AN: WOW! A new record has been set for me since I've started writing fanfiction. 65 reviews on a single chapter? That has never happened to me before and I appreciate you all for taking the time to leave one. This story was initially only going to be a one shot but I guess you all demanded more and I obliged. :) Now, that you've spoiled me with such a plethora of reviews, please keep them coming. BTW, I won't be able to update frequently because school and work keeps me very busy. Thanks for understanding. Enjoy!

The four days flew by so quickly and before she knew it, it was time to leave. As she pulled her small carryon behind her through the bustling airport, crowded with workers, passengers, family members and friends who were there to see them off, she reflected on the last four days. She had to say things took a turn for the better after the first night in the States. She met some very interesting people at the conference, building rapport and further expanding her professional database. One of the people she'd form a quick bond with was a sweet, charismatic woman named Sharise London with a beautiful kinky-curly Afro. Olivia was surprised that she actually wore her natural hair out as many black women kept their hair chemically relaxed unless it was the "acceptable" kind of curly. But she was informed about the natural hair movement that was currently arising in New York City. It left her knowledgeable when Sharise shared her thoughts on the matter. Olivia wore her hair relaxed for as long as she could remember and found the tidbit refreshing, happy to learn that black women were embracing their natural hair and encouraging other sistas to be proud of it. Sharise was eccentric and compassionate; qualities that make her stand out in the crowd. She was someone you wanted on your team. She worked primarily with domestic projects in the inner cities. The two ladies had exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, promising to keep in contact and Olivia swore to God that she would. Not everyday you meet people you actually click with. Last night Sharise had invited her out for drinks to commemorate the four-day conference and new friendships. The night was really fun; they visited a swanky jazz bar in Brooklyn. Olivia could say she had a really good time and a slight headache from too much alcohol she consumed, which wasn't a frequent occurrence but she had no regrets.

The security check line was entirely too long but luckily she had over 2 hours to spare before her flight was ready. She didn't have to check in any luggage and had already printed her boarding pass. Close to twenty minutes later she was on the other side of the airport. The first stop Olivia made was to a candy store that sold American traditional goodies that she liked to indulge in but couldn't find in England. After shopping her fill she made her way to the ladies room for a pit stop. Suitcase stood erect next to her and bag of goodies securely hooked around its handles as she washed her hands in the sink. She stared at her reflection in the rectangular shaped mirror with specks of water stains at the bottom. Her hair was pulled back in a low bun and she was wearing her glasses today instead of contacts. They were a stylish pair of red rounded cat eye frame that she only wore once in a while, even though she really liked its chic look. Her white button up shirt, black jeans and red ballet flats complemented it nicely. After reapplying her neutral shade lipstick to her pouty lips she left the restroom. The next stop she made was to the Five Guys restaurant she saw in the distance; it was one of her favorite fast food restaurant growing up. She ordered herself a little bacon cheeseburger after the family of five had finally placed their order.

Approximately ten minutes later her number was called and she went up to the counter for her burger before claiming a small table in the center. Olivia was midway eating her juicy burger, enjoying the greasy decadence that was not a frequent meal choice. It was actually pretty rare that she ate fast food as she tried to eat healthily. She was about to pop a fry into her mouth when she felt a heavy presence come over her. Someone was staring at her strongly from her right side but she couldn't see them through her peripheral view. She tried to ignore them but the feeling intensified as the seconds ticked away, so she succumbed and turned her head to look. And when she did her eyes fell upon clear blue eyes from across the room. A gasp immediately left her mouth as she stared in disbelief. It was him. A look of familiarity took over his countenance and she watched as he quickly got up from his seat at the table and strode purposefully towards her.

Olivia felt her heart hammering in her chest as she stared at him. He looked so different; he was taller and handsomer than she remembered. His body filled out nicely in the navy blue long sleeve shirt with the word NAVY in white lettering across his taut chest and dark blue jeans. His hair was a lot shorter than she remembered. She was speechless as he came to a stop in front of her. He didn't wait for her to stand as he scooped her up in his arms and crushed her body into his, as though so much time hadn't passed between them. He held her the way he once did and she surrendered to his embrace, fighting the tears behind her eyelids. She was so incredibly emotional and feared she would breakdown in his arms at any moment.

"Wow," Fitz uttered in disbelief as he held Olivia at arms length. "I kept saying to myself that the women across the room looked like Olivia but I wasn't sure. It wasn't until you looked at me that I was sure it was you. Wow." His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he brought close for another bear hug. He didn't want to let her go, she still fit perfectly in my arms, he thought.

"Hi," Olivia murmured against his chest, she had no other words to say. So she said the simplest form of greeting that conveyed so much.

