Chapter 37

Olivia was staring at the flat screen in front of her. She was prepared and she hoped ready to go on live with Deborah Hanson, the political analyst from WBCC. Right now, she was calm, as calm as she could be. She felt Vivian's hands rub her shoulders.

"You've got this Liv, trust me, you've got this." Liv gave a pat to Vivian's hand as she heard her give instructions to some intern on the set. "Ok, yes, we heard, 30 minutes." Vivian turned back to Liv.

"You hear that, thirty minutes. Try to relax, ok. I'm going to get the pictures Erin sent over printed for the screen. The whole state wants to see that little Fitz you're raising."

When Vivian walked away, Liv heard quiet, but still stared at the screen. Deborah was talking now, and a side picture of the ammunition found burned in Dez's warehouse was lined up next to her.

The screen switched to Fitz's attorney general and the head of the California Bureau of Firearms. Liv didn't need volume to hear what they were saying, she knew all about the fire two weeks ago. It was a victory for Fitz, but Huck had fallen under the radar even more, and Liv was beginning to worry about him.

The camera switched again to the burning building. Two weeks ago, the gun warehouse suspiciously burned down, taking with it 400 plus automatic rifles, approximately 600 handguns, 1700 grenades, and millions of rounds of ammunition. That was just what the firefighters were able to salvage.

Fitz had been gone almost round the clock and now she was on the final three days of a two-week absence from her husband. It was tearing at her insides; how much she missed him. He was dividing his time from the state trips to DC and back again.

Big Gerry was being very spiteful in putting Fitz's gun bill to the Senate floor. Now with the gun factory going down like it did, Big Gerry was under more pressure and Fitz was going to DC to push him along.

Liv wanted nothing to do with being on television. She had done four podcasts already, but they were mainly about the abuse of women in this country and the ignorance surrounding it. Most of it was making women aware the Abby Whelan Fund for Abused Women was available. For the Sacramento area, a new shelter was being built to assist with the crowding of the current one.

This interview was very different, and Liv could feel the butterflies going around in her stomach. She thought back to the last night with Fitz before he left for DC.

"Livvie, when did this happen?" Fitz came into the room after being away for three nights, looking into the crib. "He's sitting up, on his own." Fitz looked at his son who smiled his two tooth grin and made some humming sounds.

Liv looked over leaving the computer screen and saw Grant, sitting up in the middle of the crib, his tiny hands, palms down balancing him. "Ha, look at you, rascal, you waited for daddy to come home to do that."

Liv gave Fitz a greeting kiss and said, "don't be fooled, Grant knew what he was doing all along. I've been sitting him up and he kept tilting and falling back over. Now he sees his daddy and he's what, little sitter upper." Liv poked her finger through the crib and poked his belly.

Grant gave a giggle and fell over but used his hands to sit back up again. Fitz raised his eyebrows and looked at Liv, "I don't know, mommy, he looks like a sit up pro right now." Fitz leaned in and gave Grant a kiss on his tiny head and handed him his favorite cloth toy book.

Now Grant went to his back and was looking at the book, bringing it to his mouth occasionally. He was content hearing his parents' voices in the background.

"I don't want you to go." Liv pouted, putting her head down. "I have to do the interview alone now."

Fitz pulled her to him, kissing her forehead. "I know, but you'll do fine." He put his arms around his wife, moving her computer off the bed keeping her in the hug. He was leaving tomorrow to meet with the Bureau of Firearms and Attorney General, then off to DC.

"Just promise me you won't stay at the duplex." Fitz was still shaken up by the bomb threat even after the service found it wasn't from his father at all. The burner phone was placed outside Gerry's residence, and it was cleared that Gerry was on his regular cell phone at the time the threat came in.

"Why won't you tell me why I can't go to the duplex? Most of the podcasts are from that area and the interview will be three blocks up, come on Fitz. I am a wreck already to have to do this interview by myself."

Grant began to cry a bit, a small hunger cry and Fitz looked over at him. "Do you want to breast feed, or do you have a bottle?"

"There's a bottle over there, you can feed him since this will be your last night for a while." She watched Grant raise his arms to his father and Fitz put him in his arms. Grant reached for the bottle and both his hands guided it to his mouth. Liv wouldn't say it, but Grant didn't need Fitz's strong hold on the bottle any longer.

