Hello Everyone. Today I was talking to a few people on Twitter about KW & TG did a remake of the bodyguard. This idea came to mind, and I wanted to see where it leads. Please comment and let me know if this is something you'd be interested in reading. If the reviews are good, I will continue the story. Thanks for reading and as always... Happy Olitzing.

Some things in life tend to throw you for a loop. Sometimes things or even people have the ability to enter your life and change it in a way you never thought possible. Sometimes those people come when you least expect it. But no matter what happens, when that person comes along, you definitely notice the change that occurs in you. Sometimes if you're lucky, you realize it before it's too late.

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III walked towards the oval dreading the day ahead of him. Fifteen years he wanted nothing more than to have peace and quiet as part of his daily routine. To be able to think for himself, and prove that he was the man his family never thought he could be.

His days seemed more peaceful since he and the first lady had divorced. They grew even more peaceful when she moved back to California, and married Andrew Nichols, his partner in crime during his governor days in California. Fitz didn't mind them marrying, he was actually relieved. He and Mellie weren't the normal "married couple". Their marriage was one of convenience, a political marriage if you will. Her job was to make him look good, and in return she was taken care of. He did have to admit that the White House seemed much bigger and it was definitely lonelier without her following him around and picking fights with him.

His head agent Tom had left after 5 years of service opting for a safer job as head of a security company so he could begin a family with his new wife Lauren. Today Fitz would meet who was chosen as his replacement. He wasn't given any more information than she was the best.

"Hmph, she. I'm the leader of the free world, and they choose a woman to protect me. Someone wants me dead." Fitz scoffed to himself as he greeted Lauren and closed the door to the oval behind him.

Fitz sat behind his desk looking over the day's briefings. He came across a folder that didn't look like all of the others that were strewn across his desk. He cracked open the seal and looked over the information. There was no picture of the woman, but there was a brief description. He began reading her file and noticed that she had a master's in political science from GWU. She had graduated top of her class from Harvard Law. She worked in a law office and even started her own firm. Three years in, she left and began training for the secret service. Fitz made a mental note to ask when the timing was right. He noticed she was 5'4 and 108 lbs. What exactly was she supposed to be protecting, his ankles? A deeply frustrated, 6'4 Fitz thought to himself. Fitz picked up his phone and requested Cyrus' presence in his office.

"Cyrus, this is not happening!" Fitz said as his chief of staff entered the oval and closed the door behind him.

"Hi, Hello, How are you today sir?" Cyrus said as cheerfully as he could. He knew this moment was coming. It wasn't in the nature of any Grant male to think a woman was good for anything other than being pretty and bearing their children. Although Fitz wasn't as bad as his father Big Gerry, Cyrus knew this would be a problem.

"Cyrus!" Fitz spat not in the mood for pleasantries.

"Sir, she's the best. She has had the best training and she's been thoroughly vetted. Tom also hand-picked her and we all know Tom was excellent as picking out his men…people… sir."

"You've got to be kidding me! Of all of the men 6' tall and above in the country, the army, the navy, hell the marines, this is who he chose? A 5'4 ankle biter!" Fitz yelled, the irritation clear in his voice.

Cyrus thought over Fitz's words. But he had to admit that no matter how absurd this sounded, she was the best. This was not the time to be taking threats lightly. The past three weeks Fitz had been receiving threats on his life. Cyrus had done his best to keep this information from him as he had enough to deal with, but Cyrus knew it would only be a matter of time before he found out. Fitz was right. There were men 6' and taller, the army, navy, and marines, but none of them scored or performed the way she did. She. Was. The. Best, and with Fitz being the President of the United States, Cyrus wouldn't settle for anything but the best when it came to protecting his friend's life.

Cyrus silently chose his words carefully. Anything he said next would either calm Fitz's worries or send him spiraling into a full blown panic. He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Lauren popped in and notified them that Tom's replacement had arrived.

"Fitz, be nice. She is your baby sitter for the next three years."

"If I last that long." Fitz said with venom high in his voice.

