"I'll draw you a bath and grab some clothes."

Fitz carried Olivia into their bedroom and set her on the bed before he went to start the water. Letting it warm up to fill, he went back for her comfortable yoga pants and tank top she liked best and set them on the counter. Liv sat looking at her feet, dirty from the ground in the woods. Noticing the blood stain on her shirt Fitz saw earlier, she hadn't even realized there was blood on her. Turning her hands and feet to see any blood otherwise, she caught him looking at her from the bathroom doorway.

"Guess I got a few cuts," she told him showing the bottom of her feet. "Probably not going to be able to wear heels to the office for a few days."

"We aren't going to the office this week. We'll stay here until every cut is healed and the police finish their investigation." Coming to her, Fitz grabbed the bottom of her shirt bunching it up to keep the blood stain away from her skin as he took it off. Unhooking the back of her bra, he wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure she'd appreciate that advance at the moment.

Standing up to take off her pants and underwear, shaking her head at him, "we are going to work. Business as usual. Nothing has changed, Fitz."

"You were kidnapped and a man is dead, I believe things have changed."

"No, that's just something that happened. It doesn't change your work load or client's lives. Tomorrow I'll go to the police station and give my official statement and then come to work." Walking on tip toes to avoid the cuts on her soles, she made it into the bathroom and sank down in the hot bath.

Following behind her, Fitz rolled up his sleeves and kneeled at the side of the tub next to her, wetting the washcloth to run over her skin. "I'll come with you. We can go there and if you decide then that you'll be alright to work, I'll take you to the office."

Dunking herself under the water to wet her hair, she stayed for a moment and came back up. "You are not going with me. I don't want you hovering. I'm very capable of doing this myself."

"But you don't have to. There are several of us who are willing and able to come and support you. That's all we're doing."

"Fitz, you know I love you. And I know that you love me. That doesn't mean we need to be attached at the hip. You have separate things to take care of."

Grabbing her shampoo and conditioner from the shelf, Fitz started washing her hair for her. "Livie, we aren't attached, I know that. It would have been a lot easier today if we were. I could have been there to protect you from him; from going through all of that alone. I could have stopped you from killing him. If I had gone to get your coat for you, or even with you, he would have shot me. You would be better off if I had gone."

Shooting her body upright close to him, Liv grabbed his face forcing him to really look at her. "I would not and don't ever say that again," she nearly shouted at him. "Edison wasn't after you; he was after me. He could have shot you and then come found me and we'd be in an even worse position than we are now. He wanted me to be with him. I want you. Understand that? I told him to shoot me if I had to stay with him. Edison was never going to hurt me."

"He gave you a concussion."

"So that he could get me away from everyone for himself. I never wanted to be with him after he cheated on me. I told him I would rather die than be with him. My only focus was getting out of there and back to you, no matter the cost. I shot him. I shot him and that's something I will have to live with forever. And I am fine with that. He took Stephen away from me. I wasn't going to let him take you too."

Leaning in to her, Fitz kissed her lips gently, not to bruise her. Not having enough of him, Liv deepened the kiss pulling him to her closer. After several minutes of lips locked together, Fitz pulled away from her and turned her to finish washing her hair.

While Fitz took care of Olivia, Verna and Jerry stood in the kitchen of the apartment looking through the fridge and cupboards for something to make for dinner. Having a difficult time focusing on the task, Jerry leant against the counter with arms crossed watching Verna move around.

"Livia's going to be alright, right?"

Verna closed the cupboard and moved to the next. "It's just a concussion, she'll be fine."

"I meant in other ways. A concussion can heal itself. But this… she shot him. She killed him. Deserving as he may have been, she still shot him and he's dead."

She heard the shaking in his voice and turned around to him. "Olivia will be just fine. It might take time, but she will be okay. She might have a hard time at first but after a while she will start to work through the mental process of causing someone's death. Besides, Liv has us and Fitz, and Huck and Kim. And of course, Javi will be she light."

"Javier can't know what Livia did. Not until he's much older. The thought that he finds out about Edison being shot by Livia… he could look at her like she's a monster and that would kill her."

Putting her hand in his, she gave it a light squeeze and nodded. "Javi will not know what happened. He doesn't know that she was missing for several hours. He doesn't know Edison escaped. I'm sure that Kim and Huck wouldn't tell him what happened. If he did know about it, they'd be here already, and he'd be wrapped to Liv for weeks."

Jerry bent down to kiss her lightly and went back to looking for food. "What are they eating around here?"

After Olivia got her hair straightened, both her and Fitz reappeared to the living room with Jerry and Verna. Fitz started to pour her a glass of wine before Verna swapped the bottle for water.

"Dinner's on it's way," Verna told them putting in an order for pizza delivery. "No liquor for two days, Liv. You'll need physical and mental rest to make sure your concussion isn't serious. So, no working until next week."

"Told you so," Fitz laughed putting an arm around Olivia.

While the four sat together, Liv turned the subject elsewhere from her. She didn't want to discuss the events of the day or how she shot him or where. "We aren't going to sit here in silence. If we're going to just sit here, we can discuss more wedding plans. Have you two thought of where you want to get married?"

"The back yard of the house," Verna told her, "Just a simple ceremony with a few friends. That's really all we need."

"I'll break her down eventually," Jerry laughed. "Neither of us have had the right kind of wedding. This is going to be our last wedding for both of us. I don't want it to be just a simple hi and bye ceremony. I want to give you the full experience. The big show. I've looked at the St. Regis hotel and they have everything. The Astor Terrace and Ballroom are perfect."