"I can't believe it's you," Fitz repeated, squeezing her tighter as if to fuse her into his body, morphing them together.

For an eternity they stood in the middle of the airport's food court in a tight embrace before finally pulling apart. Fitz excused himself for a brief moment to gather his belongings and food from the table he was seated at. The burger was now cold but he didn't care for it anymore. He was full on happiness; someone he thought he would never see again was sitting across from him.

With a dazzling smile on his face he asked, "how have you been?"

"Good."

Her monotonous answer didn't put him off as he studied her face. She was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her. She hadn't grown much in height but her body had filled out nicely in all the right places, she looked womanly. He quickly scanned her left hand lying pliant on the table for a wedding ring and found none. It made him smile internally, even though he didn't know why that mattered. It wasn't like if seeing her today would somehow bring them back together. He had moved on and she probably had, as well. The thought made his smile falter and a melancholy feeling took over him as he remembered the last time they saw each other. He really believed that she was it for him and one day would be Mrs. Grant but alas life has a way of happening without the things you wanted the most.

Olivia saw his smile falter and she internally chastised herself for her lack of an expansive response. But she couldn't speak when so many emotions were coursing through her body and were all boiling to the surface, fighting for dominance. Life was too cruel, she thought as she noticed the wedding band on his third finger.

She pulled herself out of her own musings and asked, "How about you?" It took everything within her to even form the words and even more to look him in the eyes.

He nodded and gave her a small smile before answering. "I've been good."

Olivia smiled wanly and continued to look him in the eyes. For several seconds they stared at each other in silence, no words could express what they both felt as their eyes communicated their pain, sorrow and regret.

"I still think about you," Fitz confessed softly, his eyes never leaving her.

Olivia bit her lips and turned away, quickly wiping the escape tear that fell on her plump cheek with the back of her hand. It shouldn't hurt so much… Ten years was a long time to get over someone, right? It shouldn't hurt so much was all she kept telling herself.

"Fitz…" her voice barely above a whisper. It was the first time she spoke his name aloud in years.

Fitz exhaled loudly and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that but I just wanted you to know," he explained quickly. Olivia noticed he still had the habit of running his fingers through his hair when frustrated and it made her smile a bit. Somewhere in this hunk of a man was still her Fitzy. She mused.

This is the last call for flight 405 from New York to Houston, Texas. Passengers, please board the plane immediately. I repeat, this is the last call for flight 405 New York to Houston.

The announcement through the PA system got Fitz' attention as it was his flight. Initially he was only going to grab something to eat and board the flight but that all changed when his eyes landed on his first love.

He started gathering his left over food as he spoke, "Uh…that's my flight." He paused when he noticed her shoulder dropped in disappointment. "…Can we exchange numbers?" he asked boldly, hoping that she wouldn't have a problem with it.

Olivia bit her bottom lip in hesitation before voicing, "I don't know if that's a good idea." She truthfully didn't. What good would come out of them interacting with each other further than they have today? She could only sense hurt, mainly on her part. She didn't want to hear about him being happy with his wife and kid. God! Why is this happening to me? She cried internally.

"Come on Livvie…" Fitz implored, giving her his signature smirk. Her heart leaped when he called her by his special nickname he'd given her. She looked at him and a small cautious smile finally formed on her lips. How could she say no to him? Without further thought she reached inside of her handbag and withdrew a business card from the side pocket and a pen before scribbling her cell phone number onto the back.

The flight attendant interrupted them again over the PA system, saying that gate 24 was about to close for flight 405. Fitz needed to hurry before he missed his flight.

"I'll call you and I'll give you my number then," he said, realizing he didn't have time to write down his phone number and he didn't carry business cards with him.

"Ok," She returned, also standing to her feet.

"I'm sorry I have to go right now or else I'll miss my flight. I'll call you as soon as I can." He strode around the table to her side.

"That's ok, I understand." She looked up at his towering figure, making her feel smaller in stature.

"You were always understanding," he mumbled under his breath but she caught it. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly before pulling back to study her face. Fitz leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on her right cheek that left her blushing. It was such a simple and sweet gesture.

"I promise to call you." He licked his bottom lip sensually. "Good bye for now, Livvie."

Olivia gave him another shy smile. "Good bye, Fitz."

"For now…" he added confidently before turning away and retreating from her. When he was a foot away he looked back and gave her another dazzling smile before speeding off to gate 24.

Olivia stood there feeling like her life had just turned upside down from the brief encounter. She was left feeling hopeful…

AN: I know you guys are all wondering whether or not Fitz is married, all I will say is, I do not write cheating stories. Hope that's enough of an assurance for you :). In the meantime, what you all think? Please leave those awesome reviews. Truly appreciate them.

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