A/N: Okay, sorry it took so long to update but my Jalivia feels have been neglected lately by the show so I haven't been motivated. I've decided to start calling them this because it's more fun and less associated with Olitz lol. But my feels are starting to get watered and weeded again so, I decided to update. I may be ending this one soon so I can start on the sequel since I think breaking and starting a separate sequel would help me to better progress the story the way I want to, or I might just do it all under this one I haven't decided yet. But anyways next chapter. I'll fix the mistake later.

They both sat on the couch, watching the same news story, but with extremely different reactions. She was deeply interested and genuinely concerned. He was also deeply interested and genuinely entertained. He always got a kick out of politics. All these rich, smart, dumbasses, thinking that they are too big and too powerful to get caught doing some of the dumbest things imaginable to man. Not that what they were doing was the dumb part, although they were the ones taking a risk that outweighed the benefits given their powerful positions. The way that they tried to go about it was the dumb part. You would never guess that half of these people studied at the top universities around the world.

"Huh," he said somewhat thoughtfully. "That's why your phone's been ringing nonstop."

He smiled. She maintained her frown as she turned to him. "It's not funny," she told him.

He chuckled, "Oh, it's funny."

They were watching the news story about how some of the most well-known senators, representatives, and ambassadors of the great United States of America had recently been found to be caught up in an international prostitution ring. Meaning they could get their fix here, or overseas on business. Most of them, unsurprisingly, had been strongly endorsed by the sitting president during the last election.

He laughed out loud when the anchor woman said, in a seemingly disgusted voice, about how one of the older senators liked to be spanked, spoon-fed pureed foods, and cry like a baby after any sexual act. He was still laughing, and he was pretty sure he hadn't taken a good breath in the last minute.

"Jake," she said swatting him with the diaper rag that had been lying on the couch. "It's not funny."

She glared at him, which only caused him to laugh harder. "I'm going to be the one everyone looks too to clean this up."

This caused him to stop laughing. He looked at her, his mood more serious now. "So you're thinking about going back early?" he questioned, it had only been a week since she had had the baby. Only six days since they had been home with her, and here Washington was, in the middle of another scandal. She pulled her shirt down as she finished feeding Adeline, who had by now fallen back to sleep, which wasn't surprising. She wiped the trail of milk dribbling down the baby's chin and smiled as she took a moment to admire her daughter, momentarily forgetting about the news story that streamed through her television.

"Aw," Jake said sounding more like an 'ugh', bringing her back to the real world as there was a mention of bestiality. Her phone vibrated again. She had set it to silence hours ago.

"Definitely not thinking about going back early," she told him.

They continued to watch the news story, her cuddling the baby close as she slept.

"You know nurse Nancy, would yell at you for holding her while she's asleep," he said making Olivia smile at the numerous older nurses that had warned them about spoiling the child. Their warning had been well heeded, but they just couldn't stop themselves. And so far, thankfully, it didn't seem that her baby had the genetic gene that made her more prone to getting 'spoiled' than the average baby. She only cried when she was hungry, needed changing, or was uncomfortable for some reason. She occasionally seemed to cry because she wanted attention, but that wasn't very often.

She was about to reply but turned towards the door as she heard someone fumbling with the lock. Jake too had turned towards the doorway. She had figured it to be Anna, but it seemed that the person was actually having a bit of trouble with the lock, though she could hear the keys jingling. She also heard a frustrated 'fuck'. A few seconds later, the door swung open and Anna stumbled in. Olivia's eyebrows furrowed in concern, Jake's in peaked interest.

Anna was dressed in a short black dress, with tights, which wasn't unusual. However the fact that she had on sunglasses when it was dark out and a short black wig, a faux fur thrown over her shoulders. Now that meant something was up and Olivia's saw red flags flying from all directions.

The woman stumbled, slightly drunkard like in her stilettos, seeming to only notice them once she had closed the door and regained her balance. She just looked at them for a few seconds.

"'Sup," she said nodding her head towards them.