Within ten minutes, Grant was asleep in his father's arms, and Liv gave him a small kiss on his forehead as Fitz brought him to the nursery. He crawled back on the bed with Liv who leaned her head over and put it on his shoulder.

"Hey Liv, you're on in fifteen, look at the pictures of Grant and pick five for the screen. They'll be shown when you're talking about him. Be right back, have to go check the lighting." Viv was off again.

Liv looked down at the ten pictures she was handed. There was her pride and joy. Her mini Guv, as the state was now calling him. The more mature his face was getting, the more he was the spitting image of Fitz.

Liv rubbed her hand over the picture. She chose the five to be shown, took a deep breath and put them off to the side into separated piles. One of the pictures she kept out and put it in her purse. She didn't want this one to fall into the wrong hands.

Even though there was a copy of it out there, how else would the network have gotten it, Liv hid it deep in her purse. It was one of Gerry, Fitz, and Grant that Gerry very sneakily had snapped at the governor's office one day.

Liv made sure to pick the one with the three of them. It was taken the day before Grant turned six months. Erin watched as Fitz and Liv sat with Grant, playing with a toy and reading a book.

Grant was on Fitz's lap as Liv sat next to him on the couch. Fitz had a book opened, and Liv's head was on Fitz's shoulder. She smiled when she saw Erin with the camera and so did Grant, on instinct. She wondered how many pictures a day Erin took of Grant.

Fitz looked up also, all three with a synchronized smile, and the picture now in Liv's hand was taken. With the book in the snapshot, it held a piece of Emma. Emma would read to Fitz all the time as a baby, this came from MiMi after she saw the picture.

Liv looked at the picture one last time, her man's sexy smile and sighed, putting the picture in the pile, she thought about their talk on the last night, and who could forget how he calmed her nerves.

"You know Deborah Hanson is one of the few political personalities that I happen to like. She's fair, not very insulting, and she has been a friend of mine since my mayoral days. She used to work for the local Santa Barbara station. I was on several times with her. You'll be great, Liv." He kissed her softly on her shoulder as she cuddled closer to him.

"I just don't like talking about us as a couple, about our private life. I don't want Grant out there too much."

"I know, but it's the chance we took when we introduced him at the mayor's ball. We can keep him out of the public eye as much as we want. We control the narrative on that." Fitz sat up now and looked at her. He leaned in and kissed her. "Don't worry. Besides the state loves you already for all your work with the women. It's going to be a while to break down the walls of domestic violence against women, but you're pounding at the wall and breaking it piece by piece." With that, his lips unexpectedly landed on hers and he began massaging her thigh, bringing his hand up to her breast and back down again to her thigh.

"Now, enough about Deborah Hanson, I won't be in you for two weeks, and I need to get my fill before tomorrow. Besides I can feel how tense you are. Let me calm you down."

"Fitz." Liv whispered, but it was too late. His head was already down between her legs, and she felt his warm breath on her clit as his hands came to her inner thighs. Using the point of his tongue and his hands, at the same time, he pushed her legs open as the tip of his magical tongue circled the top of her clit.

Liv's hips went up slightly, she was too weak to push further up, and her breathing got a bit rapid. She licked her lips as her hand, cupped on her knee, actually spread the leg wider. Fitz didn't disappoint as he cupped her hips and pulled her closer.

Feeling the warmth of his tongue now go into her entry, she felt the tension being released from her body as she pushed forward, moaning with his every thrust of the tongue. Her head went from one side to the other, her teeth biting her bottom lip as her man gently entered his tongue in and out of her, taking her body to an extremely weak level.

When his fingers of his right hand, preferably his thumb, began up and down movements on the top of her clit, synchronized with the tongue thrusts, Liv's body lost any control she could have had.

Her hand palmed his forehead as her body thrusted up and she pushed his forehead away from her weakening bottom. He watched as her body hit the climax, her eyes closed, hand over her breast, as her chest went up momentarily, and released itself back down.

As she was about to turn her head to look at him, she felt another rush as his erected cock wasted no time and he was already penetrating her, bringing his head down so his lips could cover hers.

As his body movements were slow, as if he was savoring every moment in her, she rubbed his back, still not fully strong enough to do much of anything else. "Governor," she whispered, "you're."

"So fucking in love with you." Fitz didn't let her finish, and he watched as her body could nothing against his pumping into her. He saw her hands, arms, just go up in defeat over her head.