Lauren stepped aside, and Fitz watched as the most perfect human being to ever have graced his eyes walked through the door. From her flawless mocha skin, to her perfect posture, she was perfect. She was standing there in the doorway and Fitz could tell she was tense. He immediately wondered what it would be like to massage her shoulders after a stressful day. He wondered if there was someone waiting for her at home, and immediately found himself becoming jealous.

"Lucky bastard" Fitz thought to himself as he continued to take in the woman in front of him.

She was taller than he had imagined. He looked down and realized she was wearing heels. Heels, for a secret service agent? Here we go. The thought left him quickly as Fitz pictured himself picking her up and carrying her up to bed after a long day. Her dark hair was tied up in a tight bun, and Fitz wondered what her hair looked like when it framed her face, how it would feel to run his hands through her hair. He had no idea what was wrong with him. She had only walked into the room and she had him losing focus. Fitz shook the thought off as he noticed Cyrus was talking to him.

"Mr. President I'd like for you to meet the new head of the secret service." Cyrus said as he motioned for the woman to join them by the desk. Not really wanting to, but also not wanting to be rude, Fitz walked from behind the resolute desk and offered his hand to the woman.

"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III." Fitz said as the woman took his hand for a handshake. Her hand was so soft. Fitz's mind began to wonder if the rest of her felt the same. He pictured helping her undress after a long day of work and making passionate love to her. Fitz felt a stirring him his pants at the thought of holding her in his arms after making love all night long. He pictured taking her right there on the resolute desk. He had become lost in his thoughts and hadn't even heard the woman speaking.

"Mr... President, are you ok?" The woman said for the third time. The look on her face showed genuine concern.

God, even the way she said Mr. President made him weak with desire. Fitz looked into her dark brown eyes and became lost. He saw himself with this woman years from now, there were children running around. Mellie had never given him children. They never seemed to get to the point in their relationship where they felt the timing was right. After a while, Fitz stopped asking for children. He could see himself raising a family with this woman and he didn't even know her name. Realizing that Cyrus was once again looking at him awkwardly, he snapped out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry." Fitz said as he shook his head trying willing the thoughts to leave him. He turned to the woman and offered a slight smile as an apology. She smiled and he began to melt from the inside out. Her smile was beautiful. It definitely lit up the room and removed all dread he had of facing the day. This woman was definitely going to be trouble.

"I didn't catch your name. You are?"

The woman looked up at him, her eyes judgmental at first. Fitz smiled and her eyes softened. Her lips curved upwards into another smile. She graced him with another beautiful, glorious, angelic smile that Fitz had already fallen in love with. The beautiful smile that was accented by such gorgeous full lips, lips that Fitz knew he would dream about kissing the rest of the day.

"Olivia….Pope."

Olivia Pope. That was the name of the angel that was sent to him. Olivia Pope. The two words that caused his heart beat harder than it ever had before. The two words that made his arms ache with need to hold her. The two words that sent a swarm of butterflies parading and dancing through his stomach. The two words that made his brain want to absorb everything there was to know about her. Things like her favorite color, her favorite meal, what she did on her days off, what made her want to become a secret service agent. A secret service agent. Fitz felt his heart sink as those words brought him back to reality.

Olivia Pope, the one woman in this world that was completely off limits. Or was she? Fitz didn't care about that answer. That would come later. For now, Fitz was determined to make this woman his. They had been in a room together for five minutes and he already belonged to her. He vowed to himself right then and there that he would stop at nothing to make her his.

"Well, if there is nothing else you need of me I will be on my way. I have a meeting with my team, and I don't want to keep you any longer Mr.… President." Olivia nodded towards the men and made her way out the door. Fitz could have sworn she winked at him, but he shook it off as his mind playing tricks on him.

"See there Fitz, that wasn't so bad now was it? She's quite the looker too. I'm sure you will have no problem gawking at her all day. If only I were straight." Cyrus said with a laugh.

Fitz looked at Cyrus wondering if it had been that obvious. When Cyrus shrugged at his lack of response, Fitz knew his thoughts were safe. Cyrus turned and left the oval to continue his day. Fitz returned to his desk and tried as hard as he could to focus but he couldn't. He knew he had to think of a reason, any reason to talk to her, and he had to do it soon.