Olivia let out a frustrated sigh, "They've been through a lot. They may be at the point of no return too." There was a brisk and loud knock on the door. Olivia called out, "Yeah?"

Abby was on the other side of the door, "Rip wants everybody in the living room. is Quinn with you?"

Olivia quickly put some clothes on. "Yeah, she's with me. We'll be out in a minute."

Olivia, Abby, and Quinn went downstairs to join everyone in the living room. Olivia sat next to Rip and tuned into the loud argument taking place.

Nyla pointed an accusatory finger at Diesel while she screamed, "You are spineless. You left me when I needed you for a fucking mission. I'm supposed to be the person that is 'your whole world'. Tell me why you left me. Tell me the truth."

Diesel sighed, "I can't tell you because—"

"It's a matter of national security" she taunted.

Diesel was completely fed up, "I was protecting you and Liv! I left on that mission to protect the two of you."

"Protect us from what?" Nyla screamed.

Diesel looked at Rip; Rip said, "Tell them the truth. They shouldn't hear it from anybody else."

Diesel swallowed harshly, "Liv's dad, your uncle Ny, was coming for you. When Olivia and you started looking into both of your mothers' deaths, he set his plan in motion. "

Olivia, who had been very quiet prior, asked, "What plan? What are you talking about?"

Diesel looked Olivia in the eyes, "Olivia, it was intentional that your mom was on the plane that day. She had planned to take a different flight but your dad was adamant to have her on that flight. He dressed it up by saying—"

"When do you and your sister ever get the chance to be on the same flight?" Olivia finished. "Why would my father set that up?"

Diesel sat down on the other couch, "Olivia, your father ordered that plane to be shot down. Nyla's mom, your aunt, figured out what your dad truly did for a living and planned to tell her during that flight."

Olivia was confused, "What is it that my father does for a living?"

"You ever heard of B613?" Diesel asked.

Olivia lowered her head, "It's what I saved Huck from. Are you telling me that my father was a part of the organization that nearly killed Huck?"

"No Olivia. Your father runs it. Nyla's mom found out—I don't know how but she found out. She was going to tell your mother. To keep his secret safe, he ordered that the plane be shot down."

Olivia's mind was spinning, "I don't understand. How do you know she found out? How can you be sure that it was my father? Why would he choose to have innocent people killed to keep his job a secret?"

Diesel opened his hands, "My best guess was to assert his dominance and superiority. I know because she wrote a letter and mailed it to her maiden name and the house she lived in before she married Nyla's dad. When Nyla's dad asked me to handle the house, I found the letter mixed in with all the old mail that was never opened. Liv, your aunt named your father as the person who runs that organization. Killing innocent people makes it less obvious that his wife and sister-in-law were the intended targets. I'm sorry. I never wanted either of you to find out about this…especially after you worked on the Grant campaign."

Mentioning the Grant campaign piqued Abby's interest. She watched a million thoughts spread across Olivia's face. Rip cleared his throat and motioned toward Diesel. "Tell them the truth man."

Diesel sighed, "The person who shot down the plane received orders for a Black Ops mission…a mission that was set in motion by your father."

"What does that have to do with me working on the Grant campaign?" Olivia asked as she suddenly stood up and started pacing.

"The Navy pilot that was ordered to shoot down the plane was the President of the United States. Operation Remington was the mission that shot down the plane that killed your mother and aunt."

Olivia felt the bile rising and barely made it to a nearby bathroom to vomit. Abby and Quinn's mouths hung open in shock. Nyla had silent tears running down her face; she jerked when Diesel reached out to her. Rip stood up and motioned toward the hallway, "I'll go check on Bambi."

Olivia was still emptying the contents of her stomach when she felt a gentle hand pulling her hair back. She slowly got to her feet and took the offered cup of water. She looked into the mirror and saw Rip standing behind her. She turned around and folded her arms across her chest. "How long have you known?"

Rip simply stated, "Little bit after they started having problems. Diesel lost it one night and told me everything."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wasn't my place to tell you."

Olivia was pissed off, "So you pretty much know everything yet you didn't tell me?"

Rip leaned against the doorframe. "You mad because people have confided in me or that you're the last to find out that the man you love shot down a plane that killed innocent people along with your mother and aunt? Diesel is my friend…just like you are. I told him to tell the both of you but he thought that it was better to keep his mouth shut."

Olivia was shaking her head from left to right, "How can I be in love with someone who killed my mother?"

Rip walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. "You can't think about it like that."

"Why the hell not?" Olivia asked offended.

"You've never been in the military. You are trained to follow orders. We don't know the specifics he was given about that plane. You know him pretty well. Do you think that he's capable of maliciously shooting down a plane of innocent people?"

