"I'll get this cleaned up, Liv."

"No! Don't touch anything!"

On the plane, Olivia got ahold of Henry to come pick them up at the airport when they landed. Telling Henry to take Fitz home and take her back to the office, Fitz refused and insisted on going with her instead. Not having it in her to argue with him, Henry took them both to the office. Many people had already arrived and gone past her office. By now, the entire floor knew about the spray-painted words on the walls. Liv didn't care much about the spray paint. What concerned her was her filing system was thrown all over the floor. With papers outside of the files and the carpet covered with documents, it would take days to get this organized back into place.

"Liv, let me help. We can get it back together quicker with two of us."

"I'm dead serious, Fitz. Don't touch a damn thing," she nearly yelled at him.

"How are you going to do this?"

"She's Olivia Pope, she can do anything."

Fitz rolled his eyes hearing his father's voice behind him. "Of course, you're here. What do you want?"

"Just came to give an update. Sounds like your phone is dead or off. And I wanted to check on Livia."

"Dad, we're a bit busy here, so if you don't mind, we need to get this taken care of," Fitz told him.

"I wouldn't do that," Jerry said when Fitz bent down to start picking up the papers. "She knows what she's doing. Trust her." Jerry turned his back to Fitz and looked at Olivia. "When did you last sleep?"

Looking at him, she wanted to scream that there wasn't time. "I got about ten minutes yesterday."

"Olivia, you know what I mean," Jerry told her sternly.

"I don't know, probably Tuesday. Whenever Huck came over." Behind him, she saw the look Fitz was giving her but just shook her head.

"A full night?"

"Jerry, I don't have time for this! Did you get Mellie out or not?"

Nodding, he told her he did and looked over at Fitz. "Let's go get us some coffee. Livia's going to start her process."

Wanting to argue with him, Fitz decided it was best to leave her alone for a little while. Coffee after the flight and the long night would do them both some good. He stepped over the papers and followed Jerry out of the office.

"Five shots, Livia?"

"Six please."

Fitz gave them both a curious look but followed Jerry out. "Liv told me what you did to her," he said once they hit the sidewalk.

"I know, I told her to."

"And that makes it okay? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Fitz, I know you think I'm some horrible monster that preys on women but Livia's not like that. I'm not like that. I get that my affairs during my marriage to your mother did some damage to you and what you think I am, but I would never physically hurt someone."

"I want to know what you've been doing at her home. Why did you go over there? And why didn't you tell me you knew her before I hired her?"

"She asked me not to. Livia doesn't want to take special treatment. She works extremely hard to do things for herself. I got her the job with Richards and then she made me promise not to help her again in her career."

"Liv said you and she are friends."

"We are."

"Why? Why are you friends with a twenty-five-year-old? Especially one that you both say you aren't screwing. Which I still don't believe."

"Fitzgerald, I will not allow you to talk about her like that. Olivia and I are friends. We had one misunderstanding and fixed it. Since then, we've been only friends."

"So, you are saying you just go to her house to what? Watch tv? I might not know Liv very well, but I know that she isn't like that."

"That she doesn't want a friend to come over and keep her company? You need to get over yourself, son. If Livia wants to tell you about herself then she will." Walking into the coffee shop, they stepped up to the counter together. "Two black medium coffees. And a large caramel latte with six espresso shots and two shots of milk," Jerry ordered.

When the barista turned her back to start the drinks, Fitz stared at Jerry in wonder. "Who has six shots of espresso? That can kill someone."

"Livia does. And it won't kill her. She drinks this every day that she doesn't sleep."

"Why doesn't this woman sleep! I tell her to get some sleep and she tells me I'm crazy and she has work to do."

"That's true. She does keep busy. But I don't see you suffering from it," Jerry handed Fitz his coffee as he paid and walked out with the other two cups in hand.

"I'm not that busy."

"You are. You just don't know it. Livia is incredibly good at her job. Now, the situation of your wife. Mellie needs to be taken care of."

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," Fitz laughed.

"I'm not kidding. She did a lot of damage to that office and her graffiti on the walls is uncalled for. Mellie needs to go to rehab. I was able to pull a few strings to get her out of jail this morning and she's at the house sleeping it off. But she could do a lot more damage than what she's done. Her drinking is out of control. Her breathalyzer test was off the charts. How she didn't die last night is beyond me."

"And you expect me to just go home and tell her she's going to rehab?"

"I know she wouldn't go for that. Rehab is coming to her. I've arranged for a clinic to keep her at home and do rehab there. She will get the help that she needs, and no one will know. That way when it's time for you to run for governor this won't come out to be an embarrassment."

