"Do you have any idea how crazy things are?" Abby screamed at Olivia. Olivia held the phone away from her ear as she smiled.

It was a gorgeous fall afternoon, made even better by the fact that she had spent the past few hours lying around the Yellow Oval Room, relaxing in nothing but her lover's dress shirt and most importantly not working. Although it was Saturday, she normally would be on her Blackberry and laptop, researching while trying to annoy congressmen into passing the EEI. But now that she was trapped in the White House, she had zero responsibility. Although, her work would pile up even more, she'd worry about that later. For now she was in bliss doing absolutely nothing.

This new found attitude could be attributed to the fact that her night with Fitzgerald Grant had left her incredibly giddy. Sure, the staffers walking in had been a bit much but Fitzgerald had made it up to her by joining her in a nice, hot shower before leaving for the West Wing.

Her face spread into a grin at the thought. Never before had a man made her feel so special. Hell, never before had she had sex on a first date.

"Abby, look I'm not exactly sure how bad. I mean I'm in the White House, for God sake. It's not like I've been watching television-"

"Well, maybe you should, because the media coverage has been non-stop. All the major news outlets have at least mentioned it a few times. The cable news stations, on the other hand have been obsessed with this. Dude, turn on the television!" Abby said frantically.

Abby had a tendency to over react to things. But Olivia knew her best friend. And she knew when Abby's outrage was justified. Just how bad were things exactly?

"Alright, alright fine." Olivia got up and walked from the Yellow Oval Room into Fitzgerald's bedroom. She took a seat on the large oak canopy bed, grabbed the remote off the bedside table and clicked it on. Naturally, it was already on CNN. There was a live shot outside of the White House.

Hour four of Date Watch is still on. So far we've heard nothing from the administration, with the exception of a brief press release say in, affect the administration would not comment on the President's personal life. According to sources, the President has been business as usual, adhering to his normal schedule. The Chief White House Correspondent reported. Olivia's mouth fell open. Dear lord!

Have we gotten any word on the possible location of the alleged woman, I mean I know other stations have reported that the woman in question is Olivia Pope, but how do we know for sure?

Well, the White House logs for one. Apparently, the security detail in charge of checking in visitors told CNN that they did in fact give a hard pass-

Olivia changed the channel to MSNBC. She could not believe it. There was an environmental bill that had to be passed, a potential invasion of Georgia by the Russians, and they were fixated on whether or not the President had sex the night before.

"So, now you believe me, because the silence is very telling, Liv." Abby said tartly. Olivia could feel her heart dropping into her stomach as she saw pictures of her flash across the screen. She tried to form words, tell Abby that she was outraged, shocked, and slightly nauseated by the idea that the press was speculating on her sex life. But her tongue, her brain and her whole being was frozen, incapable of any activity. Abby was babbling about something or another, but she could not focus on the conversation. She let her cell phone slip from her hand, not caring about the muffled sound of her good friend saying "Hello? Hello? Are you there Liv?" over and over again.

Pete, what can you tell us about Olivia Pope? The anchor asked the correspondent in the split screen.

Well, Olivia Pope is a much respected name in corporate circles. She worked in consulting for years, Vice President for one of the most prestigious Public Relations firms; Jacob & Collins, it has one of the best reputations in the world in that field. She also worked for Cables Jones, the consulting firm in England prior to that. She's a Harvard graduate, summa cum laude, impeccable grades. So basically if you were going to pick the perfect woman on paper to be the president's girlfriend, she would be it.

Do we know anything about her family, or private life? The anchor inquired further as a picture of her with her former bosses flashed across the screen from a board meetings.

That's what's funny; she comes from an incredibly well-known family. Her father is Dr. Harvey Pope, the noted late neurologist and her mother Doris Pope was a rather influential lobbyist years ago, was instrumental in lobbying the Clinton's administration in toughing child abuse laws. They were big political players, have been very well-respected in Republican circles for years. They also have held fundraisers in their home in Martha's Vineyard, donated big bucks and her father was very good friends with Ronald Reagan. So suffice to say, Ms. Pope is not star struck. We have tried to contact her mother, but it turns out they are apparently out of the country-

Olivia changed the channel again. Great! Now she would have to call her mother and warn her. What a wonderful way to spend her vacation in South Africa. She did not want her to find out through the press. Fox News was also riveted by the story.

Do we know what her political affiliation is?

No, Ed we are unsure, but she does lobby for The Sterling Group, an ultra-liberal firm that is actually attempting to get the EEI, the Environment Economic Initiative passed. So we can guess that she is in fact a democrat.

What motivation would President Grant have for dating a woman who clearly has no interest in his political views?

Well, some are speculating that the President may not actually be dating her, but is trying to present the image of a more inclusive Republican Party. Many have charged the GOP in recent years for being the party of 'old white men' as some might say, a few sources have speculated that being seen socially, or even being linked with a young, attractive black liberal will clearly trigger-

Olivia could not take any more of this. It was ridiculous. What! She was a Republican. So she worked on the environment that mad her some far left loon? Her parents had been Republicans for Christ sake. She angrily turned off the television. She grabbed her cell phone to see that Abby had long ago hung up. Was this what her life was going to be? Years of hard work shredded to pieces because who she decided to date?

Maybe this was not a good idea. Olivia thought as she paced the room, back and forth. Her whole body was shaking. She would not have this! She needed to talk to Fitz.

