"You are not resigning. I refuse to accept your resignation. You can't leave me. I'm not losing you again," Fitz said.
She's been the story. Together, they were the story at the top of the news. Everyone was talking about them. Olivia never wanted to be the story. She was a fixer, and fixing herself was never easy.
"I'm not resigning. I'll be here tomorrow. Goodbye, Mr. President," Liv said as she walked out of the Oval office. When she got in her car she knew what she had to do. Changing the headlines was the first thing to be done. Change the story to foreign policy or world hunger or anything but them. Even though everyone would want to know about the woman sleeping with the President, she had to change the topic off of her.
Fitz relaxed and finished his paperwork for the night. When he got done, he slowly made his way up to the residence taking in every part of the White House there was. He had gone to bed earlier than usual so he could at least attempt to get more sleep than he did the night before.
In the morning, Cyrus had been sitting in the Oval waiting for Fitz and Olivia to come in to get to work on the campaign tactics. He looked through the poll numbers and thought of ways to get Fitz to be a bit more popular with the people of the United States. As he took a drink from the water bottle on the table Fitz came in.
"Good morning, Fitz. I have a couple ideas to raise your status in the polls," Cyrus told him in a cheerful way.
"Sounds good, have you seen Liv yet?"
Cyrus rolled his eyes, "a little early for a quickie, Sir. She hasn't been in yet. I'm sure that Liv will be here soon. What if we sent Mellie to work with the homeless for an afternoon? Read to children? I'm sure that Jerry and Karen would be a great help there too. Make it an almost family event?"
"Talk to Jerry and Karen about it, see if they would like to. If they don't, that's it. I'm not going to pressure them. That's their mother's job, not mine."
Cyrus went to work on the arrangements for everything. Asking the children if they would like to attend. Surprisingly, they both agreed to help the homeless. Fitz was in meetings with Cyrus for a while after breakfast.
"Where's Liv? We are strategizing, she should be here by now," Fitz asked.
"I'll call her again, Sir. She's probably handling a crisis at OPA and forgot to call. I'm sure that she's fine," Cyrus told him. He called Liv's phone but it went straight to her voicemail. "Hey Liv, we're working on the campaign now. Come down to the Oval when you get half a minute to discuss things."
Throughout the day, Fitz grew more worried about Olivia. It wasn't like her not to call. He remembered what she said the day before. She would be back. Still, no one could get in touch with her. They called her home, her cell phone, and her office but no one answered. Fitz searched through the news to see if she was on it. Maybe she was handling a situation in the field? He wasn't sure where she was but he held out hope that she would call soon.
Fitz didn't sleep well that night. Every hour he woke up and checked his phone, hoping for some sort of message from her. When he couldn't get back to sleep, he decided to stay up and strategize, but it didn't matter. He could only focus on where Olivia was and what she might be doing. Fitz sat at the Resolute desk going over a bill that he was hoping to pass into law, when Cyrus came in.
"Did you hear from her?" Fitz panicked.
"No, did you?" Fitz shook his head no. "I'm sure she's fine. Her phone probably died and she misplaced her charger. I'm positive we'll hear from her today."
"Cyrus, you realize we are talking about Olivia Pope right? She carries three extra phone batteries in her purse and a spare charger in the car. Her phone is never off."
Cyrus went over towards Fitz and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Liv will be just fine. She's been taking care of herself since she was 12, she doesn't need you to take care of her. I'm sure she will contact us somehow today."
"I hope so. If she doesn't, I'm assigning her a detail, whether she likes it or not. She can't just disappear like this."
"Fitz, you sound more like a parent to her than a lover. Relax, if anyone knows Olivia Pope best, it's me. She's fine. She'll call sometime soon. Now stop worrying so we can do all of this please."
Cyrus and Fitz were in a meeting with the joint chiefs in the Situation room in the early evening when Tom bent down to Fitz's ear.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, I have a situation to take care of that requires my immediate attention," Fitz ushered Cyrus out of the room. "We have a guest in the Oval." The two walked with Fitz's security down to the Oval. "Huck, what's going on?"