"DO NOT TOUCH ME, JERRY!"

Fitz stopped his movements immediately and threw his hands up away from her. Liv took a few steps away from him and sat on the chair at the table. More than anything she wished that she only said it in her head but looking up at Fitz with his hands up in surrender she knew the words came right out of her mouth. Fitz's face full of concern only made her want to disappear.

"What just happened?" Fitz asked, crossing his arms in front of him but staying where he stood so he wouldn't frighten her.

"Nothing happened. Where did you throw my phone?" Olivia started looking around the room trying to find it.

"Olivia, something happened. What was it?"

"Fitz just let it go. Nothing happened. Nothing is wrong. Except I can't find my phone." Getting down on the floor she looked under the table and by the bed. "Found it! Perfect! Now I can get back to work."

Not caring if she was scared or not, Fitz moved right in front of her and took the phone out of her hand. "Why did you just call me my father?" Not saying anything, Liv tried to get the phone back. "Answer me, Olivia."

"I do not need to answer you. I need you to give me back my phone."

"Not until you answer me. And I want the truth. Every single part of the truth." Olivia sat down refusing to speak. After a few moments, Fitz sat in the chair opposite her waiting for her to say something. "I'll sit here all night if I have to. I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened with my father."

Olivia shook her head no. "Nothing happened with Jerry. Your father is a very sweet man."

"Judging by the words and the yell that came out of your mouth a few minutes ago, I highly doubt that. Why has he been to your house?" When she still didn't answer, Fitz's mind started to draw his own conclusion. "Liv? Did he rape you?"

Liv's head shot up so fast she could have had whiplash. "Of course not! How could you think so little of your own father!"

"I know how he is. If he's done something to you that you didn't want, I can help you, Liv. I'll call him right now and tell him to leave you alone. I'll file a restraining order against him for you. Whatever you need."

"You are being ridiculous. Jerry would never hurt me."

"He's had to have done something to you that made you yell at me like that with his name."

"How do you know it wasn't another Jerry?"

"I know you better than that. Tell me what he's done so I can help you."

"I don't need your help. I am fine. Jerry and I are fine now."

"Then he's done something to you in the past. Olivia, you have to tell me."

Rolling her eyes, she sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. "The only thing I HAVE to do is breathe and pay taxes. There's nothing else I HAVE to do."

"You aren't leaving me a choice here, Liv."

"There's no choice for you to make."

"If you aren't going to tell me than I will have to call my dad myself and make him tell me." Seeing her not move and not say a word, Fitz pulled her phone out of his pocket. Quickly, she grabbed it from him and held it tight. "Olivia Pope!"

"Congratulations, you know my name. You don't need to call Jerry, he's asleep. I'm trying to get your work done and get everything ready for you in the morning and you are disrupting that."

Fitz sat across from her rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "Liv, when was the last time you slept? You need to get some sleep. Work can wait. Nothing is that important."

"Do you have any idea what I do for you on a daily basis?"

"You keep my schedule and help me with clients."

"That's it? That's all I do?"

"I'm sure that everything you do for me, which I deeply appreciate, can be done from the office during office hours. I want to know what happened between you and my father. In the last six months since you started, he's called you and he's been to your house. Which he's never done with any of my other secretaries," he told her. Looking up at her, he folded his hands on the table in front of her. "I get that you want to keep your personal life just that, I do. But I think that if it comes to my father, I deserve to know what he's done. If he's hurt you in some way then I need to take care of that. Jerry can be…"

"He would never hurt me, Fitz. Jerry isn't like that."

"Why are you defending him? What makes you defend him?"

"Because I know him," she said before she went quiet.

"You screamed 'do not touch me, Jerry' at me. Now, I'm done asking you what happened, and I'm now demanding you tell me. Or else."

"You're threatening me? With what?" she laughed.

"Olivia, you will tell me what he's done, or you and I are on the next flight back to D.C."

"That's not an option. We both know that you have two more days of speeches to do. You can't just walk out on them."

"Watch me. Last chance Ms. Pope." Staring him down, Olivia tried to gather if he was bluffing or not. After a minute, Fitz got up and grabbed her suitcase throwing it on the bed. "Start packing."

"This is not funny, Fitzgerald! I won't allow you to cancel two days of seminars that you made me fly across the country for."

"And I will not allow you to sit there and lie to me."

"Who is lying?"

"Pack your things; I'm calling for a car," he told her storming out of her room to his.

Olivia sat on the bed looking at her phone. As much as she wanted to get things done, she had to make a phone call first.

"Livia? Little late to be calling, don't you think?" Jerry asked picking up on the fourth ring that woke him up.

"We have a couple of problems."

"You're a problem solver, darlin', you solve it."

"I'm not in the mood, Jerry. You need to wake up and get down to the police station and find out what's happening with Mellie."

Jerry rolled over and looked at the clock. "It's nearly four in the morning, what's that crazy drunk done now?"

"She destroyed my office. She broke into the building and spray painted the walls, threw my files everywhere, broke the window between the offices. I need you to go find out what the damage is. Whether they are keeping her overnight and arraigning her or just until she's sober."

"That's one problem, what's the other?"

Letting out a small sigh, she moved the suitcase over. "Fitz is insisting that we come back early."

