hey guys, i must say i am not entirely happy with this chapter. i couldn't get the right feel for it. it is not doubt jumbled and somewhat random thoughts. but i guess that's okay. it will add testament to how disoriented liv feels. if typos are present, please forgive me! and once again, thanks for reading, reviewing and favorite-ing the story! (and yes i did just make up that word)

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"Olivia?"

"Fuck off Rowan." She spat out bitterly.

"You'll want to hear what I have to say."

"I don't care. Unless you are telling me I'm free to go, I have nothing else to say."

Rowan gave the signal to his team, silently telling them to close the door. He stared at the ground with hatred. She was so much like her mother it was sickening. So strong-willed, pig-headed, opinionated and...a whore. Rowan turned his face up in disgust. Pope women were good for two things, shut opponents down and keeping their legs up. For Grant Men no less.

"Sir?"

Rowan was brought out of his thoughts when an agent spoke. "Yes?"

"How long?"

"Feed her...in a weeks time. We'll see how she's feeling then."

"And about her team. They have been very busy."

"Convince them to stop looking."

"Yes, sir."

They say light can permeate even the darkest of places. Funny I haven't seen any since...I don't know when. I shuffle over to the corner to my makeshift calendar. I feel for the groups of dirty and hay I've collected. I count six piles. Six months. Where am I? Why was I here? I can see a man. A man who is faceless. A man who I know I can feel but I don't know him. Why am I drawn to him but I can't see him? Maybe he's the perfect man to save me. The perfect man for me. A man who can-

Olivia's head suddenly explodes with light, with Fitz, with her Mom, with her gladiators... with joy.

Who's Fitz?

A creaking noise is heard with footsteps. Olivia squints at the sudden overflow of light. Of freedom. Of opportunity.

"Sweet Baby?"

Olivia lifts her head, acknowledging her identity. Her Fitz was there. He was there to save her. To rescue her from the dungeon that was her current life.

"Fitz..." She chants lightly. As light as a sigh that leaves her lips after a morning of him between her legs.

"Sweet Baby?" He coos to her. His voice wraps around her offering comfort and pain, love and heartache, hope and despair. "Talk to me."

The sonic waves travel down to her as they wash the dirt and grim from her face, leaving a bright and wide eyed child. A 14-year-old girl who is ready and willing to do anything her parents asked. Where the color white and black didn't signify a person's skin color but if they were a good or bad person. A time when that girl first travelled on her own without anyone looking out for her. Where she learned to be alone and trust only herself. To be objective first and foremost.

"Who is Sweet Baby?" She croaks out as she lies on her back huffing for air. Her head is spinning for the sudden bright light that threatens to split her head open.

"Do you remember the Rose Garden?" The voice asks.

"Rose Garden? Nooooo." Olivia dragged the word out in confusion and exhaustion.

"The trail?...A specific hotel room where something special happened?" The voice asked.

"Why would a hotel room be in the middle of the forest?" She provided.

"Do you know a Karen and Jerry? A person named Teddy?" He still questioned her.

Olivia confused and dazed frown deepens. "Who?"

"Fitzgerald Grant?" The voice was stern and to the point. The moment of truth.

"I don't know him." She answered.

"Ever meet him?" A smile could be heard in the question

Olivia's head cocked to the side a little, "Can't say that I have."

Outside the door in the floor, in a barren room located in a basement just three miles from Olivia's apartment building, Rowan stood looking at the ground. He bit his lip in anger before kicking the latch on the door.

"Sir." An agent stepped into the room. "The reporters have all been taken care off."

"They all went away quietly?"

"All except two. But we silenced them."

"Clean?"

"It's handled."

"Excellent."

"You need some help here, sir?"

"No. The subject isn't quite ready yet. Make sure she stays in there until her pretty white top turns as dark as her mind needs to be."

"Yes sir."

Dealing with his daughter was problematic enough. Now he had another person her needed to add to the agenda. He opened the file under his arm.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III Age: 51

Wife: Melody Grant Age: 42

Children: Jerry Grant age 15 and Karen Grant age 12

children away at boarding school in Colorado Mountains.

Jerry is an avid skier, Karen is a snowboarder." Rowan smiled.

"How long has it been?" Rowan asked looking up from the file. "How long have we had her?"

"Eight months, sir."

"You know you don't have to stand guard. It's not like she's getting out."

"With all due respect sir, I know Olivia. I know what she is capable of."

"That is true. That is very true. As you were."

Rowan stepped out of the basement deciding to head for the White House. He and Cyrus needed to have a one-on-one.

The guard looked down at the door in the floor with a smile as his boss left. "I bet Mellie would love to see this." Hal smirk at the thought of snapping a picture.