Chapter Six: Reunion (Part Two)
"So Jeanine, what do you do for a living?" Abby asked. The ladies were all enjoying the limited sun under the tent, while the guys were all in the water with boys. Alecia and Bella decided they wanted to make sand castles, and Hannah was sitting on Olivia's lap, chewing on her wrap.
"Um, I'm actually in between jobs at the moment." Jeanine replied, which translated in everyone's head to unemployed. But surprisingly it was Erika who actually said it.
"So unemployed."
"Um…"
"So uh… Jeanine how'd you and Fitz meet?" Abby asked, saving Jeanine from answering Erika.
"We met at the gym I work out at." Jeanine smiled awkwardly. She was so uncomfortable right now. She knew Erika didn't like her, but damn. "I got a cramp in my leg on the elliptical, and Fitz helped me work it out." Jeanine's smile turned into a devious smirk.
"So you two are dating now?"
"Well…" Jeanine got a huge smile on her face, she was being coy.
"Well what?" Erika said, surprising everyone again. Her tone was what mostly caught everyone off guard. Erika was normally the peace maker in the group, and was never one to stir things up. "Fitz told me you two were just friends. In fact that's what he tells everyone."
"Um, well…" Jeanine nervously finger combed through her hair. To say she was embarrassed was an understatement. "We're taking things slow for now."
"I'll say, seems to me like you're at a road block." Erika said, "Say why hasn't Fitz brought you around sooner if you two have been dating this entire time?"
"Well-"
"And back to my previous question, why does Fitz tell everyone you're just friends? And why-"
"Erika, let's go get Hannah's feet wet in the water." Olivia said, stopping Erika's little attack on Jeanine. She didn't know why she was saving the girl who claimed to be 'dating' her ex-husband. But she just hated seeing Erika upset, and right now Erika was upset.
Reluctantly Erika got up from her seat, and she and Olivia started walking along the shore with baby Hannah. "Okay, so what the hell was that?"
"I don't like her."
Olivia chuckled, "Well I gathered that much honey. Mind telling me why."
Erika stopped walking, and sat down in the sand, away from the shoreline. Olivia sat down next to her, with Hannah between them, playing in the sand.
"I went over Fitz's apartment one time, it was a while ago, and she was there. All three of us sat down and started talking, and I was already getting a bad vibe from her. But then Fitz got a call from the office, and he stepped out to take it. Shortly after Fitz left, Jeanine's phone started ringing, and she stepped out to take it. I wasn't ease dropping, but when I went to the kitchen for a water I heard her on the phone with someone. She was talking about how loaded Fitz was, and talking about the apartment and how expensive it looked. She said something like she was going to have fun dating this one, and a bunch of other stuff. And it just got me thinking-"
"That she's only dating Fitz for his money." Olivia said.
"Yeah. And I know that it's not exactly proof, but until I know that truth, I hate her which means you don't like her either."
"Well its a little high school, but okay." Olivia said, while swiping the sand from Hannah's hand before she could put it into her mouth.
"Oh come on Olivia, how could you not hate her anyway. She's dating your ex-husband."
"Well according to you and Fitz, they're just friends. And besides, we're divorced, I don't care who Fitz dates or sleeps with." Olivia lied straight through her teeth. Of course she cared. In her eyes, she would always have a claim to Fitzgerald Grant, and he would always have a claim to her.
"Whatever."
"Look Erika, Fitz is a big boy. And I know you're worried about him being taken advantage of, but he can take care of himself. He's not stupid, and he can tell when a person isn't being honest and genuine with him."
"I know but-"
"Trust me Erika, that relationship is nonexistent, nothing is going on between the two of them. She may be into him, but he's not into her."
"How do you know?"
"Because I know Fitz. And for starters, I know how possessive and jealous he is. I can't tell you how many arguments and fights that man has gotten into, because some man looked my way."
"Aww."
"Don't start E." Olivia rolled her eyes. "The guy in the yellow board shorts has been eyeballing Jeanine since she got here. Fitz saw him, and hasn't said one word. Hasn't even batted an eye."
"I just don't want my brother to be taken advantage of."
"He'll be fine Erika."
"Ladies what are you doing way over here?" Neither had noticed Fitz come out of the water and walk their way. Olivia had to suppress her moan, watching the water droplets pool off Fitz's perfectly sculpted chest and abs. After all the years they'd been married and divorced he was still the same chiseled man he was when they got married. Time had only improved on his looks.
"We uh, we were just about to head back." Olivia said, after she got her voice back.
"Say Liv, did you bring your board? Stephen and I were about to hit the waves."
"Yeah sure." Liv and Erika got up from the sand. Hannah put up a little fight, not liking being taken away from the little sand pile she was making. Just as they began to walk away, a man in bright green swim trunks came over to them.
