"With the timeline of events, it's possible that he did murder Nicole and Ron. The shoes fit him. The alibi is sketchy at best. But I'm not seeing the how they could have found him not guilty."

"You're missing a piece of evidence that is key."

"They found the knife."

"Yes, but they found something else too."

"Oh yeah, the glove. But it could have been someone else's."

"Someone else's bloody glove? One that just happened to match DNA to Nicole? Not likely."

"Why would they bring it into evidence then?"

"You can't hide evidence. But the glove didn't fit."

"Exactly. So, what's the rule?" The silence of all the students filled the room while Cyrus waited for their answer. "Come on guys, it's the most famous murder trial of the 1990s and no one knows the line?"

"If it doesn't fit, you must acquit."

Looking up for the voice, Cyrus narrowed down to the back row of the classroom. "Class is dismissed. Read the next trials and be prepared to argue next week," he told everyone with a smile as his eyes landed on her. "And what are you doing in Florida?"

Picking up her bag from the chair beside her, Liv waited for some students to clear out before going down the steps to him. "Am I not supposed to visit anymore? You were just complaining a week ago that I don't keep in contact with you like I used to. Or is it just a guilt trip?"

"I don't think Olivia Pope can be guilt tripped. Again, what are you doing in Florida? Not that I'm not thrilled to see you. But you don't leave the city for that long."

"Let's go to lunch. I'm starving. It's a long drive from there to here."

Taking a quiet drive down the streets, Cyrus gave her directions to a hole in the wall Italian restaurant he and Michael loved. Middle of the day, there was hardly anyone around letting them be able to have a quick wait time to be seated.

"Out with it, what's going on, Liv?" Cyrus asked after placing their orders.

"I'm taking a vacation. Taking some time away from work and just exploring for the moment. I thought I'd come to see you and Michael first. Any luck on the baby front?"

"We did find our little girl. But it's taking some time since she's not from here. We have plenty of hoops to jump through to get her. The adoption attorney said it could take months before we could legally take her. She's already six months old. Her name is Ella." Cyrus took his phone out of his pocket showing her the pictures.

"She's adorable. If you need help just let me know. I'll pay for the attorney's fees. I want you and Michael to be happy. And she needs a good home."

"Throwing money around again? I know you have it, but let's not blow it."

"Even if I wanted to blow it, there's still plenty of it left over."

Cyrus only nodded, knowing it was pointless to argue about her spending habits. "I've been with you for an hour and your phone has not gone off. Did you silence it?"

"No, it's on."

"Hmm, alright then. Did you leave Fitz at the hotel? You two are usually glued at the hip when I've seen you."

"Fitz and I broke up."

Dropping his fork, Cyrus looked up from his food to her. "You broke up with him? Why? You two are perfect together! He's your other half. What happened?"

"First of all, Fitz broke up with me. He said he didn't want to see me."

"Liv, couples fight. Michael and I fight. Did you give him time to cool off? Maybe he just didn't want to see you for a few hours. When I'm furious with Michael, I go off for a few hours and come back and we discuss it. We talk about it. That's what you do in a relationship."

Finishing the food in front of her, Liv set the plate to the side to be taken away and leaned back in the booth. "He said he didn't want to be around me for a while. He was going to come get his things from the apartment and asked me not to be there. I beat him to the punch though; I went back and got my things and left. I left him a note and the deed to the apartment, told him to keep it or sell it."

"You gave him your apartment?"

"He doesn't have anywhere else to go, Cy. It's his home as much as it was mine. I can go anywhere I want to, but he has his career there; he'll need somewhere to live."

"He could live with Jerry. He has money too. Fitz could buy a new place."

"Fitz put up with Jerry because he was my friend. If I'm gone, those two will go back to being complete strangers."

"Was? What do you mean 'was'?"

"I haven't talked to him in a couple weeks. We got into an argument about my trade of addictions. Jerry says I traded my no sleep to have only Fitz in bed with me."

"What about your work? What are you going to do? We both know you are controlling and need something to focus on."

"I quit but I called in a back up to help him. I'm not leaving him high and dry. Abby can take care of him. Fitz wants nothing to do with me. I'm too damaged for him."