"I know you much better than that, Livia. What's the real issue?"

"He wants to know what happened between you and me."

"Where the hell did that come from? What's he want to know that about?" Jerry gave it a moment of thought before it clicked in his mind. "What did you say to him first?"

"Don't touch me, Jerry," she quoted back to him.

"He touched you. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, he didn't hurt me or anything like that. He just put his hands on my shoulders to stop me from pacing."

By now, Jerry was getting changed as he talked to her to go find Mellie. "Did you answer him?"

"No, it's none of his business. My boss or not, my personal life is none of his concern."

"Just tell him, Livia."

"Jerry!"

"You and I both know what happened. We aren't concerned about it, and we've moved on. Fitz hates me anyway. What's one more thing to the list of the reasons why? I don't care if he knows. You and I are friends. And what happened was three years ago. It doesn't matter anymore. Is that why he's making you both leave early?"

"Yes."

"Then just tell him. Fitz is a grown man who has known about my affairs for years. His mother and I didn't hide the reason we were divorcing from him. He's told me what he thinks of me."

"We didn't have an affair, Jerry."

"No, we didn't. But you keeping things from him is probably making him think that I've done things to you against your will. I know my son, and if you don't tell him, the first stop when you land in D.C. is going to be here to see me and it won't be pretty."

Leaning back on the bed, Liv stared at the ceiling while she talked to him. "You think he'll forgive you?"

"Have you forgiven me?"

"I told you I did a long time ago."

"That's all I care about. Fitz can be pissed at me all he wants but as long as you forgive me then that's it."

"I still say it's none of his business."

"I agree. But he wants to know that you don't have a thing for me. And that we aren't together or have ever been together." Listening for a minute to make sure she was still there, he continued. "Go talk to Fitz, I'll go take care of Mellie. And after you've talked to Fitz, try to get at least a half hour of sleep, please?"

"No promises. I'll call you later."

Across the hall, Fitz threw his things in the suitcase while he was on the phone changing their flight. Sending David an email, he told him to take over his seminar and attached the notes. Getting the text from the driver that he arrived, Fitz walked out with his bag and opened the door to Olivia's room with the key card. Seeing she wasn't packing, Fitz threw her things into the suitcase and headed out with both their bags.

"Let's go."

Liv could tell he was furious. But she stood her ground that she was not going to answer him. This is a trick. He's not going to actually go to the airport in the middle of the night and fly home because I won't answer him. "Fitz, I'm not going to discuss Jerry with you."

"Fine, then we're going home."

Right, okay. We'll see how this goes. Olivia followed him to the elevator and out to the waiting car.

"Get in."

"What are you doing?"

"We're going home. What part are you not understanding?"

"Fine, I'll play along with your little game."

Ignoring her comment, Fitz got in the car and told the driver to go to the airport. Getting to the airport, Fitz walked in with their bags and went to check in handing the clerk the new tickets. Passing through security, Fitz sat with Liv waiting for their flight. Beside him, Liv was getting frustrated with him. He hadn't said a word to her in almost an hour. When Fitz gave the bags to the attendant as they boarded, she found he was serious about going home.

"That's it? You're making me get on a plane two days early to go home?"

"Yes, I am."

"Why?"

"You won't tell me, and I can't get my father to answer the phone, I'll just go ask him myself."

"Do you know how insane that is?"

"Tell me about you and him and I can make this end. We'll go back to the hotel and I'll do the rest of the seminars. It's simple, Olivia."

"I will not be bullied into giving you information that has nothing to do with you."

"Then I hope you enjoy the flight back."

Olivia sat down in her seat, aggravated with him and his attitude. She tried to think of other things that she would need to do when she returned, like Fitz told her would help on the way there. She put her seatbelt on and clutched the arm rests, holding them tighter when the pilot announced they were ready for takeoff.

"Jerry never raped me," she told Fitz, keeping her eyes closed as the plane started to move. "He was my professor and he thought that I had a crush on him and wanted to take it further. He got me the job with Judge Richards. To thank him I asked him to come over for dinner." Fitz looked over at her, slowly taking her hand from the armrest between them and holding it but did not speak. "He thought I had a crush on him, and I was inviting him over for something more. I'd known him for two years and he thought it was all adding up to something. Jerry put his hands under my shirt and moved one onto my breast. I told him to stop and he thought I was playing hard to get. I tried again to make him stop and he kept going. So, I grabbed his hand and twisted his arm behind his back so I could break it in a heartbeat if I needed to."

The plane evened out in the air and the light for the seatbelts switched off. Fitz rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, Liv. He should never have put you in that position."

"I didn't need to break his arm. When I moved his hand to the pressure point to break it, he knew I was serious." Opening her eyes, Liv looked over at him. "Jerry is many things but he's not a sexual predator. The affairs that he's had when he was married to your mom and the women he's been with after were all part of their own free will. He would never rape or hurt someone like that."

"You don't know him."

"I do know him. I know him as much as I know you, maybe even more. And I know that he isn't a bad guy. He apologized for reading into what I was offering wrong. We're friends. Though he can be a huge pain in my ass, we are friends. Without him getting me the job for Judge Richards, I never would have found the post for your secretary, and you'd still be yelling at whatever person had the position this week."