"Hey ladies." He flashed a pearly white smile.
"Hi." Olivia and Erika spoke in unison.
"My friends and I were about to play a game of volley ball, you ladies wanna join?" He was asking both Olivia and Erika, but his eyes never left Olivia.
"Sorry, I'm here with my friends and we were about to go surf." Olivia said, she could practically feel the tension radiating off Fitz's body. "Thanks though."
"Aww come on, I promise it'll be fun. I'll even make sure you're on my team."
"She said no buddy, back the hell off." Fitz growled, taking a step towards the man. Olivia stopped him, by subtly putting herself between him and the guy.
"Alright, see you around beautiful." The guy wink, before jogging back over to his friends.
"Asshole." Fitz muttered, walking back to the tent, ahead of the girls, to get his board. On the walk back, Olivia winked at Erika and gave her a knowing smile.
X
"Back off Fitz this the next one's mine! You already took the last two!" Olivia shouted to Fitz. She was floating on her board in the water. Fitz was a next to her, floating on his own board. They had been in the water for a while now, and Olivia and Fitz had turned it into a competition. Every time a wave would come, Fitz and Olivia fought to get to it first, Stephen had long since given up.
But Fitz was stronger and faster than Olivia in the water, he had been the one who taught her how to surf. She managed to take the first wave, but Fitz beat her to the one after. Now she was just getting frustrated. After washing out twice before, she was bone tired, but she refused to give up until she got one more wave.
"Oh relax sweetheart, I let you have the first one, you should be thankful."
"You didn't let me have anything. I beat you to that wave fair and square."
"Whatever sweetheart."
Olivia growled, "Stop calling me sweetheart!" She shoved Fitz's arm, making him fall off his board. She hadn't meant for him to fall, but she could help but laugh at his arms flailing around, and the high pitch scream he let out just before he hit the water.
"That shits not funny!" Fitz yelled, after he reemerged from the water. He grabbed his board and got back on it, all the while scowling at a still laughing Olivia. "That was petty of you Ms. Olivia."
Olivia shrugged with a smirk on her face, "Whatever." Olivia was surprised how relatively 'normal' they were being with each other. She was sure things would be weird between them, since the last time they saw each other, they were making out like a bunch of horny teenagers. But he didn't mention it, and Olivia certainly wasn't going to. So as long as he was pretending it didn't happen, she was gonna play along.
They sat floating in the water, waiting for the next wave. Olivia was just about to paddle back to shore, when she got a feeling. She started paddling out, at the calm waters.
Fitz looked out, but had no idea what Olivia saw. "Where you going? There's nothing out there."
Olivia ignored him and kept paddling. Suddenly, a wave appeared, headed their way. Olivia smiled, she was way ahead of Fitz, and knew there was no way he'd make it to the wave before she did. She got ready, and at the right precise time she stood up and rode the wave.
"Fuck." Fitz said to himself, "How the hell did she see that?" He watched in awe and jealousy as Olivia effortlessly rode the wave with precision. She was a lot better than when he first taught her. She couldn't even stand up on the board when she first started. Fitz would have to keep her at the shore, and hold her waist, until she got her balance.
Fitz watch Olivia jump off her board when she was done. But he had been watching her so intently, that he didn't realize how close the wave was getting to him. By the time he realized, though, it was too late.
"Shit!" he cursed just as the wave hit him, and sent him flying off his board. He knew not to panic, and just let it run its course, but it was kind of hard when his body was being thrown left and right under the water. Then all of a sudden, his head banged against a hard object, turned out to be his surf board.
Soon after, the water calmed and he was able to swim back to the surface, gasping for air. He was sure he had swallowed enough salt water, to fill a sand bucket. His stomach turned, as he coughed hard.
"Fitz!" Olivia was paddling towards him, worry etched on her face. "Fitz are you okay?" She slid off her board, and swam the rest of the short way over to him. "Oh you're bleeding." She touched the small cut above his left eyebrow.
"I'm fine." Fitz said, he sound like he had a frog stuck in his throat. He was still coughing and choking up the water he had swallowed.
"You sure? That was a pretty big hit."
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Okay, well let's paddle back so we can put something on your head."
The paddle back was relatively quick, and when they did, everyone asked Fitz was he alright. They had saw him get wiped out, and they all just knew it was much worse than what it really was. Fitz insisted that he was alright, and just needed to sit for a while. He head was hurting pretty bad.
"Do you still keep that first-aid kit in your truck?" Olivia asked.
"Yeah, in the chest." Fitz answered, and Olivia walked off towards his truck to get the first-aid kit. "I'll come with you."
"No sit." Olivia insisted.
