Executive Orders

CH 67: Que sera, sera

As she and Fitz walked down the steps and into the back yard, Olivia noticed both Jocelyn and Harrison standing not too far away, having their own conversation.

Olivia couldn't help the happiness that she felt by looking at them; the both of them were hovering, while trying to look as though they weren't and failing in a way that warmed her heart and made her ridiculously happy. What felt more important to her in the moment more than anything else were the expressions on their faces as they turned to greet her and Fitz; they were both genuinely happy to see her and Fitz. Happy to see them together.

This was new. This was different. This was good.

She didn't know what to call this new emotion; shock might be too strong a word, not be the right word for it, but whatever this was, it's a new sensation to her and in the moment, she can't think of another word to take its place.

Best of all, Olivia realizes that more than anything else, it felt right. So right, it's almost scary, a somersaulting, free-fall butterflies in her stomach kind of whirl; for the first time in her and Fitz's relationship, she was seeing - and even better, feeling - what it might be like to have a relationship that was in the world outside of just the two of them.

Her emotions rocketed from scary to pleased to unexpected levels of happiness in less than sixty seconds and she suddenly feels like she was walking - no, floating - three feet off the ground.

She's never had this, them being open like this, and having people who looked at she and Fitz together - and them being happy to see them - together.

And the very best thing of all, no words were necessary to tell her that the man at her side was feeling the same - and that was the whipped cream, the cherry - and the sprinkles on top.

As they walked towards Harrison and Jocelyn, Olivia smiled as Fitz stepped forward to greet them. "This has been some day, hasn't it?" he asked.

Jocelyn and Harrison both nodded in agreement and it was Jocelyn was the one who spoke up first. "And are we and the Caldwells on the same page?"

"Only one person gets to read my mind." Fitz grinned at her before he shrugged his shoulders in answer. "Maybe we're not one hundred percent in sync yet, but I think we're close enough that we're mostly good. I don't have to tell any of you that I expect for everyone to continue keeping a close eye on these people, but if nothing else, they know where I stand."

"Where we stand." Olivia corrected him.

"Well - that sounds... interesting." Harrison commented.

"Do we have a firm definition for interesting this time around?" Jocelyn asked, she looked around the circle with a smile. "I only ask because the last time we all got caught up in something ... interesting...let's just say I'd like a little more heads-up this time around."

"If I remember right, you seemed to have rolled with all kinds of interesting." Fitz commented.

"That's one way of putting it." Olivia said dryly.

"It's like that now, is it?" Jocelyn countered, her smile firmly in place. "I thought all was forgiven?"

"More than forgiven." Fitz said warmly. For a moment they all exchanged looks, silently remembering the memories of their actions concerning the last case they'd joined together on. That had been more than - interesting.

"What about you?" Fitz said to Harrison. There was a mischievous light in his gaze. "Do you have an opinion that you'd like to share?"

Harrison looked from the president, to Olivia and back again. He held up both hands in surrender. "No sir, I'm good. As far as I'm concerned - for now, it's all handled."