Olivia curled into Rip's chest, "I don't know who the hell he is anymore. Knowing what I know now, I don't think that I can even look at him, let alone be in the same room with him."

Rip knew that she was ignoring the elephant in the room, so he ripped the Band-Aid off. "What about your father? What do you feel about that?"

Olivia murmured, "I always knew he was an evil bastard but I didn't know that he was capable of killing my mother and aunt. Me and Nyla have wanted answers for so long—now we have them." She started to cry, "We only started looking into it because Nyla had convinced herself that it was a terrorist attack. Her being reassigned to a terrorism task force is what gave her the push to look into the crash. The fucked up part about all of this is that Nyla was right. The plane crash was an act of terrorism—domestic terrorism."

5 months later

Olivia had finally returned to D.C.; she chose to stay in Houston for 5 months…after Abby and Quinn returned home. Nyla and Diesel agreed to go into intensive couples therapy which seemed to have helped them get back on track with their relationship. Abby and Quinn ensured that OPA was busy and thriving while Olivia was away. Olivia and Rip had become closer and were—according to Nyla—well on their way to being in a relationship. After finding out the truth, Nyla and Olivia decided to look into B613 and find a way to tie her father directly to any of the crimes he had a hand in. This was something that pissed off Rip and Diesel. They were giving Olivia and Nyla leeway while also ensuring that they were being protected.

Rip had mixed feelings about her returning to D.C. He knew that Fitz would make an effort to contact her. He was more worried about how she would react to him knowing all that she knew. After she asked, he agreed to go with her to D.C. They had made a lot of progress in their relationship and they had almost become intimate more than once. Rip was doing his best to keep that distance and respect her boundaries by not pushing her into a relationship. Rip had decided to buy a ranch in Virginia. He knew Olivia wanted him to be closer to her but he didn't want to make her feel trapped, by invading her personal abode. He also knew that the President was scouting donors for his upcoming re-election. He knew that it was only a matter of time before someone from the White House came begging for him to attend some donor dinner for the President. In all honesty, Rip could care less about politics. That would be one of the biggest reasons why they would seek him out, especially since their and his arch enemy Hollis Doyle pulled out of funding the President's campaign.

Once it was figured out that he was in the D.C. area, Rip's assistant started being bombarded with phone calls and invitations to various black tie events. Rip was pulled out of his thoughts when the doorbell rang. Although she had a key, Olivia still rang the doorbell whenever she visited the ranch. Rip opened the door and stepped aside as she walked in. They had a standing 'movie night' every couple of weeks. Tonight was Olivia's pick and she chose Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He made them popcorn and went into the movie room. They watched the movie for about an hour. Rip felt goosebumps cover his body as Olivia ran her nails up and down his arm. He looked over at her—instantly drawn into the chocolate orbs—and searched her eyes for clarity. Olivia looked back at him with adoration and desire. Olivia slowly crawled over into Rip's lap. She straddled his hips and brought their foreheads together. "I don't know what I did to deserve you but I don't want to ever let you go."

Rip leaned in to rub their noses together, "You have me for as long as you want."

Olivia initiated the kiss and deepened it when he opened his mouth. Olivia moaned into Rip's mouth and ground her hips into his. She felt his arousal and felt her panties dampen. Rip rubbed his large hands up and down her thighs, giving her ample time to change her mind. When she didn't, he slowly lifted her shirt until he was able to pull it over her head. He trailed his light kisses down the column of her neck and top of her bust. Olivia moaned and pushed her chest further toward his mouth. She was so petite that one of his hands covered the expanse of her back. He felt Olivia's tiny hands tug at his shirt; he helped her remove the tight fabric from his body.

Rip pulled back slightly, "Are you sure Bambi?"

Olivia's heart burst with happiness. "I want this Rip. I want you."

Rip leaned in to kiss her full lips, nibbling on her bottom lip. Rip reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The cool air made her nipples instantly harden. Rip started to suckle on the tight buds and massaging the rest of her breasts with his large hands. Olivia's soft moans spurred him on and he lifted her body from his lap and licked a wet trail down her stomach until he reached her leggings. Rip slid one of his big hands down the back of her pants and squeezed one of her ass cheeks. Olivia moaned and tried to grind herself against him in an attempt to gain some friction. Rip pulled her leggings and panties down at the same time. Rip swiftly flipped them over and laid Olivia down on the reclining chair. Olivia parted her legs and smiled shyly at him. Rip felt himself get even harder by looking at her beautiful body. He suddenly swooped down and attached his mouth to her core. He unconsciously moaned as her taste assaulted his tongue.