His tongue, that fucking magic tongue again, circled her nipple, as her body stretched out, and went up in climax once again. "Fuck, Fitz, I can't."

He held her now, his big hands on the curves of her body and pulled her into him. The thought of not being with her overwhelmed him, and he gave a final push, falling slowly down, coming into his wife, as her hands just went around his shoulder blades as he breathed heavily into her chest.

"I hope that calmed you down a bit. You'll." He kissed her breast. "Do." He kissed her neck. "Fine." He kissed her cheek, and she cupped his face, keeping him there, kissing his lips.

"Thank you, Fitz. You make me feel so good, all the time." She caressed his curls as he got up to take a shower.

"Mrs. Grant, you're on in one minute." The voice brought Liv back to the studio and she jumped up.

"Whoa." Viv said, "relax, you've got this." It was Vivian talking, but Fitz's voice playing in her ears.

Liv shook her head, "I know." She handed Vivian the pictures. "Have them put them up in that order, please."

Liv turned toward the well lighted stage as she heard Deborah's voice a bit louder now. "She took the state by surprise, and I think it's safe to say the state loved it. This next guest landed the most eligible politician, and they are now raising a baby boy, the very replica of his father. Please welcome, the First Lady of California, the beautiful little secret Governor Grant kept from us, Mrs. Olivia Pope Grant."

Liv smiled, gleaming honestly, and sat down across from Deborah and took a deep breath. She hated talking about her private life, but here she was, in front of millions, ready to tell the story only a few of her close loved ones knew.

The screen behind her lit up and the light of her life, Baby Grant, popped up as the first picture of him was shown. Fitz took it the morning he left two weeks ago, when Grant was sitting up all by himself. A smile for the camera, his blue eyes smiling also, and the curls, just like daddy.

"Let's start with this little heartbreaker." Deborah began.

Fitz sat in the Senator's office in Washington DC. He wanted to be in one place right now and it damn well wasn't his father's office. Gerry was stalling and it was pissing Fitz off.

Sitting, looking up at the flat screen television in front of him, Fitz was able to see what was happening on the Senate floor. First up was a vote on a bill on more security at the border. This was an issue Fitz was facing, and he was indeed interested to hear the debate.

Senator Wright from Arizona introduced the bill, and Fitz began to listen to her reasons why it should be supported and passed, but suddenly her voice became a distant background sound.

Fitz was back in California, of course in his thoughts, back to the last night with Olivia. The first sight he could see as the flat screen became a blur was his son sitting up smiling with his two teeth at his father.

Liv wouldn't admit it, but he knew she was aware Grant was sitting up. He smiled as he heard her say he must be doing it because daddy was there. Fitz didn't want to miss milestones in Grant's life, and Liv made sure he was part of it, even if he wasn't the first to witness it she would make him feel like he was.

Being away for two weeks kicked in, and he felt a need for Olivia, a want that wouldn't go away. As soon as Grant was sleeping, he couldn't wait to get back to Olivia.

As tense as Fitz was feeling being away, having to face his father, and the thought of Dez being out there with no sign of Huck, wasn't going to stop him from calming Olivia down.

After their beautiful love making, having watched his wife climax twice, he went in for a hot shower. He needed to tell Liv the reasons to stay away from the duplex. In reality, Fitz didn't think there was a threat at all, but he just wanted to be with them there. He had to tell Liv, he promised her no more secrets and Liv was becoming suspicious.

The door to Gerry's office finally opened. It was Barbara, Gerry's secretary and a fan of Fitz, not Gerry's. "Governor, your father wanted me to tell you the Senate will recess for an hour, but that won't be for another half hour. I'm sorry."

Fitz closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. Thank you Barbara." Fitz watched as Barbara closed the door, but not completely. She looked at him.

"Governor, do you have any pictures of your adorable baby. I haven't seen him since the one I saw on Gerry's phone." Barabara shrugged. "He's just so darn cute, and a mini you."

Fitz smiled with pride. He pulled his wallet out. As many pictures as he had on his phone, he was still a wallet size picture guy. "Sure do, Barbara. Here you go, this was taken just two weeks ago. He's sitting up on his own, grabbing food, feeding himself. He loves bananas, yogurt, and anything sticky." Fitz watched as Barbara put her hands to her chin, folded.

"Oh my and look at the teeth. He's going to be a knockout, Governor. You and Olivia have beautiful genes."

