him, her strength to him, to soothe him, to fortify him. He slowly sinks to his knees, resting his head on Olivia's stomach and encircling her waist with his arms. He weeps.
"Let it out Fitz. I'm here my love. I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere. We're all free now." No matter how long it takes, she will stay stationary comforting her husband through his pain.
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Sometime later but still in the garage
"How's the team?"
"Uninjured and all accounted for? Fitz beams.
"What about the other guys?"
"Ugh, well not so good."
"Fitz!"
"What, what?"
"Whatever, we'll discuss this later. Right now I mean to have you six ways from Sunday." She says as she grabs his crotch.
They gaze into each other's eyes feeling that rare completeness that only comes from being in the presence your soul mate. He bends down, kisses her and presses her body against the car. His tongue glides along her soft supple lips seeking entry into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The mere taste of her makes his body quiver. The kiss is deep, warm, moist and loving. The sound of their oral passion propels their desire into overdrive. His hands cup and knead her breasts. Her hands roam over his back, his arms and his chest. Flesh on flesh, the feel of it, the smell of it, they need it; their bodies crave it. Olivia unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. Fitz moans in her mouth as his head snaps back as her hand massages his rigid member. His snaking tongue moves from her swollen lips and slowly travels down her neck, stopping periodically to suck and bite and mark her until he reaches her collarbone. With her free hand, she lifts up his sweater partially exposing his firm pectorals and well-defined abdominals. The heady scent of her man makes her euphoric. He grabs her buttocks and hoists her to his waist. Her thigh brushes against his flesh wound causing him to grimace.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Olivia lowers herself down from his waist. Her face plastered with concern.
"Nothing, I just have a little owie."
"An owie. Let me see, what happened?"
"Please don't flip out. It's just a flesh wound. A bullet grazed me." Fitz raises his sweater allowing Olivia to exam his injury.
"What! Fitzgerald, why didn't you tell? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine but I could really use some TLC from my woman."
"Oh poor baby, you want mama to kiss your owie and make everything all better?"
"Livvie it's going to take a lot more than a kiss to make all my pain go away. He places her hand back on his fully engorged member and winks.
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Huck, Harrison and the two remaining members of the extraction team sit in the kitchen eating and playing poker. Fitz enters from the garage first, then Olivia. Harrison makes a comment about sending out a search party. As soon as Olivia enters the room, the men from the team stand up and sound off like a choir, "damn Fitz, is this your wife?" "How the hell did you get her? Blackmail, psychotropic induced mind manipulation; did she lose a bet or something? Carter chokes out. Olivia laughs and wraps her arm around a blushing Fitz. A smiling Fitz introduces Olivia to Carter and Hemet with pride.
Hemet and Carter shake their heads in bewilderment. Whatever mate-worthy appeal Fitz has must truly be amazing if this beautiful woman pined ten years for him. Seeing Fitz and Olivia together brought everything about this mission into focus. Olivia is the missing piece in Fitz's life. They could tell their friend and comrade, the man who saved their lives more than once, was now complete. The empty shell of a man they knew of late is long gone and the source this wonderful transformation is his wife Olivia Grant. They walk over to Olivia extending their hands in greeting as they address her warmly. Olivia gives each a hug and whispers in their ears, "thank you for helping us and keeping Fitz safe."
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After several hours of eating, joking and hearing stories about Fitz's checkered past, Olivia excuses herself and heads upstairs to bed.
Fitz turns to Huck. "How is our ASPCA project moving along?" Fitz asks.
"On schedule, everything is in place. Once he starts chugging down his evening scotch his backyard shenanigans should have the neighbors in an uproar within a couple of hours. Tomorrow morning Harold will have a lot of explaining to do. Fitz I don't even want to know how you thought of this one. This is some sick perverted shit about to go down." Huck says laughing.
"I can't take credit for this idea. I read an article about the guy in Times." Fitz confesses.