Fitz ignored her, "No, I'll come." Fitz just really wanted to get away from everyone asking him was he alright, and poking at his head.
When Liv got to his truck, she stepped on his back tire, and climbed in the bed of the truck. She opened the silver chest and searched through the blanket and tools, to get to the first-aid kit. "Got it."
"Good, there should be some antiseptic spray and gauze in it." Fitz opened the passenger door, and sat in the seat. "Maybe I should get Stephen to do it."
"For what? I went to medical school too." Olivia sat the kit in his lap, and opened it. "Besides, it's not like I'm performing surgery. Spray, wipe, and put a Band-Aid on it. It's not rocket science."
"I didn't say it was, Stephen is just gentler than you are. Ow!" Fitz shouted, when Olivia pressed the gauze to his cut. Instead of softly dabbing at the cut, she was purposely pressing down hard on his head.
"Shut up, you big ass baby. I have to stop the bleeding."
"It'll stop, you don't have to press your finger into my skull to make it happen though."
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Such a baby. I swear, doctors make the worst patients." She sprayed some of the antiseptic on the cut, and Fitz winced at the sting. She wiped the area around his cut, and put the small Band-Aid on. "There, all set."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"So are we finally gonna talk?" Fitz got out the car, as she put the kit back.
"We are talking."
"You know what I mean Olivia. About yesterday. You're acting like nothing ever happened."
"Yeah I am, but only because you were. You're the one who kissed me. And then the very next day, you stroll over here with that Barbie doll girlfriend hanging on your arm."
Fitz ran a frustrated hand down in face, sighing. He was really getting tired of everyone saying that. "Jeanine is not my girlfriend, and why does everyone keep saying that."
"Because apparently she thinks you two are dating. At least that's what she's telling everyone. So was all of that crap you were talking yesterday nothing but bullshit? Just your way of shutting me up?"
Fitz smirked, "Well I could try it again." He grabbed her waist, and pulled her to him. The way his truck was parked, their friends couldn't see them from their spot on the beach.
"Fitz stop, this isn't funny."
"Am I laughing?"
"Fitz I'm serious." She managed to pushed him away, just enough to put some space between them. "We can't keep doing this, you can't keep kissing me."
"You didn't seem to mind last time. You kissed me back."
"Yes, I kissed you back. But I didn't initiate it."
"So what? What's the problem?"
"What do you mean what's the problem? There's an entire list of problems. I mean what do you think is gonna happen now? Where the hell do you see this going?"
Without answering her, Fitz gripped her face with both hands, bringing her to him and kissing her. Just like yesterday, Olivia didn't hesitate to kiss him back. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she brought his wet body closer to hers. She didn't care that they were on a public family beach, and she didn't care that their friends were just feet away. She wanted this, and she wanted him. And she hated herself for it. She hated her body for responding to him. She hated that he knew her body so well, and could control her body so well.
She felt him shifting them, and felt him pushing her up against the open passenger door of his truck. He moved his hands from her face, running them down her body, squeezing and kneading her breast. Dammit, why do I have on this wet suit? Olivia thought. As if he was reading her mind, Fitz pulled on the front zipper of her suit. He pulled it all the way down to her belly button, and snaked his hands inside. She was still wearing her bathing suit underneath, but she didn't care. It had been far too long since he's touched her like this. Far too long since anyone touched her like this. No one could ignite this kind of fire in her. No one knew her nobody the way Fitz did, only he could find this passion in her.
Olivia's arms were now wrapped around his neck, and she was pulling on his wet curls. She brought left leg up, and wrapped it around his hips. She started grinding her hips into him, rolling her breast against him, and Fitz's dick instantly got harder.
The clearing of a throat finally brought them out of their lust induced high. Olivia quickly removed her leg from around Fitz, and pushed him back.
Junior was leaning against the truck, arms folded and a smirk on his face. "Food's ready."
Olivia zipped up her wet suit, and walked past Fitz. "Not a word Curtis Pope." She warned junior, as she walked past him.
When Fitz finally turned around to face Junior, Junior only smirked again, and shook his head and walked away. "Tsk tsk tsk."
Fitz sighed, "Fucking hell."
X
"So that was fun. I never knew you could surf."
"Yeah, my dad taught me when I was little. We use to go to the beach all the time, it was my favorite thing to do." The get together at the beach had ended, and everyone said their goodbyes, until the next event that would bring them together; Huck and Quinn's anniversary party. Fitz had pulled up to Jeanine's apartment building, but they were still standing outside her door. To be honest, Jeanine was hoping Fitz would come inside.
"So I guess I'll just see you later than."
"Yeah, but before you go I think we need to talk."
"What's wrong?"
Fitz nervously scratched at his neck. "So um, we're friends right."