"Thank you. Teething was tough, but we got through it. As painful as it was for Grant, it was painful for us as well."

"Well, there's plenty more, just wait until those top ones start cutting through, and the sleepless nights when the molars come in." She gave Fitz a pat on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you're stuck here. I know the faster this is, the faster you get home to them." With that Barbara left the room and Fitz turned back to the screen.

There was Gerry, of course, battling Senator Wright about the border. "No money for more security, blah, blah." Fitz waved his hand disgusted at the screen.

"You have the money, you fucking liar. Take it out of Jax's will." Again his thoughts went back, thinking of Jax made him think of Dez and the screen became a blur again.

"Livvie, what are you doing? Don't think of it as a complaint, I thought you may want to rest." Liv stepped into the shower with him and he put his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

Liv's arms went around his waist. "I'm just going to miss you and I want all the time I can have with you." Their bodies began to just rock, slowly dancing to nothing in the warm shower.

Fitz rested his chin on her head as she leaned on his chest, rubbing his back. Fitz closed his eyes. "Livvie, the duplex may not be safe. There was a bomb threat to it the other night." He stopped as her head came back to look at him.

"Do we know who it was from?" She picked up the shampoo and put some in her hand. She began to caress it though Fitz's curls. He kept talking even though she could tell how soothing this was for him.

"At first, they thought my father, but someone planted the burner phone outside his apartment. He was cleared, the duplex was cleared." He stopped again, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair.

He brought his head back down and took the body wash. He put some in his hands and began to rub it all over Liv, beginning with her chest. "I don't like being away so long, and I have to address the oversight committee in DC and deal with my father." He turned her so her back was to him.

Continuing to lather her gorgeous body, he continued. "I know something is going down with Dez soon. My father is postponing the reading of Jax's will until we get back from DC, so that's two weeks."

"Huck will probably be silent for a bit." Liv stepped into the stream of water and rinsed off the soap.

"I think after my interview with Deborah, I'll want to go to the duplex just to relax." Liv's turn to lather her man in soap.

As Liv massaged his shoulders, lathering his back, Fitz began to talk. "I'll have it checked every night, but please listen to the security Liv, especially with Grant being there."

Liv turned his body, so they were now facing one another. She wrapped her arms back around him. "I promise, Mister, I'll behave." She looked up at him.

"Why do I still find that hard to believe?" He smiled as he kissed her, turning off the water and grabbing the towels.

Lying in the big bed, the middle occupied by only them in each other's arms, Fitz whispered, "That shower felt so good." He could feel his eyes getting heavy.

"Everything with you feels good." Liv kissed his chest and they fell asleep together.

"Son, good to see you, sorry about that, damn Wright wouldn't stop…"

"When does the oversight committee reconvene?" Fitz didn't want to hear his father's voice.

"45 minutes. They're expecting you." Gerry sat behind his desk.

"You know I have their support; this is a stall tactic from you. How much is the NRA paying you while kids die in schools, people watching movies get shot, and going to a parade causes mad chaos because of gunshots? You can't be proud of this."

"You know even if the committee has your support, yours truly puts the bill up for the vote."

"And Wallace and Markey are both strong components of it, they'll stop your games, you know that."

"How's Grant?" Gerry tried to change the subject.

"I'm going to get a bite to eat. I'll have Barbara call me when I have to face the committee."

Before Gerry could say another word, Fitz walked out the door. Gerry watched as he left and picked up a burner phone.

Dez picked up in a fury. "Are you fucking kidding me, you have the nerve to call after stalling for two weeks. My warehouse burned down, my main source of income. Get the fuck back here and get the will read BG."

"Calm down, calm down. I'm saving your ass by stalling. Fitz is here rallying the Senate to pass this gun bill. This bill gets passed you're shit out of luck."

Dez ran his hand down his face. He was looking at monitors Huck had set up for him of his three other warehouses. "Look BG, Jax trusted you with is fortune, God knows why. I want what's mine. I served him, killed for him, and was by his side, you owe me this."

"Three days, Dez, just three days."

"It better not be longer, otherwise your pretty little daughter in law gets it first while I get the little Grant boy to a secluded location." Dez hung up before Gerry could say anything.

Dez nearly fell over when he turned and Huck was staring at him, dead faced. "Jesus Christ Shag, what the fuck you trying to give me heart failure?"