"You want that type of party, dad?" Fitz chuckled at the idea. "That's more than a suit and tie event place. That's a full on penguin suit."

"Good thing you can pull of a tux, son." Jerry rolled his eyes and turned to Verna next to him. "You loved that wedding we went to for your friend. You can have the outdoor ceremony and the indoor reception just like it. Astor is beautiful."

Shaking her head, she looked over at Olivia and sighed. "Guess that simple dress will just have to hang in the closet then."

While they sat and ate, several of their phones had gone off many times. Fitz checked his phone to see Lily calling him and stepped out to the bedroom to answer. Jerry read his texts from Huck checking on Olivia.

'Is she good? She's not catatonic?' Huck sent him.

'She's going to work tomorrow. She'll be fine. You didn't tell Javi, right?'

'No, he's been sick. Fever and all. Kim's got him down finally.'

'I could send the doctor over. I know a very good one. 😉'

'I'm sure you do. He's good for now though. Keep track of Liv.'

Verna and Olivia went through photos of the Astor online to get ideas while Jerry went to check on Fitz.

"I'll tell her mom," Fitz nodded to Jerry to come in. "Dad and Verna are here too. We've got her taken care of… Okay, I'll call you tomorrow then. Love you too."

Jerry took a seat on the bed waiting for him to hang up. "And how is your mother? She threaten to come out here too?"

"Sounded more like a promise to get on the next flight if I needed her to. But she's fine. I know Liv doesn't like too many people around or making a fuss. She's with Verna, right?"

"Making wedding plans," he nodded. "Keep her focused on something and Livia will be good to go. Huck texted to check on her too."

Leaning against the headboard, Fitz closed his eyes and shook his head. "Do you think she'll really be okay?"

"I think she's Olivia Pope."

"Meaning?"

Jerry smiled and sat back next to him. "She will be okay until she isn't. Even though she will tell us she's fine and everything is alright, she's going to hold it in until no one is around and then she'll let every emotion she's feeling out. You've got to know by now that Livia doesn't do emotions. Hell, she hardly does happy. Leave her alone until she brings it up. And if she never does bring it up, then we leave it at that. Livia has a fantastic psychiatrist and an amazing support team. We'll be right there whenever she needs us, just like we always have been."

Showing Verna the terrace and things they could do to decorate, Liv's phone started to ring in her hand. Seeing the number appear instead of a name, she would have to get this call.

"Do you mind?" Liv gave Verna a slight smile before she made herself scarce and went to the bedroom with the boys. Taking a breath before answering it, she sat on the edge of the couch waiting for a yell. "Mrs. Davis."

"Olivia! Dear Lord, thank you! I wasn't sure you would answer," Edison's mother held a strong tone, sure that her call would end in a voicemail. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, how are you? How is Mr. Davis?"

"I'm alright. Martin is fine. He's beside me and says hello," Liv could practically hear the smile in her voice. "The police left about an hour ago. I prayed all day when they first showed up looking for Edison. I had to be sure you were alright. My son… he didn't hurt you? Martin called the pastor came over as well as our prayer group. We all prayed for your safe return. Are you hurt?"

"A few scrapes and a concussion. Other than that, nothing. Did the police tell you everything?" What are they going to think of me? They called their son's murderer!

"They told us everything, Olivia. I'm so very sorry," Martin took the phone from his wife and put it on speaker for them both to talk. "Elizabeth and I never thought he would be capable of doing something so horrible. The murder or kidnapping you. Is there anything we can do?"

Olivia nearly fell over hearing the question. These people who knew her before the murder, before college, only a high schooler who loved their son, were asking how they could help her. "Let me pay for his funeral."

"Absolutely not!" Elizabeth shouted. "There will not be a funeral. Martin and I do not want to hear the sympathy tones of anyone."

"Mrs. Davis, I know that's how you feel right now. But what if you change your mind? Please don't have regrets about the good parts of Edison's life. A small memorial or something?"

"That's a kind offer, Olivia, and we do appreciate it. But I don't think Elizabeth nor I could handle that, at least right now. We wrote our son out of our lives four years ago. We raised him to follow God, to trust that if it was God's plan, he would make it happen," Martin shook his head taking his wife's hand tight. "We prayed every day that God speaks to Edison and puts him on the right path. When he… Stephen…" he couldn't bring himself to say the words to her. "God would never. Even after, we asked that Edison find his way back; that he get right with God and Jesus and repent for his actions."

"I hope with everything fiber in me that he did. That he repented of his sins and stands at the holy gates," Elizabeth let a tear fall but wiped it away quickly.

I don't know how to answer that. How do I deal with a grieving parent? Two of them? How can they even talk to me? Liv paced back and forth in front of the couch. "I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Davis. I wish I could have done something. To talk him down or to…"

"You do not apologize, Olivia. Edison knew what he was doing was wrong. He set his path years ago when he wouldn't let you go," Martin started. "I can only apologize for not taking care of him before. We should have gotten him help when he was stalking you. Elizabeth and I can only hope that some day you will forgive us for not doing that."

"There is nothing to forgive you two for. Please don't think you did anything wrong. And this shows nothing about you. This changes nothing about how amazing you two are as parents, as humans. Edison was not going to change. I'm very sorry it had to end this way." Gripping the phone in her hand, she waited for either of them to say something. "Edison loved both of you. You should think of his as the sweet little boy you raised and into the man he was before everything happened. When you have decided what you would like to do, memorial, funeral, or nothing; please let me know. I would like to be there, to offer my support for you two."