"Yeah."
"Meaning that's all we are, is just friends. I mean, you're a great girl, you're funny and pretty, but I am not looking to be in a relationship right now."
Jeanine had to mentally pick up her jaw from the floor. "Yeah sure, I get it."
"Things aren't going to get weird are they?"
"No, of course not. We're friends. Just good old fashion friends."
"Well I guess I should get going now."
"Yeah, see you later friend." Jeanine finally unlocked her door, and went inside.
Fitz stood at her closed door for a moment, before walking off. "Things are certainly getting weird."
X
Later that night, Olivia was sitting alone in her bedroom, snuggled under her silk sheets and duvet; drinking wine out of one of her favorite large glasses. She had her hair in rollers, and had on one of her many silk night gowns. The ones that went all the way to her ankles. She only wore them when she had company staying over. Mainly because she always got thirsty during the night, and would often go to the kitchen for a drink of water. And after her nephew walked in on her in one of her barely there nightgowns, she started wearing the long ones around company.
Olivia drank another sip of her wine, letting it settle on her tongue before she swallowed. She was thinking. This is what she always did when she had a problem, and needed to think of a solution. It wasn't a very healthy problem solving method, nor was it helpful but it certainly made her feel better.
Olivia grabbed the wine bottle off her nightstand, and refilled her glass, again. With the problem she was having, she wouldn't be surprised if she didn't finish off the bottle. It has happened before. And tonight, it looked like it wouldn't be any different. She had to decide what she was going to do about Fitz and his lips. It seemed that every time they saw each other Fitz couldn't keep his hands to himself.
Olivia could place all the blame on Fitz, however. Because each time he kissed her, she willingly accepted and returned the kiss. She didn't feel bad about it while it was going on, but she definitely felt bad afterwards. She and Blair weren't in a particularly serious relationship, but they were still in a relationship and she respected that. Or so she thought. If she really respected what she had with Blair, she would have never let the first kiss with Fitz happen, and she certainly wouldn't have let the second happen.
And not only did she have Fitz to deal with, but now her brother Junior to deal with. He had caught them dry humping against his car at the beach. She felt like a teenager getting caught with a boy in her room. It was both humiliating and embarrassing. Lucky for her though, junior had respected her space the rest of the time at the beach, and remained silent on the drive back. Knowing junior, she knew he would have something childish and immature to say about the situation, and at that moment she couldn't handle it. And when they got home, it wasn't any different. She told him she was tired and was going to shower and take a nap. He let her be, and she as thankful although she knew it wasn't going to last. She had expected him to come sooner than this, but she figured he was giving her a little more time to herself.
Not even a second later after her thought, there was a soft knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in Junior." Olivia said, and the door slowly opened. Junior poked his head in and gave her a sheepish smile.
"Hey pudgy." Junior said, walking in the room and climbing in bed beside Olivia. He had given Olivia that nickname when they were little. Olivia was a bit of a chubby kid, before she got into sports and started growing.
"I thought I told you if you ever called me that again, I was going to throat punch you."
"You say a lot of things Liv, but I don't necessarily listen to them all." Junior took Olivia's wine glass out her hand, and took a sip. "So drowning our problems in alcohol are we? At least you picked a great wine. Although I would say that you have got to be the most dysfunctional psychologist I have ever known."
"I'm a psychiatrist, there's a difference. I went to med school."
"Yeah whatever. Don't you preach all that talking crap to your patients, and yet here you are drowning your problems in red wine. It's a bit hypocritical and very cliché of you sis."
Olivia shrugged, "Yeah I know, but I hate talking about my problems, you know that. It's a lot easier for me to help other people with their issues. But when it comes to my own, I just sort of shut down."
"Well how about this time, we change things up." Junior put the glass down on the night stand on his side of the bed, and out of Olivia's reach. He opened his arms, and pulled Olivia into his side. "Come on, talk to big brother."
"You know you're only older than me by a couple months, it barely counts."
"It's a year, not a couple of months so it definitely counts. Now stop trying to change the subject."
"Which is?"
"Why I caught you swapping spit with your ex-husband." Junior snickered.
"Really Junior?"
"What do you prefer sucking face, because I can use that too. Or even dry humping."
"Stop please."
"Explain."
Olivia sighed, "I don't know why it keeps happening-"
"Keeps happening?"
Dammit Olivia thought, she couldn't believe she just told on herself. "It happened once before, and I don't know why it happened that time either. He just gets under my skin in the most irritating way, then again he brings out so much passion in me and-"
"Whoa whoa whoa, I didn't ask you all that okay. Save that for the hen house, when you and your loud ass friend get together to bitch."
"We do not bitch, and we are not that loud."