Huck heard the whole last part; the threatening of Liv and Grant and it took every ounce of his being not to kill the fucker right there. "No, not heart failure Dez, you want to be a legend and die a much better death than heart failure, right.?" Huck laughed.

"You're one scary fucker, Shag. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Huck smiled again, nodding. "In Sacramento, the deal is going down. You want me there, or here?"

Dez had a big underground drug exchange going on right under the Governor's mansion basically. "Yeah, I'd like you there for this. Make sure nothing goes wrong. We need every thing we have coming to us after that fire."

"I'll be there." He handed Dez a remote. "This is for the monitors in your room only. It is focused on the tunnels the exchange will take place. I want Tomb, Lifer, and Naz with me, that ok?"

"Sure, whatever you need, Shag, you got it. Then the will is read and I'll have my empire."

Huck left not saying a word thinking of all the different ways he's going to kill Dez and how hard it's going to be to gather all his body parts.

"He is a heartbreaker isn't his Deborah?" Liv looked at the screen change to one of her and Fitz holding Grant, all three smiling, Grant's hands closed like he was clapping.

"Your pregnancy. Can we discuss that?"

Liv shrugged. "Not much to discuss. I was in New York, I had to be secluded. The Putneys, specifically Charles Putney wanted me dead. I had to keep the pregnancy under wraps while Fitz was on the campaign trail."

"History with them, I understand. Charles was up for murder charges for your sister?"

"Yes, he killed her, not allegedly, he killed her, and he wanted me stopped before I could argue in her defense. He attacked me while pregnant, Fitz, the soon to be Governor was campaigning and I couldn't get a hold of him without danger to me and his unborn son."

"Then you risked it and came back to California, what made that happen?"

"He had a right to know he was a father, he was Governor and a bit easier to get a hold of, so, here we are."

"Here we are." Deborah repeated. "A secret wedding, a handsome first son, and you, your help for domestic abused women. Tell us about that."

Liv went on about the foundation and shelter in Abby's name, continued with Fitz changing things for the better one law at a time, and spoke of the unfortunate death of Sanderson.

"For closing, what does the state of California have to look forward to for the next three years. Sanderson is gone, the Governor is set to pick a replacement, but you're running your own agenda I see."

"Yes, Governor Grant and I won't always see eye to eye, but what couple does. I believe when there comes a time for an election for Sanderson's spot, Joyce Waters will be the candidate to watch. We'll see."

"Ok, before we go, I have something to show you." Deborah smiled. "I've known Governor Grant a long time. Back in his mayoral days, when he was only 19 or 20, we had an interview. Look at this."

Liv covered her mouth, smiling, as a young, head full of curls Fitz came on the video talking to a much younger Deborah Hanson. "Mayor Grant, you're accomplishing things at full speed. What's your secret want, something not many people know about you?"

Fitz nodded his head. "Cameron and Evan always joke with me about this, but I'm serious when I say it. Fatherhood, Deborah, definitely fatherhood. If I could, I would have six kids, boys, girls, boys and girls, doesn't matter. I dream of being a father one day."

"Well, the lucky lady you meet, what if she's not a six kid type, maybe three."

"If I love her, it'll be three, as long as it's more than one. Being an only child is being a lonely child." The video stopped and Deborah looked back at Liv.

So, Mrs. Grant, are you a six or a three-child woman?" Liv was caught off guard by the question.

"Right now, we are enjoying Grant. Watching him grow each day. We'll see where the next few years take us."

"And his name? Grant Thomas Pope, he doesn't have the Grant last name to carry on."

Liv nodded. "The Governor and I spoke at length about that, and he's fine with it. It was a time I had to hide and" Liv stopped thinking back to the hotel room when they talked about naming children. "And he's aware of what had to be done, doesn't make him less of Fitz's son."

"There you have it folks. California's first lady." Deborah looked back at Liv. "Can't wait to see the power couple you two become. Thanks for being here."

"Thanks for having me."

Vivian gave Olivia the biggest hug when the interview was done. "You knocked that down. That was fan fucking tastic."

"How long until it airs? I didn't even hear."

"Two days on Primetime. Damn girl you just took doubt about your relationship with Fitz out of millions of minds. Grant didn't do too bad either for not saying a word."

As if on cue, Erin walked in behind Toby and Luther pushing Grant in his stroller. Once he saw his mother, his arms flared up, smiling, "mmm aaa"

Liv picked him up. Her only connection to Fitz for now and she held him close, kissing his chubby cheek. "Were you good for Nana?"