"Hey," Olivia said, unsureness to her tone, while Jake only returned Anna's gesture. He knew Anna was drunk, he also knew that in grand Anna fashion she was taking it a step or two beyond the normal person's response to whatever she was responding too, but that was okay. He was growing to love her for it.

The woman's eyes then flickered down to the infant in Olivia's arm. "Damn, that kid gets cuter every time I see her." She then flicked her wig and proceeded to strut to the kitchen in a more orderly fashion than which she had entered the apartment, mumbling something that sounded similar to, "I want one." They followed with their eyes until she disappeared into the kitchen.

"What do you think happened?" he asked her. He was slightly concerned, he had actually never seen Anna this far off the wall. Though he wouldn't have been surprised if it was nothing more than her friend decided to not take a suggestion she made to a dance, though he had an inkling it was a little more than that.

"I don't know," Olivia said still looking at the kitchen door. She gathered the baby up and handed her to Jake as she unfolded her legs from under her. He took his daughter without question allowing Olivia to get up and go see about the drunken woman currently fumbling around in the kitchen.

Olivia rounded the corner to her kitchen slowly, unsure of what she would find and not wanting to scare the wild woman that lurked within. As she made her way into the kitchen, she noticed the clinking of objects had stopped as the woman had found a wine glass and had managed to open one of her best bottles, and was currently pouring it into the glass. There had better be a good reason for this. That was her second to last bottle of Du Bellay.

"Anna?" she called softly, trying not to startle the woman, but seemingly doing just that as her head snapped up. She just stared at her weirdly for a minute, as Olivia could not see her eyes through the sun glasses.

"Heey, girl," Anna said as she finished pouring her wine glass. "Want some?"

Olivia eyed the bottle. She did want some, and finally she could partake again in the drinking of her wine collection. She had just feed her baby and she had pumped enough to last her through the middle of the next day, but still she declined until she could find out what she was up against.

"No thanks," she said as she slowly approached the island counter. "How about you? What's going on with you?"

The woman tipped the wine glass slightly, her head tipping the opposite direction as her response before she bought the glass to her mouth and took a sip. Olivia deposited herself on the stool across from her.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Nope," was Anna's reply. "I want you to drink with me."

Olivia shrugged, "Fine, I'll have one drink, but you have to talk." She picked up the bottle and began to pour some of the contents into the empty glass.

"There is nothing to talk about, I told you," Anna replied.

"Then why are you dressed like a street walker?"

"Came from dress rehearsal," was her simple reply. "And that is so judgmental by the way."

"So you were drinking at dress rehearsal?" Olivia questioned skeptically. She knew Anna was two professional and took her job too seriously for that.

"No," Anna corrected, "I went drinking after."

Olivia nodded. "Did something happen at dress rehearsal to upset you?"

"What is this Liv? Twenty-one questions?"

"Anna," Olivia's voice became more sincere as she caught the woman's eyes through the dark glasses, "what happened?" She hated to see the woman like this, she absolutely hated it. This is why they stayed their distance from each other, when one flailed; the other usually did to some extent to. Their wagons where hitched to each other's. When one went over the cliff the other one was dragged alone, clinging helplessly to the ledge trying to pull them both back to safety. This was part of the reason they avoided each other, to save each other. She couldn't afford to flail right now, not any more than she was anyway. This was what she had been afraid of when she has invited Anna to D.C. She really hoped that Anna was being dramatic and that this was no big deal.

Anna just stared at her, the glass lingering in the air as she was going to put it to her mouth. She knew what was happening, she could see the growing fear and desperation in Olivia's eyes. But this wasn't her goal, to cause chaos in the woman's life. She wanted Olivia to have her shit as together as she could have it so she could focus on her baby, because she had seen Olivia when her shit wasn't together. After a second thought, she sat the glass down and starting going through the large bag she had brought in with her. She then sat the phone on the counter between her and Olivia.

"Text messages from Him," she told her, as she brought the glass back up to her lips.