"If you say so."
"You know what, you have been of no help tonight. It's none of your business anyway." Olivia sat up out of juniors arms. "Give me back my wine, this talking bullshit doesn't work for me."
"I didn't say it was effective, I said it was better."
"Well it's not, and neither are you, so give me back my wine and get out." Olivia pushed Junior, until he got out of her bed.
"Well isn't someone testy when she doesn't get laid."
Moving quickly, Olivia grabbed one of the pillows from her bed and hurled it at Junior's head, but he ducked just in time. "Get out!"
"I'm going, but I'm taking this bottle with me, you're not drinking this entire thing tonight." Junior took the bottle off the nightstand, but left Olivia her wine glass. "You need to be thinking about how you're going to avoid sleeping with Fitzgerald the next time you see him."
Shit, he's right Olivia though, once Junior had shut the door. How was she going to avoid the inevitable with Fitz? The next time they would definitely see each other would be at Huck and Quinn's anniversary party. And at the rate we're going, we're gonna end up having a quickie in an electrical closet.
X
The next morning, Olivia got up when her alarm went off at seven. She use to get up at six, but that proved to not improve on her inevitable bad mood in the mornings. Everyone who knew Olivia, knew she wasn't a morning person until after her shower and a good cup of coffee. She checked her phone for messages, and was pleased that she got one from her assistant, Daniel. Ashley was the receptionist for the entire office, but Daniel was only Olivia's assistant. And Becky has been filling in for him for the past week or so. Daniel had been gone with a nasty and very contagious bug, and stomach virus. Olivia was a bit of a hypochondriac, and couldn't stand being around anyone who was sick and contagious. So whenever any of her employees got just a little bit sick, Olivia made them take paid time off until they weren't sick anymore. But today, Ty was coming back to work, and Olivia couldn't be more grateful. She was this close to snapping Becky's neck.
After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Liv did her make up and picked out her clothes. She chose a pair of red dress pants that fit her perfectly, with a plain white tank. And she completed her outfit with a white blazer, with a colorful floral design. She wore gold pearl earrings and gold watch, with grabbed her nude red bottom pumps. She kept her hair in the rollers, keeping them in until she was about to go out the door. She was running a little behind schedule, so she was going to make a quick breakfast before heading out the door.
She put some croissants in the oven to bake, and took out some fruit to cut up for a fruit salad. She put her iPod in the home speaker and put it on Pandora.
Junior walked into the kitchen a while later, and stood and watched Olivia dancing and singing to a song on her iPod, while she made breakfast. She hadn't noticed him yet, so stood by the entrance and quietly watched.
"Each morning I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet. Take a look in the mirror and cry, Lord what you doing to me. I spin on my heels and believe in you, but I just can't get no release Lord, somebody, oh somebody. Can anybody find me somebody to love?"
"Well that's depressing." Junior said, finally announcing his presence.
"It's not depressing, I like that song. Anyway, shouldn't you be gone already? Daddy said he wanted you at the vineyard today."
"I am, but can I eat first?"
"I didn't cook today, other than these croissants and they're from a can, enjoy. I have to go, I'm late." Olivia put two croissants drizzled with honey and some fruit in a plastic Tupperware container.
"When are you never late for something?"
Olivia smacked the back of junior's head, as she put on her shoes and took out the last of her curler from her hair. She was going for a short wavy bob look.
"Love you!" Olivia said, as she walked towards the door that led to the garage.
"Well if you love me so much how about letting me dive one of your cars today?"
"That's funny junior, you better stick to daddy's pick up or get your own car. Because you will never drive any of my cars ever again." Junior had and accident in one of Olivia's cars a year ago. He was pulling out of a parking spot, and thought the car was in drive but it was in reverse. He ran right into a pole, and just ruined the entire back exterior of her car. Liv still doesn't get how he caused so much damage with such a little distance. So still the day, she still wouldn't let him drive any of her cars. Especially not his favorite, which she happened to be driving today, her jaguar c-x 16. It was custom dark leaf green, with custom beige leather interior.
X
"Mr. Grant, you're next appointment is here." Lauren, the receptionist, poked her head in Fitz's door. He had been burying himself in his work all morning to keep his mind from wondering off. All day, a million thoughts had been running through his mind, and he could barely focus on anything. "Mr. Grant?" Lauren said, when Fitz didn't answer, he didn't even look up from his paperwork.
"Yes, thank you Lauren. Please show her back to um… the uh, next available exam room please."
Lauren smiled, "Yes sir."
"Lauren before you go, what's the patients name?"
"Jazmine Foresmith sir, I'll put her in room two."
"Thank you Lauren." Fitz took a sip of his water, and took a moment to himself before he went to Ms. Foresmith's exam room.