"Always good for Nana."

"Want to get some take out and head to the duplex?" Liv looked at Luther who called in for the sweep down. He nodded at her that it was fine.

"How did the interview go?" Erin turned to Vivian.

"Your daughter is a pro, Ms. Whelan, she's great."

Erin put her arm around Liv. "You always do me proud young lady; you know that right."

"I know." But her heart was aching, aching for Abby to be here as well. "Let's go for that takeout."

"You take your family out for a night at the movies, dinner at a local restaurant, and you're just enjoying your freedoms as an American citizen. Then, chaos, gunfire, and you look and see your ten-year-old shot dead. The same ten-year-old who just walked out of the movie theater with you. This happened two weeks ago in Santa Rosa. Gun control, background checks, the very right to purchase an illegal assault rifle taken away." Fitz stared at the Committee who was listening. He didn't think this was falling onto deaf ears.

"Every one of you is 25 times more likely to die from a gunshot here than in any other comparable financial counties. Let California lead the way in stopping this statistic. I urge you to stand with Senator Wright. Support this bill, pass it, and get it on to the Senate floor."

Fitz shook hands with everyone and was given an update. He had to head back to California. The senate there was reconvening and he had to get moving on appointing Sanderson's position. He had to leave the gun bill in the Oversight committee's hands.

He left the country's capital making it a point to not see his father. The less he saw of that man, the more his blood pressure stayed intact.

Erin had called it a night already, having gone to bed, leaving Liv to have some alone time with Grant. She sat with him and read to him. She was reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar of course, as her son laid back on his mom, drifting in and out of sleep.

Liv rubbed his head full of curls and picked him up. He slumped his head onto her shoulder. Not wanting to put him down, but having to so she could clean up the trash from dinner, she put him gently down into his gated play area.

She was in the kitchen no longer than five minutes and ready to head up to bed herself. She walked over to grab Grant and almost screamed. If she didn't think she would give Erin a heart attack, she would have screamed. Grant was gone, and Liv began looking around as if the six month old could get up and walk away.

Her heart was pounding violently in her chest. She could feel it, and it was consuming her ear drums as well. "Where the fuck?" She felt tears fill up her eyes. The thoughts running through her mind.

She pictured Alec and Luther dead in the corridor, surely, they would have protected Grant, unless they were dead. She tried to call their names, but nothing could come out of her throat. It was too tight, she could hardly breathe.

"Grant!", she said in almost a sob. From the darkness of stairwell hallway emerged a shadow, holding a baby.

"Dez, put him down, please, just take me, put him down." Liv began to walk over and saw she recognized the shadow.

"Fuck are you trying to do to me?" her body relaxed, and she took low shallow breaths. "Jesus Huck, where did you come from?"

Grant was awake now, but his head was on Huck's shoulder. He was safe, cuddled up to his uncle as if to say how much he was missed.

Huck sat on the couch. "Doesn't matter," he whispered, "I'm here for now." Liv sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm killing Dez tomorrow." There was a very long pause.

Liv couldn't believe how content Grant was in Huck's lap. He just played with Huck's hands, pulling at his fingers, trying to eat some of them. "He threatened Grant, threatened you, I heard him. He was on the phone with Fitz's father. I can't let this go on anymore. You deserve to be happy."

"Huck what are you trying to say?" Liv didn't like where this was going. "What's going on?"

"There's going to be a major drug exchange in a few hours. Then I'm back to Dez's hideout in San Diego. You'll hear it from Fitz, I don't know how much of it will make the news." Huck took a breath. "I can't wait to do it, to watch his face when he knows it's his last minute on earth." Huck kissed the top of Grant's head. Grant rested his head on Huck's chest and began to fall back asleep.

Liv lifted her head. "You better come back to me Huck." She stared at him but he wouldn't look back at her. He rested his head on Grant's and let Grant squeeze his finger. "HUCK, YOU COME BACK TO ME. I CAN'T LOSE YOU!"

They sat in silence for a bit longer. Huck put his head down and stood up, putting a sleeping Grant back into his play area. "Once Dez is gone, the whole game ends. You and him, Fitz, Erin, MiMi, you can all get back to living."

"You and I know that's far from the truth. There will always be danger out there. We will always have security breaches, there's always a risk. Please Huck, talk to me."