But she could not. She was so stupid! She had been so fascinated with watching him get dressed this morning that she had not bothered to ask him how she would be able to reach him from the residence. She could not just march into the West Wing, seeing that the press was salivating over any morsel of information they could land their hands on. And going into the epicenter of the world's political activity would not be smart.

But before she could even take another step, she heard the door open, revealing a smiling Fitzgerald.

"There you are." He said brightly, walking toward her. His mere presence had calmed her slightly, but she still was baffled by everything.

"I take it you've heard the news." She said in a shaken voice. He nodded, still smiling.

"Don't worry, you're not a prisoner. I've worked everything out. The Secret Service-"

"Mr. President, I don't know if you are aware, but the media is obsessed with this story." Olivia said looking him dead in the eye. But he did not flinch. His eyes were a light with happiness and he was still smiling. What an idiot!

"Okay? And?" Fitz said, taking her hands in his. This was not exactly a good time for that kind of thing. Olivia though frustrated. There was a media firestorm, and he wanted to hold hands.

"And? Aren't you-"But before Olivia could speak, he laid a soft kiss on her lips. Suddenly, her mind, a fizzy overload of panic had transitioned into a fuzzy puddle of girlish delight. He pulled away and cupped her face, his thumb softly stroking her cheek.

"Look, the press is the press; they love this kind of stuff. Don't worry, the Communication team here is flawless, besides, we have Cyrus on our side." Olivia wanted to believe him. After that kiss, and how handsome he looked, it was hard not to. But deep in her gut, she worried.

"Do we? I mean, he still seemed pretty upset this morning? And-"

"Hey! If you don't stop worrying, I will sign an executive order that makes it illegal for Olivia Pope to worry." He joked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled as she her arms traveled around his neck.

"And may I add, I love the way you look in my clothes." He said flirtatiously, referencing her being clad in nothing but one of his dress shirts. Olivia blushed deeply. Her body was beginning to warm up in that familiar way it did when his voice dropped to that sexy point she had loved so much last night, and in the shower this morning.

"Flattery gets you nowhere with me. Why aren't you in that Oval Room, running the planet." She joked, but he rolled his eyes.

"I just needed to check on you, is that wrong? And besides, I wanted to ask you a very important question." He laid a gentle kiss on her neck, causing her to giggle like a school girl.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to this thing." Olivia pulled away. What thing? She looked up at him confused. The playful gleam in his eye suggested 'this thing' was a lot more serious than he was letting on.

"What thing?" she asked accusatorily.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "The English Prime Minister is coming to Washington-"

Olivia felt the wind leave her body. She knew what he was getting at. She had been to the White House as a child enough and followed politics enough to know that it could me only one thing. A state dinner.

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" She said nervously, backing away slowly and sitting on the bed.

"I think I am. But from the look on your face, you would have thought I asked you to jump off the Truman balcony." He joked.

Olivia did not speak for a few moments. Too much was happening at once. She had just a few hours ago, properly conceptualized the idea that she had amazing sex with the President of the United States, only to repeat it again and again in the shower. Fine. Then there was the press stuff, Abby's hyperventilating phone call and the camp out outside waiting for her. And now, her, well, she could not exactly call him her boyfriend, seeing that they had not even discussed what they were, he was asking her to be his date to the state dinner.

"Olivia, you really need to answer because I kind of have to be back at the office, but don't worry I'll be back here by seven, we can have dinner before you-"

"Yes." She said blankly, blinking fast. Fitzgerald looked relieved. "Good, so it's a second date."

Olivia nodded hard and swallowed. Why was she submitting herself to this kind of torture?

Maybe because for the first time since you had a stupid childhood crush on Al. B. Sure, you actually like this guy heart, body and soul? Maybe because you have an astounding connection with him? She thought.

"This is good. The dinner is next week so we have time to work out the details. But I'm so glad you are not freaking out about this." He joked. Olivia smiled, rolling her eyes. She breathed in a deep sigh.

"You are oddly calm about all of this?" Olivia said. But Fitzgerald shrugged.

"I'm used to the oddity of all of this, but you know, there's one thing we need to do tonight?"

"What?"

"Play Nintendo Wii. We never got around to doing that, But in know what does that mean I didn't enjoy the other indoor game we played." He said flirtingly, walking over to her and placing a kiss on her cheek. She smiled and stood up. Maybe this could work after all.

"Sure, but I'm not that good." She traced the label of his sports coat.

"Oh, don't worry, that's a very good thing for me."

"But seriously, I have a job, and a very neurotic mother. And you have a political career. Don't you think we should be worried about this just a little bit?" Olivia asked nervously. He smiled at her and shook his head.

"No. Besides I'm dating a PR guru. You may have heard of her, pretty, short, likes to kick people in the balls."

Olivia laughed shaking her head. "I've heard she likes to smack people as well. But I didn't know you were dating her?"

Fitzgerald looked at her, his eyes filled with affection. He sat on the bed, placing her on his lap and stroked her hair.

"Well, I hope we are dating. But what do you think she wants?" His eyes searched hers, hoping for an answer.

This whole thing was surreal. Tomorrow morning, she would wake up in her apartment no longer just Liv, the best friend, the daughter, or the workaholic lobbyist. She would be the president's girlfriend.

"She thinks that dating is exactly what they are doing." She pushed him onto the bed and soundly kissing him. Maybe this whole thing was far-fetched, would not work, and was stupid. But for now, why not enjoy the moment?