"I've told you before I am not running for any kind of office."

"Say what you want, but you are going to run. Hopefully with a sober wife by your side."

Walking up to the office, Olivia stood outside the door of her disaster talking to Jake Ballard.

"I heard what happened to your office. Fitz must be pissed," Jake told her leaning against the wall as he stared at her.

"He is, but I've got this covered. Nothing is going to throw me off balance," Liv laughed looking up at him.

"What do you say I take you out tomorrow night?"

Jerry and Fitz stopped mid stride to her when they both heard Jake ask. Standing there behind Olivia a few feet they couldn't see her face; just the smirk on his face.

"I don't think that's a good idea. I am very busy and now I've got all this to clean up."

"You have to eat, Liv," Jake reminded her. "Come on, I'll take you for dinner. Just dinner."

Giving it a few seconds of thought Olivia nodded, surprising everyone watching her. "Sure, tomorrow night for dinner. I think I can make that work."

"Great, then I'll pick you up tomorrow night after work," Jake smiled and waved at Fitz and Jerry before walking away.

Olivia turned to see who was there and saw them looking shocked. "Pick your jaws up off the floor."

"Olivia Pope is going on a date?" Jerry laughed and handed her the cup. "I never thought I'd see it happen again."

"I thought you had too much to do?" Fitz asked and motioned to the mess on the floor. "Besides that, I had to practically beg you to go have dinner with us and all he has to do is flash a smile? Thought you had more sense than that."

"Fitzgerald," Jerry warned shooting him a look.

"I'm just saying, is all."

"It's just Jake, Fitz. What's the difference between a working lunch and a working dinner with Jake? He wasn't asking me on a date."

"Yes, he was," both men told her.

"It's not a date! It's dinner."

"Olivia, I know that smirk he gives. He asked you on a date and you accepted," Fitz told her.

"Whatever you two. I am not going on a date; I am going to dinner. That's it. But for right now, I am picking up and organizing. The painters will be here in an hour and the firm has some people coming in to take care of the glass wall. Jerry, lovely to see you as always, but I need to get to work."

Jerry walked over to her and kissed her cheek. "You sure you're okay?"

"She's fine, dad," Fitz told him and took a drink of his coffee.

Ignoring him, Jerry kept his eyes on Olivia. "I'll be fine," she nodded.

"Call me and get some sleep. No one needs another crash and burn from you."

"We'll see," she told him.

Closing the door to her office, Jerry left the two of them alone.

"Why don't you sleep?" Fitz asked. "Other than the obvious of six shots of espresso in that cup you're holding."

"I'm a busy woman, Fitz. There's a lot to do."

"Will you let me help you with any of it?"

"No, I've got it. But thank you for offering."

Fitz went into his office and started to get to work. Texting with Abby and David to make sure they were both set back in California, he apologized for the last-minute notice of him leaving and told them what happened with Mellie. Both had many different choice words to say.

"You need to do something about her," Abby yelled over the phone at him. Having enough of the texting she decided to call and yell instead. "She treats you like shit and has no respect for anything or anyone."

"Mellie is Mellie."

"Why did you marry her?" she asked him.

Fitz sat back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "Honestly, I don't even remember."

"Why are you staying in a marriage you don't remember why you wanted?"

"Because Mellie needs help."

"Have you given her the help she needs?"

"She's beyond help."

"Then you know what you need to do."

"Abby, it's not that simple. There was no prenup."

"What is she going to take? Your golf clubs?"

"Abigail. You are insane."

"You're confusing me for your wife. Do yourself a favor and draw up the papers. You haven't been happy in a very long time. You need to get yourself some happy. And freedom from that woman is going to be the start of it. Now, are you going to do it, or do I need to get David to?"

"No, I'll do it myself," Fitz sighed. "I hate when you're right."

"I'm always right. I'll talk to you later."

Hanging up, Fitz looked out the 'window' to Olivia's office. She had the files nicely placed on the table and piles of documents stacked along the room.

"My dad got Mellie some help," Fitz told her standing against the doorframe to his office. "I'm sorry about earlier. The thing with Jerry and all."

"I don't think it's me you need to apologize to," she continued working never bothering to look at him.

"I know. It's easier to apologize to you. And again, I'm sorry about what she did to your office. You sure I can't help you?"

"Absolutely not. I'm taking care of it."

"Okay, we're going to take on a new case."

Turning around, Liv looked at him. "What is it? I have a lot to do for filing here and a new case is going to take a bit of time. Who got into what trouble?"

"It's a divorce."

"We don't really deal in divorces, Fitz."

"We do when it's mine."