"Tell Erin I love her. She looks good. She looks the best she has since Abby died." Finally Huck looked at Liv, side eyed. "Look, there's no guarantees and I would love to make them, but the way I want to kill Dez, to get you out of danger, there is a risk." He rubbed her hand and left, walking right past Luther who had been the one that let him in in the first place.

Tomb saw Huck exit the Governor's duplex. He ran over to him. "Shag, what the fuck? Did you do something in there?" Huck walked on, not saying a word. "How the hell did you?" Tomb looked back not sure what Huck did in that house.

Tomb took his phone out, no doubt to report to Dez and Huck grabbed it and smashed it to pieces into the brick wall. "Naz called, you don't need to call Dez." They turned toward the underground meeting place.

Tomb walked in front and when they got to the top of the concrete stairs, Huck gave him a shove. Before Tomb hit the bottom, his neck was broken and he was dead. Before the other two, Naz and Lifer can say a word, they were reaching for their necks. In one motion, Huck had slit them both.

All three of them lay lifeless, the drug supply Dez was waiting for was secure, and Huck did what he needed to do to get it to Dez.

Huck cut himself on his arm, smeared blood onto his face and gave a small slit to his forehead. Dez had been calling him nonstop, no doubt in a panic after not hearing anything that had gone down.

It had taken Huck all night to drive back to San Diego, and now blood soaked and having Dez stare at dead monitors, he was prepared to say good bye to the biggest threat to the Grant Family.

Huck walked to the underground, Dez meeting with all his men in the room and he ran to the bloody Huck. "Shag, holy shit, what the fuck?"

"They're dead. It went down bad." He handed Dez the bags of heroin he brought with him. All the guys just sat at the table, shocked that a blood-soaked Shag could still get here with the goods.

"The rest is in the car." Huck said, pretending to struggle for breath.

"You need a medic or something." Dez tossed the bags onto the table where the guys were smiling at the big payday they were going to get.

"No, I'm good." Huck turned to go back to the car. He had a clear path to the outside. "I just need you to hold this for me."

Huck reached into his pocket. He took out the picture of Grant, his favorite picture. It was the same one Davis was holding when he died. Grant was so little compared to now. He put the picture in Dez's hands. Dez looked down at the picture then up to Huck in complete shock. "How the fuck."

"I wanted his face to be the last thing you saw alive, you fucking piece of shit."

Dez's eyes went wide and he went to reach for his weapon, but Huck was already up the stairs, heading outside and Dez was staring at the grenade "Shag" had left at his feet. Dez couldn't get a word out fast enough, and with the picture of Grant Thomas Pope in his hand, his body was blown to bits, along with every other man sitting at that table staring at three bags of heroin.

Liv was tossing in the bed that night. She couldn't shake what Huck had said to her last night. After a day shopping and talking with Erin, they were back at the duplex, not knowing a single detail of what happened 500 miles away in San Diego.

Fitz was due back tomorrow and Liv couldn't wait another minute. She was scared for Huck, scared for Erin, and with those thoughts she was scared to go to sleep. However, exhaustion overtook her body and she finally fell asleep with Grant next to her in his crib.

Fitz stared down at his gorgeous sleeping wife. He walked in, the duplex eerily quiet and did not hesitate to go upstairs, hoping to find her awake. He had just left the scene of the underground explosion. Twelve bodies believed in all, but the pieces of each one still needed to be identified, and Fitz feared the one on the stairs may have been Huck.

The back of his hand caressed his wife's cheek. He leaned over and kissed her soft lips, watching her stir a bit. Her arm went around him, and her eyes opened. She smiled and put her forehead on his chest.

She kissed him one more time and looked puzzled. "I thought you weren't back until tomorrow." She sat up and went into his lap, wrapping her arms around him.

"Liv, there's been an explosion." Fitz stopped. How could he tell her Huck may be dead?

"Ok, where?" Liv asked feeling her heart begin to pound.

"Dez's underground hideout. Every one of his men are dead, his body is in pieces, just like you said it would be."

Her heart beat faster now, and she felt that lump again. She looked at her husband right into his blue eyes. "And Huck?" She could barely get it out.

'I'm not certain, but it doesn't look promising." Fitz held her closer, as he felt her body go limp and she sobbed into his chest. It was going to be a long night and Fitz wouldn't let her go, he would hold her forever if he needed to. He began to rock her, knowing she may very well have lost her closest and dearest friend. He would be her comfort.