A/N: OK, to show I'm serious about regular updates, here's another one. Hope you enjoy, I'd appreciate feedback. Happy New Year!

Chapter 5: Where or When

It seems we stood and talked like this before
We looked at each other in the same way then
But I can't remember where or when– Rodgers and Hart

The pleasant expression on the stranger's face didn't change as he steadily held the gun to her head. Liv's first instinct was to try to rush him for the gun, but considering her injury and the fact her hands were still tied, that didn't seem the most practical option. She'd have to try to talk her way out of this. He probably was the one that set the nail trap, so he was either a scavenger or a bounty hunter. She didn't see anyone else around, but that didn't mean they weren't. Scavengers weren't usually this bold, so he must be a bounty hunter.

"Hey, look, you've got to help me. I'm a bounty hunter and I've been charged with bringing that man to justice." Liv gestured her head towards the rover as she began to spin a story on the spot. "He's a wanted man and there is a huge award if he's brought in alive. If you help me, we can split the profits. He's hurt, but it'll take the two of us to restrain him. Untie me now and I can help." She held out her hands. Fitz groaned again from the vehicle. She could see the wheels spinning in the man's head. He could just decide to kill one or both of them.

Instead he yelled out for someone. "Red! Come here." Dammit, he's not alone. Her heart sank; it seemed that she was going from one captor to another.

A woman with red hair slicked back in a pony tail appeared from out of the tree line holding a shot gun aimed at Liv. Her face was a mass of freckles due to frequent exposure to the sun. She did not share her partner's sunny disposition, her face betrayed little emotion as she observed Liv. The man relayed what Liv told him. "Harry, she's not much of a bounty hunter if she became the captor of her bounty," the woman sniffed.

Harry laughed, "Have you forgotten how I found you, Red?"

Now the woman's face started to match her hair as she seemed to be recalling an embarrassing memory. She ignored Harry's question and asked one of her own. "What's your name?"

"Lyn Harmer," Liv smoothly lied.

"Never heard of you," the red-head dismissed.

"Well, I've never heard of Harry and Red."

"The name is Amber," the woman declared testily.

"I haven't heard of Harry and Amber either," Liv retorted.

"What's the name of your bounty," Harry inquired, looking towards the rover.

Liv turned to the vehicle. Fitz had stopped moaning which filled her with a concern she couldn't quite understand. She never even got his last name. "His name is Fitz."

A surprised expression crossed the man's face. "Fitz? Fitz Grant?" Liv said nothing in response, not sure what to do with this new information. She just smiled like she knew more than she was telling.

"Watch her, Red. I'm going to check this out." Amber brought her shotgun eyelevel nodded to her partner. Harry cautiously approached the vehicle gun out and close to his body. He checked the driver's side and then called out. "Well, I'll be damned, it's Fitz," he laughed. "This is our lucky day!" He turned to the driver's unconscious body. "Someone really wants to talk to you, man. Amber, why don't you take Lyn and tie her to that tree over there? Let's make camp for the night and see if we can wake this sucker up."

She came. He didn't think she would come, but she was here. She resigned a few months ago with a sparse note and no explanation. One minute they were in it together, and the next she was gone. She started her own business and already he heard she was doing gangbusters.

She was dressed in a sleek white ballgown. Pristine. Pure. Untouchable.

She laughed at some joke that the British Ambassador told which made him uncomfortable. Maybe he should talk to the Prime Minister about reassigning the guy.

Mellie was off somewhere gossiping with Cyrus and the attendees.

Some Sinatra song started playing.

"The smile you are smiling you were smiling then, But I can't remember where or when."

She looked up and caught him staring. She gave a wistful smile that made him ache. He made his way across the East Room.

"Some things that happened for the first time, Seem to be happening again."

He asked her to dance, and she put up a weak protest, but was encouraged by the other attendees to join him. It felt so good to have her in his arms again. He missed this. He missed them. They bantered like strangers, not like he knew intimately every part of her body or the face she made when she was about to climax.

"And so it seems that we have met before, And that we laughed before, also loved before, But who knows where or when."

He couldn't stand it anymore. He bent down and whispered in her ear to meet him in the Rose Garden in an hour. She looked in his eyes, and he thought for sure she'd say no, but instead she gave a slight nod of her head. That's all he needed. They broke off and started to engage with other people. The hour seemed to drag on and on.

When he saw her, all the recriminations he built in his mind since she left fell away. He strode towards her, grabbed her by the waist and pressed his pelvis against hers while his other hand held her neck as he devoured her mouth. She caressed the side of his face and said something unintelligible between the kisses. He grasped her hand and took her to a more secluded part of the garden. It was reckless, but he didn't care. He trusted Tom and the other secret service agent to be the lookout.

After they finished, they remained quiet for awhile. Livvie finally spoke out softly, "This can't happen again."

Fitz sighed and wiped a tear from her eye with his thumb. He traced his hand down her arm and clasped her fingers with his. He brought her hand to his mouth and tenderly kissed it. "I thought we were in this together."

"But this isn't together. Not really, and you know it," she said gently. "You're still married. You're still the President. And those things can't change, at least not now."

"Don't leave me, again. Please don't," he pleaded his eyes naked with emotion. "I need you by my side."

"I am on your side, Fitz. And if you ever really need me, I'll be there," she consoled. "Just not like this. This can't happen anymore," she repeated firmly. They lay in silence once again. This time he knew she was serious. This time it really felt like goodbye.

Olivia tried to adopt a lighter tone, "Remember what you said, we've met before so we'll meet again."

"But who knows where or when," he sang a few bars of the Sinatra song with a sardonic smile. He grew serious, "This is our spot, Livvie. Everytime I look outside the Oval Office, I'm going to find this spot and think of you, waiting for you to return to me." She pulled his head down for a kiss.

Fitz woke up with a start. He looked around to get his baring, it was night time and he was by a fire. He saw that Liv sat nearby tied to a tree staring at him with a look of concern. What the hell was happening? He tried to get up, and found not only that his hands were tied, but that he had a throbbing headache.

A man walked up to him and squatted down to get a better look. "Well, well, well, lookie here, Sleeping Beauty has awoken."

It took Fitz a moment to register who the man was. "Harry? Harry Walker? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Making sure you get back to Denver. Someone's been a bad boy," Harry scolded with a wicked smile.