"Knock knock." Fitz said, before he walked into the exam room. "Hello Ms. Foresmith, I'm doctor Grant." He was taken back by the kid sitting on his exam table. He hadn't really looked at her age on the chart, but he was assuming she was an adult. The girl laying on her back with her feet propped up on the table reading a Seventeen Magazine, popping her chewing gum was not what he expected.
"Hey, what's up doc? And you can just call me Jazmine, I hate Foresmith. I got called foreskin for two years straight in middle school. That is until Dick Johnson transferred to our school. After that I was pretty much in the clear."
Fitz chuckled, "Jazmine it is." Fitz went to the sink to quickly wash his hands, before he set up the machine for an ultrasound.
"I've seen you in your TV commercials for this place. First off, this place looks super fancy and I have no idea how my insurance is paying for this. And secondly, I thought you were like a kid surgeon or something."
"I am a pediatric surgeon yes, but I am also certified as an OB/GYN."
Jazmine shrugged, "Cool."
"So I see you were recommended to me by your doctor?"
"Yeah, apparently she saw something on my last ultrasound and referred me to you for a second opinion."
Fitz found her calm demeanor a little odd yet refreshing. Normally if he had a mother in here, and he told her he found something on her ultrasound, she'd be beside herself in worry. He was glad she wasn't freaking out on him though, because it was most likely nothing, and she didn't need to worry over nothing.
"So I see your due date is coming up pretty soon." Fitz put the chart down, and had Jazmine pull her shirt up.
"Yes it is, and I swear I can't wait to pop this kid out."
"You say that now, but you won't believe how many mothers have said that to me. Then when the baby gets here and they have to wake up for those two o'clock feedings wish they could put the baby right back in their uterus." Fitz squeezed some gel on her stomach, and put the wand onto her belly.
"You don't have to worry about me saying that. I'm giving this one up for adoption, so the feedings will not be my problem."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
"No it's cool, it doesn't bother me. This kid is gonna have a better life than I could even dream about giving to it. This lady is loaded, like filthy rich. But she's not like stuck up and snobby about it, like most rich people are. I mean she has her moments, like you should have seen the way she was looking at my grandma's floral couch. But I'll give her that one, because that thing is a real eyesore." Jazmine shifted a little, the baby had started to move, as Fitz moved the wand around her stomach.
"Anyway, I googled her, and she's this doctor but like a psycho doctor for the crazies which I think is totally cool now. Because if I get to have her shoes and closet on a crazy doctor salary, then sign me up pronto." Fitz just let her keep rambling on, as he looked at the screen. She made him laugh, she reminded him of a lot of his teenage female patients. "She also has like a share in her dad's business and he has this big house in the valley, it's insane. I want her to adopt me too, it is so unfair."
When Jazmine finally stopped Talking, Fitz spoke. He hadn't been listening to her rambling, but caught bits and pieces. "So I'm happy to inform you that there is nothing life threatening on your ultrasound. Your baby is just breech."
"Is that like when the butt comes first?"
"Yes, your baby has turned around in the womb. It's manageable and not something to get overly concerned about, but it's not ideal. It's just safer and best that the baby be delivered head first."
"But I can still push it out right?"
"Yes you can, which is why I think your doctor recommended you to me. I've had a good success delivering breech kids vaginally. And while most doctors would schedule a cesarean, I won't unless it is absolutely necessary."
"I don't want a cesar or whatever you just said. I want to push it out."
"I understand that, and I am willing to help you achieve that, up to a certain point. If you start to have complications as a result from this I will schedule a cesarean. If the baby goes into distress I will schedule a cesarean. And if you go past your due date, I will schedule a cesarean."
"Isn't there like some weird yoga positions or like some exercise positions I can do to turn the baby back around."
Fitz laughed, he thought all that crap was hocus pocus bullshit. "There are some articles online that offer alternative methods. I don't recommend it to my patients, but you are more than welcome to try it on your own. But there is always the possibility that the baby will just shift and correct itself, we just have to wait and see."
"Cool beans. So I'm good to go now?"
"One last thing. I need you to take it easy. You're due date is practically around the corner, but your blood pressure is still too high. Now it's not only a concern for you, but it could put the baby in distress. So if you don't think you can settle down, and I need to put you on strict bed rest tell me now."
"I'll take it easy I promise."
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"Ms. Pope." Ashley stood up from her desk, the minute to elevator dinged and Olivia got off. However, Olivia didn't stop when Ashley called her name. She just kept walking to her office, while scrolling through her messages on her phone. Ashley had to leave her desk and follow Olivia down the hall. "There was a man who came to see you not too long ago but he didn't have an appointment."
