Fitz sat at the Resolute desk in the Oval tapping his pen on it as he stared at the wall. It was a year to the day that Olivia had left him. She got on the plane and left the country without telling him. His son was dead and the woman he loved more than life left him to go to another country. He still felt so alone living in the crown jewel of the American prison system.
It was noon and he hadn't moved from the spot he was in since nine. What was the point? America was in a good place, Mellie was in a good place, Karen and Teddy was happy, Cyrus was good. He was the only one left to suffer.
"Mr. President," Cyrus interrupted his thoughts, "you do need to sign those orders before this afternoon."
"I know. Cyrus, do you…" Fitz started but stopped himself.
"Do I what?"
"Do you ever wonder where you and James would be now if he was still here?"
"Every day. But I have Ella to think about. I can't dwell on what I can't control. No one can. Why do you ask?"
Fitz sighed and continued to stare at the wall. "No reason, I just wondered. I'd been thinking about where Mellie and I would be if we were happy and still together. But then I remember that she and I were happy and want to be happy with her."
"No," he answered. Fitz turned and looked at Cyrus giving him a slight half smile. "Thanks, Cy. I'll have these signed in an hour."
"Yes, sir, Mr. President."
Cyrus went out of the Oval concerned that he was thinking about Olivia again. Even though he knew Fitz thought about her every minute of every day, he never vocalized that he was. She hadn't been to see any of them in a year, which Cyrus thought was a good thing, even though he loved her like a daughter. Olivia was a distraction to Fitz and that was something that he didn't need now.
Fitz had stopped trying to call Olivia a month after Jerry died. He seemed to have given up that she was coming back to him. He knew she felt that his death was her fault but it wasn't. And he had to make her see that.
Thinking about her only made him miss her more. He felt the need to find her again and this time, he didn't fight it. He had to know, at least, where she was. Fitz opened his laptop and Googled Olivia. He didn't have far to look; the first source was a news article from earlier that morning. OPA saves Shaw…Again! He clicked this link and read through the article. At the left side was a picture of Olivia was Jacob Shaw in front of the capitol building. Shaw had gotten into another sexcapade with an intern and it was caught on tape and he called in Liv to save the day. As he read the entire article he caught on to one sentence: Olivia Pope and Associates has been running successfully for four years with Olivia Pope handling every crisis D.C. has to throw.
Fitz read the sentence a dozen times. Liv wouldn't just hand over her business to her team. She trusts them but not with OPA alone. "She's been in D.C. the whole time?" he thought.
He shut the laptop off and hit the intercom for Lauren. "Tell Tom and Daniel to bring the car around, we're going out for a while."