"Excuse me? What are you talking about being damaged? You are not damaged."

"I am. I am damaged goods. I can see that. I can't sleep alone, Cy. I think that's considered being damaged. He's called me other things but I'm trying to protect him. Fitz can't know what happened with James. They have been working together on far more cases lately. Fitz can't jeopardize his career to make me feel better. And I wouldn't want him to. That's why I didn't tell him about James attacking me."

Knowing not to argue when Liv pulled out her card to pay the bill, Cyrus walked her out to the car and got in.

"What else did he say to you?"

"He's mad that I got him divorced. I didn't tell him I was going to see James. And I didn't tell him after I went to see him. Fitz didn't want me to be any part of his divorce, but James kept pushing that I come see him. He wasn't going to give Fitz the divorce until he saw me. We all know that. That's what made Fitz mad and accused me of cheating on him. Because I went to see him without telling him."

"Fitz can be a complete asshole at times. Still, I'd bet my life that he would make a fantastic President."

"I don't disagree, but he doesn't want that. He just wants to be a lawyer though."

"He can be a lawyer and a president. We've had a few in history. But I'm talking about you and him now. You should go back to D.C. He's had some time to cool off and pull his head out of his ass. Fitz will realize that he needs you. Besides, you're going to have a lot of work to fix when you go back."

"I quit, Cyrus. I don't work for him anymore. He seriously wants nothing to do with me."

"Liv, Fitz loves you. Of course, he loves you."

"He called me a slut and a whore. I convinced myself that him wanting me was real. That he wanted me because he loved me. I knew I should have trusted my gut. My gut is always right. Why didn't I listen? He convinced me we could be together. We could be together, and everything would work out fine. We were real. That even with my issues, he could overlook them and see me. But I knew all along that I was just the rebound during his divorce. I was an easy girl he could have because I was there. I could give him everything he needed and wanted. Fitz doesn't love me. He never did."

Sitting in the car beside her, Cyrus had no idea what to say to that. How could he respond to that kind of hurt? Though he was positive about one thing. "Liv, Fitz does love you. If he didn't love you, he would have no issue about you being in the same bed with Jerry or with Huck. He wouldn't be pissed off about you helping him in the divorce with Mellie."

Pulling into the parking lot of the college to drop him off, Liv shook her head at him. "It doesn't matter. If he did, he doesn't now. And that's what matters. He got his way and said 'forget you' to me. So, I'll take myself out of the equation and just leave him alone."

"And in the meantime? What are you doing now? Michael would love to have you stay with us for a bit. One of us can stay in bed with you. Or you can have us both."

Liv laughed at the thought. "That would be interesting for all of us. But no, thank you. I'm going off for a while. I think I need some time away to figure out what I need to do next."

"You haven't even seen Michael yet. You can't just leave without seeing him," Cyrus tried his best to convince her to stay for a bit.

"I saw Michael this morning. That's how I knew you were in class. He knows about all of this. And just like you will, he already told me that if I should need someone, to call him and he's on the next flight to wherever I am."

"And where is that?"

"I haven't decided yet. I guess I'll know when I get there."

Letting out a sigh, Cyrus knew it was pointless to argue with her. "I am very much against this, but I know I can't stop you. So, the only way I'm going to not get in my car and follow you on this so-called adventure, is if you promise to keep your phone with you at all times and call me every morning and every night. I don't care if you don't call Jerry or Huck, but you have to call me. You've never done this before and I'm not okay with you just driving off to the unknown. Especially when there is no one there to help you sleep."

"I will be fine, Cy. But alright, I will call you every day."

"No, you will promise."

"I don't make promises."

"Well, you'll need to make a promise on this. For my own health, or do you want me to have another heart attack?"

"Fine, fine, fine. I promise to call you. I promise. I can't have your death on my hands too."

"Liv…"

"I don't want to talk about it. Go, you have classes to teach. I'll call you tonight."

Liv watched him head into the building before she drove off. Unsure of where she was going for her destination or if it was even somewhere particular. Wherever it is, I'll be away from Fitz. Just like he wants.