"Well I hope you sent him away and told him to make an appointment. I don't do walk-ins you know that, I'm far too busy."
"Yes ma'am I tried, but he was very persistent. Then he showed me his badge."
Olivia stopped walking. "A cop? You let a cop into my office?"
"No ma'am, I put him in your waiting area with Daniel." All of the offices were together, except for Olivia's. Her office was down a separate hall, with its own waiting room. Her clients preferred it that way. And so did Olivia, especially since her cases were a lot more sensitive than the other doctors.
As soon as Olivia opened the door to her waiting area, two men stood to their feet. One was in an all black suit. He had a fresh clean shave and his hair was perfectly gelled. Olivia would find the man handsome, if it weren't for his lizard green eyes making her uncomfortable. She didn't know what it was, but something was off with him. Anyway, she figured he was the Officer compared to the other guy, plus she vaguely remembered him from somewhere.
Before the Officer could speak, however, the other man in the waiting room stood and spoke. He was the complete opposite of the guy in the suit. This man was wearing flip flops, dirty jeans with holes at the knees, and a shirt that read FemaleBody Inspector. His shoulder length hair was greasy, as if it hadn't been washed in weeks maybe months. He certainly wasn't the Officer of the two.
"Are you Ms. Pope?" The man asked.
Olivia looked him up and down, her eyes still hidden behind her dark shades. "Who's asking?"
"Dennis Macintosh, and you're the cunt who told my fiancé, Jennifer, to leave me."
Fiancé? She got engaged to this asshole? What the hell is she thinking? Wait, hold on, did he just call me a cunt?
"Daniel call security and have Mr. Macintosh shown to the door."
"Yes ma'am." Daniel responded, and picked up his desk phone. Olivia was about to walk back into her office, when Dennis grabbed her arm.
Olivia quickly snatched her arm from his grasp. From the corner of her eye, she could see the Officer walking towards them. She put up her hand, to keep him away. "Do you have a problem Mr. Macintosh?"
"Yes, I want you to stay away from Jennifer. Every time she comes here, she starts talking crazy. And you keep putting in in her head that I'm abusing her. You keep telling her I'm a bad, guy and you keep making her leave me."
"I haven't made her do anything sir, nor have I put anything in her head. You are an abuser-"
"I have never touched her!" Dennis walked up on her, and this time Officer Ballard didn't stay put. He walked over to the two, and put himself between Olivia and Dennis.
"You need to calm down buddy." Just then security walked in the waiting room. Two big, burly men in black suits and ear pieces.
"You're late." Olivia said in an icy tone. "That time needs to be cut in half. Please escort Mr. Macintosh out of my building."
"Yes ma'am." They replied in unison and bother gripped one of Dennis's arms. "Time to go pal."
"This isn't over." Dennis grumbled before the two security men took him out of the room.
"Daniel I don't want him on the sidewalk yet alone in this building."
"Yes ma'am I will alert security."
"And tell Ashley not to let anyone else back here without an appointment, including law enforcement. Which means you." She pointed to the officer. "What do you want?"
Jake was taken back. He wasn't use to people, civilians, talking to him like this. Normally his badge got him instant respect. "I'm Officer Ballard-"
"Yeah, I got that what do you want?" Olivia walked off into her office, leaving the door opened for Jake to come in. "And please don't flash me your badge, because honestly I couldn't care less about it right now. It's a badge not an appointment slip, which means you are currently wasting my time and that is something I do not appreciate."
"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced."
"You have five minutes Officer Ballard, then I need you to leave my office." Jake raised his eyebrows at her. "I'm not having a very good morning."
"I understand that Ms. Pope." Jake sat down in the sliver and white plush desk chair in front of Olivia. I just need a few moments of you time to talk about Peter Walters."
"What about Mr. Walters?" Olivia opened one of the Chick-o-sticks on her desk and popped it in her mouth.
"He is a client of yours correct." Jake opened the notepad he had in his breast pocket.
"I'll confirm that Mr. Walters is a client of mine, but beyond that I'm afraid is privileged information."
"What exactly were you treating Mr. Walters for?"
"Again Officer that is privilege information. I'm sure you understand, that I took an oath to protect my patient's privacy."
"This is an investigation ma'am."
"What exactly are you investigating? Peter was just scared and frightened when he locked himself into that bathroom. It was a public bathroom, so he wasn't trespassing nor did he harm anyone. So what is there to investigate?"
"The blood that was on Mr. Walters's hands and clothes; really everywhere. It was tested and came back positive for human blood and Mr. Walters was not that human." Jake pulled a picture from his jacket pocket. "Do you know this man?"
Olivia took the picture. It was a mugshot of an older man maybe in his late thirties, early forties. He had black shaggy hair, a large beard and the coldest dark eyes Olivia had ever seen. "No, should I?"
