"Would you stop banging on the door? I'm coming, alright!"

"We have a problem. Now open the door!"

Opening the front door of the house, Cyrus stood with his suitcase on Jerry's front porch. Late morning, Jerry was sitting at home alone reading to keep his mind off his problem. Though now seeing Cyrus, his problem must be the same.

"She hasn't answered you either?" Jerry asked, opening the door for him to enter.

"Not in five days. I've called and texted and still I have nothing. I hate not knowing where she is. Something could have happened to her."

"Not helpful Cyrus. Though, I've been thinking the same thing. She hasn't even videochatted with Javier in that same time. Poor kid is freaking out. Huck keeps telling him that she's sending him texts saying she's alright and she's off on some camping trip with bad service. He's buying it, at least for now. I don't know what else we are supposed to do."

Joining Jerry in the kitchen, Cyrus took the cup offered to him of coffee and took a seat at the counter. "I knew I shouldn't have let her go alone. She never should have gone anywhere without someone with her. Liv knows her sleep problems. It's not something she can handle alone."

"However, she is Olivia Pope and she's going to do whatever the hell she wants to do. I still think we should have had her microchipped with a gps signal. It'd be a lot easier to find her."

"I'm not disagreeing with you. When we find her, that's what we need to do."

Taking the seat across from him, Jerry ran his hand through his hair. "Verna's getting worried about her too. She thought for the first couple of days, Livia was just ignoring us and just wanted to have some peace. But now she isn't answering anyone. Verna's starting to think the worst."

"How long has it been since she slept?"

"I think we're going on day fifty."

"She hasn't talked to Fitz?"

Jerry laughed after swallowing his coffee. "You're kidding right? She wants nothing to do with him. After everything he said to her, I don't think she'll talk to him again. He was cruel from what I've heard. My son can be a complete ass hole sometimes."

"Again, not disagreeing. But Liv can be stubborn too. How many times did one of us tell her to tell Fitz everything? Still, she hasn't, and she won't."

"I told him everything. Well, everything about Richards; about that incident. I thought he needed to know, and I couldn't let him believe that she was just some whore."

"I guess that's a good thing."

While the two sat in the kitchen, they heard the front door slam open and a voice calling. "Dad? Verna?"

"In here!" Jerry yelled out to get him to join them. "Thought you'd be at work, Fitz."

"I was," Fitz called out, walking into the room. "Cyrus? What are you doing here?"

"Probably the same thing you are doing here. Trying to find answers on where Liv is."

Nodding his head, Fitz took the seat beside Jerry. "So, where is she?"

"Neither of us know. We've tried calling her and left messages. Texted her. She's not responded to any of them in a few days," Jerry told him.

"Have you tried calling her today?"

"Of course, we call her every morning. She hasn't answered in five days. So, we've left messages."

"I tried calling her again a half hour ago. Same as every day. But the mailbox is full. This hasn't happened before. Since she's been gone and I started calling her, I call her four or five times a day and leave a message since she isn't picking up. But today it went to her voicemail and said it was full. She isn't listening to her messages anymore," Fitz's voice changed to a frantic tone. "I drove up to Vermont again and it's all still the same. There's no sign of anyone there."

Jerry called her phone again, just to see if there was a change. "Nothing. I already called Eli and Maya. I asked them to call if they heard from her."

"You called those two twits?" Cyrus nearly shouted. "Those are the last people she would call. Do you think we should call the accountants? Liv's had to have checked in with them by now."

"You think she would call the accountants instead of one of you guys? Or Huck or Javi?" Fitz asked, pouring himself a coffee.

Both Jerry and Cyrus nodded their agreements. "She would. With the money coming in and out of her accounts, and the charities she works with, she checks in with them at least once a week. And if they haven't spoken with her, they might be able to at least pull up her credit cards and see where and when she last used them," Cyrus said.

"But would they give us any information?"

"Jonathon might, if he knows we are worried about her," Jerry answered him.

Picking up the phone, Cyrus gave it a shot and dialed Liv's cell.

"Hello?"

"Liv?"

Hearing Cyrus say her name, both Jerry and Fitz stopped and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Tyler was just getting around to make his way up to the hospital when he heard a cell phone ring. Since Liv wasn't allowed to have her phone up in the psychiatric wing, he left it plugged in on the kitchen counter for her to return to. Sometime through the night it must have turned itself on.

"No, this is her phone though," Tyler answered. "Can I get her a message for you?"

Putting the phone on mute for a moment, Cyrus set the phone down on the table between the three of them. "His voice sounds too familiar," he told Jerry and unmuted the phone, placing the caller on speaker. "Where's Liv?"

"Liv's fine. She's doing okay."

"That's not what I asked, who is this?"

"Tyler, I'm a friend of Liv's. Liv's not here."

"Tyler?" Jerry questioned, confused. "Livia doesn't have any friends named Tyler. Or friends that aren't here with us. Where is she?"

Looking at her phone, Tyler read the name again. "Cyrus, huh? So, the other guy is that Huck, Jerry, or Fitz? Pretty sure Verna's a chick."