Olivia picked up the phone, and immediately went to the text messages. She saw a name that said Him and clicked on it as she began going through the text conversation between the two of them. It didn't take long before she realized that this was an old friend of Anna's, a friend that seemed to know her well as they talked about some deep stuff. He seemed nice, and she had even seen a picture of him with some of their shared friends from someone's birthday party. He was handsome, and well dressed, and seemed to be a business guy as he often texted her telling her that he had to go somewhere for work. From the names and companies he mentioned he seemed to be very successful, and he seemed to care for Anna a lot, then the messages changed from 'hey bestie, how's it going?' to 'why'd you leave me?'

She looked up briefly at the woman, wanting to ask her exactly what was the reason she had so eagerly left LA when she had called her. But she declined seeing the woman pouring her second glass of wine. She did however take the time to tip the bottle back in the opposite direction letting the woman know her glass was full enough. She really didn't need anymore. She then went back to the text messages. They altered between hope you are enjoying your life then back to I want you hear, I need you. He had seriously told her that in those exact words. Olivia almost felt her heart breaking for the guy, but she wouldn't pity him just yet. Maybe Anna actually a good reason. She finally made it to texts from today. He had found someone, someone he liked. But he was coming to D.C. soon for business and he had wanted to see her, to possibly give it one more try before he committed to this other person or just to see her, for her to be sure.

"Anna," she started, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I got it," the woman responded seeing her health.

She watched as Anna exited the kitchen, making her way to the front door. Olivia followed.

She heard Anna and Abby exchange greetings as she rounded the corner into her entry way. She fold her arms and eyed Anna disappointedly as she had found a way to slip through her questioning sessions. "Hey, Liv. Hey, Baby." Abby said not giving her a chance to respond before she was making her way over to the couch where Jake was currently holding the sleeping baby.

"You wake her up, you're taking her home with you," Jake joked as he allowed Abbie to snatch the baby up from his arms. Abby's only response was to begin cooing to the sleeping child telling her how she would love to take her home.

"Where've you been?" she said turning to Olivia again as she cradled the sleeping child against her chest. "Cyrus has been trying to reach you all day."

"I know," she replied taking her original seat on the sofa. "I've been avoiding his calls."

"You know he's just going to come over here," Abby told her.

"You guys are boring me," Anna said as she got up and went back into the kitchen.

Abby proceed to fill Olivia in on the goings on around the white house. Before long there was another knock at the door. Olivia didn't bother getting up since she heard Anna making her way back towards the door. She was about to ask the woman who was at the door when she walked back into the room but it seems whoever it was was still out there since they knocked again.

"Why didn't you get the door?" Olivia asked her as she got up to get it.

"Pshh, I don't live here," was the woman's response.

Olivia rolled her eyes, wondering who could be at the door. Anna had no problem answering her door, phone, or butting in to whatever she could, so she was really starting to wonder who was on the other side of the door because she was sure Anna knew and decided just not to open it.

She opened the peep hole and gasped when she saw him standing on the other side. She could also see the secret service agents lining her hallway. He knocked again.

"You getting the door?" she heard Jake yell to her.

She decided to open it to keep him from knocking again. She undid the latch and swung the door open. "What are you doing here?"

He opened his mouth to speak but only smirked at her, surprised by her greeting. "Well that's no way to greet your guests."

"What do you want Fitz?" she asked him. She couldn't hide it. She was a little upset with him popping up like this. It annoyed her before but he would quickly say or do something to make her forget how much that it bothered her that he'd just pop up all the time without warning, but things were different now. She had a child, and he knew that it was a complicated situation. She wanted to deal with it in her own way and she was not yet ready to introduce him into her daughter's life, even though the baby had no idea what was happening, he still should have respected her wishes about the matter.

"I've been calling you all day," he told her a little more humbly, trying to gain his way back into her good graces so he could get what he wanted.

"I told you," she started, "I'm not back yet."

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know. I'll let you know when I do," she told him in a stern voice.

He just stared at her as if he was hurt by how harsh she was being with him. She looked away.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Fitz, you know why," she told him, looking back up at him.

He paused again, letting the silence once again fill the space between them. He was trying to decide which angle would be best for him to take.

"I missed you," he told her sounding sad child. "I know, it's been a week," he started trying to find the words he wanted. "I wanted to see you. I wanted to see her."

