Since today is the day the world was blessed with a talented man that helped portray a father/psychopath, king of the jungle, and what I think has to be one of the most attractive and emotionally invested TV Presidents, I will publish the second fanfiction story that I ever wrote. I was not going to ever put it up but why not? So bare with it this one is hella jumpy but it was set up that way (I think) it does get smoother. Read, enjoy, and review and Happy Birthday to the man who always will be known as President Fitzgerald Grant III to most of us.
"What did they do to this poor girl?" asked one of nurses assigned to her care.
"She has been beaten, stabbed, shot, and then dumped. She was put through torture," the paramedic answered.
Shaking her head, "what is this world coming too? Did she have anything on her?"
"No. She was left for dead in a ditch. A drunk guy was driving and decided to relieve himself on the side of the road and that's when she was found."
Looking down at the bruised and battered woman who was being prepped for surgery she leans down and whispers in her ear, "hi honey my name is Caroline. We got you but we can only do so much, you have to fight and fight hard. You are about to go in to surgery and that is scary I know but know that I will stand by your side thru this."
They roll the woman down to the hall and get started on her. Whoever she was hopefully someone was looking for her because she was going to need them.
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It's been 13 days. Thirteen days of Olivia Pope missing. He was crumbling every day, no every hour. I need to fix this and get her back. I've checked all the hospitals for the first week and no luck. Where could she be and why isn't anyone claiming anything? When he finds out what I did I'm as good as dead.
"Janet."
"Yes ma'am."
"Have you heard anything?"
"No ma'am"
"Okay thank you." This can't be happening
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
"Yes its nothing."
And with that she walks away wearing that smile that was fake but underneath it hid the fear.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?," he said with so much venom in his voice to those in the room, all took a step back.
"Sir we have no leads and we also have to deal with stories that you got rid of her on top of that. Also this website didn't help that it came from somewhere in the White House."
"And?"
Cyrus stepped back into the warpath, "maybe we should stop..." but before he could continue Fitzgerald Grant turned on him giving a look that would kill and said he would do it right then and have no regrets.
"Are you going to finish what you were going to say?"
"Sir…"
"SHUT UP! ANYTHNG THAT COMES OUT YOUR MOUTH BETTER BE INFORMATION I WANT OR I SWEAR I WILL BE GOING TO JAIL FOR MURDER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? GO FIND HER NOW."
The top leaders of every branch of security and military moved quickly to get it done. They knew there was no arguing or negotiating, this was a man on a mission. He had been attacked personally. They didn't understand why this one woman was so important but everyone chalked it up to them having an affair and he wanted his mistress back. But few could see the love and knew she meant more and he would do anything to get her back safely. He was a great President and the way he was handling this and the dealings of everyday life showed that.
Once they left the room he walked back to his office and right over to their spot by the window, "where are you?"