"Jerry and Fitz are both here. Why do you have Liv's phone? And I still need an answer of where she is."

"Liv's a friend and she's staying with me. She's not here right now, but I can let her know you called, and I'll have her call you when she's able."

Fitz started to fume at the idea of her staying with another man, and worse that it was one he didn't know. "Where. Is. Olivia," Fitz spewed.

"Oh, that's definitely Fitz," Tyler laughed. "The jealous ex-boyfriend tone gives you away, man. All I can tell you is Liv's safe. She's with me, well sort of. Jerry's wedding is coming up in a couple weeks, I know she's coming to that. But right now, she's here and she's okay."

"Where is 'here' exactly?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah, she made me promise not to tell any of you, especially Jerry, where she's at," Tyler rubbed the back of his neck. Knowing he should tell them, he promised he wouldn't, and he couldn't break her trust. "Look, I know you guys are worried about her but she's in good hands. I'd never let anything harm her. I can tell her you called and see if she will call you back, but that's not going to be for a few more days."

"Tyler, what are you to her? She doesn't have friends aside from the three of us here and Huck and Kim. We don't know any Tyler. How do you know her?" Cyrus asked.

"Liv is a good friend. And before Fitz loses his shit with me, she's like a sister. So, don't even let your head spin some messed up shit with me and her."

"Like a sister or not, I need to hear Liv's voice," Fitz demanded. "Put her on the phone. How do we know you aren't holding her hostage or something?"

Laughing, Tyler couldn't hold back. "You seriously think I'm after her money? Man, if I needed her help, I'd ask for it. If anything, Liv needs my help."

"So, you're sleeping with her?"

"Get your hearing checked Fitz. She's like a sister. I'm not sleeping with her. Not the way you think anyway."

Jerry and Cyrus looked at each other somewhat comprehending his statement.

"Then, Livia is sleeping?" Jerry asked, hoping for a good answer.

"In a way, yes, she is."

Slamming his fist on the table, Cyrus was getting furious. "Tyler, just tell me where the hell she is at, and I'll come get her. Where the fuck are you?"

"Chill, man. I promised Liv not to tell. You'll see her in a couple of weeks at the wedding. You know she promised she would be there. And we all know if Liv makes a promise the only way that she's going to break it is if she's not breathing. Her dress is here and she's ready for it. You guys need to trust her some. I've got her, okay?"

Before anyone could answer, Tyler hung up and left her phone heading out the door.

"His voice sounded very familiar to you, right?"

"He did but I can't place it," Jerry told him. "But I know I've heard it somewhere. I don't like that he said she's 'in a way' sleeping. What does that even mean? Either she's sleeping or she isn't. There is no middle ground there."

"I know, but maybe that means she's getting fifteen-minute naps every now and then. It would hold her over for at least a little while. It's not enough though. She's going on fifty days without sleep. Is she not planning on sleeping until the wedding? She's going to kill herself!"

"Cyrus, that's not helping," Fitz warned him. "What do we do now?"

All three sat trying to think of their next steps. How can they get ahold of her and know that she was alright? Who's this Tyler person and why is he with her?

"I think we should call her phone every few hours," Jerry stated. "Even if her voicemail is full, we can text her. We know her phone is on, and someone is answering it. If he answers again, we tell him we need to know that she's alright. I think that's the only thing we can do right now. Tyler said she would be able to call in a few days. Until then, we blow up her phone until one of us talks to her ourselves."

Getting to the hospital, Tyler changed into the same pajamas he'd been wearing in her room for the last five days. Dr. Kent went into her room with him and put the needle into her empty iv and left.

Climbing into bed beside her, Tyler wrapped his arm around her belly as he had for days and closed his eyes pretending to sleep. After a few minutes, Liv rolled onto her back and rubbed his arm. Overheated, she kicked the blanket off of her and laid content in 'Stephen's' arms. Finally, she had regained the feeling in her legs and feet two days before. Lightly kissing the shoulder of the arm that held her, Liv weaved her fingers through his hair gently waking him.

"Good morning, beautiful," Tyler smiled playing his part. "How'd you sleep?"

"Wonderfully. And you?"

"Pretty good. Do you want to go look at that florist? She's the best in town."

"Absolutely," Liv smiled at him. "She's booked for months. I want to be sure we get her."

Getting out of bed, both grabbed their clothes to get ready for the day. Same as the last five days, Tyler walked with her around the pretend apartment. Treating it like this was their home together. Just as before, Liv grabbed her purse off the table ready to leave.

"Liv? I'm not feeling too well," he told her putting on his coat.

"What? What's wrong?"

Holding his left arm, he let it dangle down as though he had no control of it. "My fingers are… I think I'm having a heart attack."

"Oh my god, ok I'll call… come sit down… sit down, Stephen." Liv pushed him back to the couch in their living room. She looked around for her phone to call an ambulance.

"Grab mine, it's in the bedroom," he groaned trying to get her out of the room.

Running back into the bedroom, she grabbed his phone and called 911. Coming back into the living room to him, Stephen was already gone.