"Fitz," she started, not sure if she was about to yell at him or beg him to leave.

"Liv who's at the door?" she heard Jake's voice growing nearer from behind her. She dropped her head, knowing it was a little futile now trying to avoid what she didn't want to happen all along. Sure she could just slam the door in Fitz's face and tell Jake that it was just a salesman or a neighbor coming to borrow a cup of sugar, but that would have been a little hard to do seeing that Fitz had strategically placed himself with one foot inside of her apartment.

She looked at him, cursing him inwardly as she felt Jake appear behind her. He should have just respected her wishes. She looked back at Fitz to see that he had found the answer to his question as he just stared at Fitz. Fitz eyes followed hers as the two men engaged in what an outsider would consider a childish stare off, but an outsider did not understand the animosity that had grown between these two men.

"Jake," Fitz was the first to speak in a rather smug tone, "haven't seen you in a while. How's fatherhood treating you."

"Oh, it's great," Jake fired back just as smugly, "you should try it."

This was when Olivia saw Abby peak her head out from behind Jake, her eyes quickly darting to her friend, quietly asking if she should try to intervene.

Before Olivia could say anything, Fitz answered back smugly, "Maybe I will."

With all implications of that obviously recognized by everyone in the room, Olivia just scoffed silently, bringing her fingers up and pinching the bridge of her nose. Jake's head tilted, taking it as an immediate challenge.

"Okay," Abby said, grabbing Jake's arm as she felt him shift a little towards Fitz. She wanted to stop his momentum before it was too late. "Weren't we going to go get that onesie for Adeline." She felt Jake stiffen and she looked at Olivia, who was still looking down at the floor.

"Com'on," she said pulling Jake back down the hall. "That's it" she said as if coaching a child down from a tantrum, only she knew there would be nothing child like about this.

Jake allowed himself to be pulled down the hall, figuring it would not be in his child's best interest to have her father rough up a few secret service agents while she was only a few feet away because he could already see the suited men ready to fight Fitz's battle for him.

Olivia sighed a sigh of relief as she watched the two of them disappear down the hall.

"So how have you been?" Fitz asked as if that just hadn't happened.

"What?" she turned to face him in disbelief. He had come to her house uninvited and unannounced and now he was taunting Jake, using her infant daughter as bait.

"I asked how," he tried but she cut him off.

"No, I heard you," she told him. "I just can't believe…," she stopped trying to calm herself. "You need to leave."

"Liv, I just wanted to see you. You haven't answered your phone since you went into the hospital."

"There is a reason for that," she yelled at him. "And you need to leave."

"Liv," he was not moving.

"Now," she yelled again cutting him off and sending him a look that let him know she meant business.

He took a step back and paused before completely stepping out of her door way. "I'm sorry, I," he tried again.

"Goodbye," she said talking over him, "Fitz."

He stepped completely out of the doorway, allowing her to close the door in his face. She locked the door back and took a deep breath blowing it out hard. She stood there for a minute trying to recollect herself.

"Hey," Abbie said walking back into the foyer with a lilac footed onesie. "She spit up on herself."

Olivia only nodded, then realizing she didn't see Jake materializing from the hallway, "Where is he?"

"Had to take a call," she replied walking back into the living room. Olivia followed.

She found Anna cuddling her baby with one arm while she held up a glass of wine in the other hand as she sung to the baby, which sounded like a song about the different types of boys, the current verse being about stupid boys.

"That could have gone worse," Abby said.

Olivia just grabbed her glass of wine before grabbing the remote and changing the channel to something that wasn't work related.

"Yes it could have," Anna said joining in their conversation but still singing the words to the baby. "Because people here are crazy and that's why Auntie Anna is leaving this shit hole behind." Olivia and Abbie's head turned towards the woman as she continued to sing to the child who was still looking up at her intently. "Oops, but she can't say shit because that's not a nice word to say in front of the baby."

Olivia looked at the woman, waiting for her to further explain herself, but of course she wouldn't as she went along singing back to her song about boys, this verse being about needy boys.

"Anna," Olivia called to the woman, finally causing her to stop singing and look her way. "You're leaving?"

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