Fitz bids everyone a good night and heads upstairs to be with Olivia.
"Huck, explain to us why Fitz and Olivia have to have the entire second floor to themselves." Hemet asks.
Huck bends down and opens the satchel next to his chair. He takes out a bag, looks at Harrison and begins to distribute the contents of the bag.
"Earplugs? What are these for, says Carter?"
"What is that noise? Is that moaning?" Hemet questions.
"Oh God Fitz! Oh god, oh god Fiiiittttzzz!"
The sound of a headboard relentlessly banging against the wall causes everyone to chuckle.
"Come for me baby, I want to hear you scream!"
"What the hell, Fitz is a mack daddy?" Carter yelps.
"If you plan to stay here in the kitchen, I suggest you put in your earplugs; they'll probably be at it for hours.
"No fucking way!" Hemet states emphatically.
"The downstairs bedrooms are pretty soundproof."
"Huck how do you know man?"
"Simple, ten years Harrison. They've apart for ten years and with no one else. You don't need to be psychic to guess what they plan to do every free moment they have. What do you think they were doing out in the garage?"
"Point well taken."
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Back on the East Coast
"Listen officer, my taxes pay your damn salary and I want action taken. I'm telling you there is something unsavory going on at the Grant estate. The shrieking is loud, unnerving, and unremitting. We can't sleep. Whatever he is doing over there is disturbing the peace of the entire neighborhood. It sounds like an animal is being tortured or killed. Send a patrol car. Hell, send a couple of patrol cars."
Within minutes, the darkness of night is luminous with flashes of bright red and white light and the evening quiet shattered by the sounds of approaching sirens. Three patrol cars race down the street leading to the Grant estate. One car screeches to a halt at the entrance to the driveway while other two patrol cars continue up the circular stone pathway to the front of the Grant residence. Exiting their cars the officers are greeted with the unholy noise of what sounds like pigs being slaughtered. After banging on the front door and receiving no response, the officers, guns drawn, make their way to the side gate to gain access to the backyard. They immediately drop their guns, absolutely stunned by the scene taking place in front of them. Their mouths drop open and for a few seconds they are totally flabbergasted.
"Ross do you see what I see?" The younger officer asks.
"Roberts, if you weren't standing here asking me that question I'd swear I was having some sort of hallucination brought on by a caffeine-sugar overdose."
And what a nightmare it is. There before them, three men, each in a separate portable pen with two pigs. Condoms strewn haphazardly on the lawn in and near the pens. One man passed out from exertion in the first pen. Harold and the second man going at it fast and furiously with their swine dates. Pumping and thrusting like wild men, neither saying a word, just grunting.
"How long did the neighbor say the screeching had be going on?
"I don't recall, maybe a couple of hours." Roberts replies.
"Geez, what a bunch of sick fucks." Ross retorts.
"How do you want to handle this? Do we let them finish?"
"How exactly would we go about pulling them apart?"
"Isn't this some form of animal cruelty?"
While they stood pondering their strategy for separating man from beast, Harold and other man, scream as they finally cum. They pull their members out of the rear of their porky submissives, discard the condoms, pull up their pants, and sit on the ground exhausted. Both unaware of the officers' presence.
"Yeah, put a call into Animal Services and tell Jenkins to let them through when they get here."
"You got Lieutenant." Roberts walks over to the side gate and places the call. He returns moments later.
"Okay, let's take our porcine Lotharios into custody."
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The call goes out over the airwaves. Several reporters scanning the police band call in the lead to their news desks. By 5 a.m., network news crews are descending in droves on the exclusive upscale New York neighborhood jockeying for parking near the senator's home. BNN receives an anonymous tip, compliments of Huck, about the police responding to a strange commotion at the Grant estate.
Charlie and Wink disappear into the crowd slowly gathering across the street from the estate. A request for reinforcements goes out to assist with spectator and media control. Charlie calls Huck shortly after the police arrive.