"That man is Geoffrey Owen two years ago." Jake pulled out another picture. "This is Mr. Owen now." It was a crime scene photo of Geoffrey all blooded and bruised with his head bashed in. "His body was found by a homeless man behind a Denny's building in the dumpster. He was beaten with a blunt object, stripped naked and left in that dumpster. We found his belongings about a block away, clothes ripped and torn, ID was still in his wallet but his money and credit cards were all missing."
"You can't possibly think Peter had anything to do with this?"
"Right now all I do is follow the facts, and right now the facts are leading me right to Mr. Walters." Jake said smugly, leaning back in his chair. "Owen's blood was all over this guy, you can't say that is just a coincidence. Maybe he just fell into a pool of random blood."
"Peter has never been violent before. He doesn't even leave his apartment, he's too paranoid. Peter thinks that everyone is the enemy, that everyone is out to get him. He thinks the FBI and CIA have spies all over, and their part of some conspiracy to take over everyone's minds using radioactive waves from space. He doesn't even have a phone or a TV, only a battery operated radio."
"Sounds like a real nut job." Jake laughed.
"Watch it. He's sick, he has a mental disorder and he can't help it."
"Well mental disorder or not, he's still a suspect in this murder investigation."
"That dumpster where you found that guy is half an hour from where Peter lives. He would have never ventured that far away from his apartment. He only leaves his apartment on Saturday mornings for doughnut holes."
"Doughnut holes?"
"Peter loves them, and every Saturday Mr. Hamid makes a fresh batch of cinnamon doughnut holes just for Peter. That is the only time he leaves. His mother has a service deliver his groceries and she pays all his bills for him."
"Well that was all interesting to know, but that still doesn't explain how he got Geoffrey Owen's blood was all over him."
"I don't know."
"Of course not, because I'm the Officer here. And it's my job to find out, so I need his files."
"Well you're not getting them and I think its time you leave." Olivia stood up from her desk and opened her office door.
"I can get a court order for those patient files." Jake said, as he came to stand next to her by the door.
"Do your best Officer Ballard. Daniel, please show Officer Ballard to the door."
"I can see myself out. See you around Olivia."
After Officer Ballard left, Olivia went back and slumped into her desk chair. This day was really starting off with a horrible morning.
"Boss lady." Daniel said, coming into her office. He saw her slumped in her chair, with a nasty look on her face. "Oh honey, how can you be so glum in that outfit?"
"Please Danny, we all know I look good. Stop kissing up."
"With your ass, I don't mind."
Olivia smiled for the first time since walking into the building. "I missed you Danny boy. I was one more day from strangling that Becky twit. That is the very last time I use that temp agency, and I will be writing a strongly worded letter to the company."
"That bad?" Daniel asked, going around Olivia office and tiding up. He put away her purse, organized her mail and papers on her desk.
"The absolute worse. You are to never leave me again." Olivia clapped her hands together. "Alright, now to work. What's my day looking like?"
"Well your morning meeting with the other doctors has been postponed since you were running late."
"Shit, I forgot all about that." Olivia got up from her desk and headed out the door.
"Also a Ms. Hannigan called for you while you were meeting with that cop. She asked for you to call her at your convenience."
"From now on make sure to put all her calls through to me as long as I'm not with a patient. And I need you to get Ms. Walters on the phone, tell her I need to speak with her regarding her son, and I prefer to do it in person. Then have everyone meet me in the conference room in five."
"I'll call her, and I already notified the other doctors you have come in. Your meeting can only last about twenty minutes, because your first appointment is scheduled for a half hour from now with the patient over in the psych ward at the hospital."
"Thank you Danny, I am so glad you're back." Olivia was just about to walk into the conference room when Danny stopped her.
"There's one more thing."
"What?"
"Your ex-husband keeps calling the office."
Olivia froze. "What?"
"Fitz keeps calling my desk number, he doesn't know your extension number since you changed it. So he just keeps calling my desk. He even called before office hours, thinking you might already be here."
"So what does he want?"
"He wouldn't tell me. He just said that he needed to speak with you and to have you call him back."
She had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. She knew exactly what Fitz wanted. She had spent the entire night up, thinking about it. Their kiss, or kisses she should say. She hadn't missed the phone calls he made to her phone, or the many text messages he sent her asking for her to call him. She actively ignored them, and ignored him all together. She wasn't ready to talk to him, what would she even say? What does one say in a situation such as this one? Olivia was conflicted and frustrated, with herself, the situation, and her inability to solve her own problems. This is what she did for a living, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out her own shit.
"Danny please tell him I'm either in a meeting or I'm with a patient the next time he calls." I am not prepared for this today.
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