"It's done", Charlie says with a smile that can be felt through the phone.
"Who's on site", Huck asks.
"Everyone. I see BNN, some local affiliates, the ASPCA and the police. Whatever Fitz got from his chemist buddy worked like a charm. The dude is more randy than a bull in heat. How long does the stuff last?"
"How much did you use? If you gave him a couple of drops he should be coming down right about now."
"Two drops because that's all we had. Lucky we didn't have an accident and drop the vial. How long has he known his father has had this particular proclivity for pork based pleasure?"
"With that drug I don't think it matters how your tastes run; whatever you see once the drug takes affect is what you want to fuck. Fitz just happened to see an article on that Buford guy and decided why the hell not."
"Okay, well, we're off to target number two. I'll contact you when it's done."
"Thanks Charlie."
"Always a pleasure man."
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"Monica Campbell for BNN reporting. We're standing outside the New York estate of former four time senator Fitzgerald "Big Gerry" Grant. Information is sketchy but what we do know is that the police were summoned to the estate early this morning after receiving numerous complaints from the neighbors."
"Sir, sir may I talk with you for a moment."
"Sure."
"What is your name?"
"Buford Timmons."
"Mr. Timmons I understand you are here to retrieve several pigs but the police are refusing to release the animals to you.
"Yes, that's the gist of the situation."
"Sir when did you deliver the pigs?"
"Last night."
"How many pigs did you deliver?" The reporter asks.
"Four queens and two barrows."
"Are those breeds of pig?"
"No. A queen is a virgin female pig and barrow is a castrated male pig."
"Oh, I see." Monica says, growing increasingly uncomfortable.
"Did the former senator mention why he wanted to rent the pigs for the evening?"
"He didn't have to, I know what my clients want."
"I'm sorry Mr. Timmons did say your clients?"
"Yes I did. I provide a personalized service for those whose erotic desires go beyond the human experience."
"I'm sorry, I'm a little confused, what exactly are you saying?" The reporter blurts out.
"Are you saying you provide animals for people to have sexual relations with?"
"Yes."
"Are you saying former governor Grant procured your services last night?"
"Yes."
"Are you saying Governor Grant asked you to bring animals to his home for the purpose of sexual relations with the animals?"
"Yes."
"Look I don't judge. I fill a void and satisfy a need." Timmons boasts proudly.
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"Dude where did you find this guy?" Carter inquires between uncontrollable fits of laughter.
"Craig's list", Fitz chuckles.
Fitz and Olivia are sitting on the couch in the safe house watching the BNN newscast. They smile from ear to ear as the police lead Harold and the two unidentified men into the police station to be booked on animal cruelty and bestiality charges. The happy couple give each other a high five, a finger wiggle and a finger snap to the side.
"There goes your reputation pig," Olivia mutters.
"Hungry baby?"
"Yeah, but let's check in on my dad first. I want you to meet him."
"I'd loved to my heart." She gives her husband a quick peck.
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"Where the hell am I?" Mellie asks herself realizing she's on the floor of a restroom. The taste in her mouth is awful and her throat and jaw are sore. The restroom floor is littered with numbered cards. She stands but her legs are unsteady. She opens her hand and finds a crumpled card with the number 24 printed on it. "What the hell happened last night?" Suddenly the restroom door swings open and a anxious mousy looking man rushes in.
"Hey Mels, I know you said you'd only do 24 but I really need to jack off."
"Are you sure you can't tackle 25?"
Mellie gasps. Without warning, the memories of the prior night's events start inundating her mind. "Oh god, tell me I'm dreaming."
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AN –
Well there you have it the first two scrimmages in the Olitz war against Harold Putnam
Grant. I hope it lived up to your expectations. Next up is the demise of their legacies. You'll also learn what happened to Mellie.
Please leave me your comments and suggestions. They really help to fuel the creative juices.
ASPCA - American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals