White House- Oval Office
"So you see, running the Country is a lot like running a house, you keep everyone happy and you won't have any problems, "Millie looked at her husband and then smiled into the camera.
The reporter scribbled Millie's last words onto her pad as she held her pencil toward President Fitzgerald. "President, your approval rating has-"
Just as she spoke those words the door opened without warning. Cyrus came in followed by the Presidents secretary and a of security officer. "Sorry to interrupt your interview Mr. President but there has been an emergency that requires your and the Mrs. immediate departure. Air force One is waiting on the west lawn and Sally has packed your bags." Security ushered the reporter out of the room as Cyrus led the first lady and President down the corridor toward the waiting aircraft.
"What's going on, Cyrus, I was in the middle of winning America back?" Millie demanded as she walked across the Whitehouse lawn.
"I'll tell you once we are on the aircraft." Cyrus gave the secretary the necessary paperwork and headed for the aircraft stairs. Once inside he found a seat near the President and his wife. The news had come suddenly and he wanted to secure both the President and wife before giving them the news.
President Fitzgerald knew that asking questions was unnecessary, where they were going would not change with questions. A matter of national security was the only reason he would be taken away so quickly. Perhaps it was one of the two terror threats that had been brewing since the early morning hours; security had alerted him of an issue in the Middle East that was making its way to our boarders. He positioned himself in his seat and watched as Millie unsuccessfully grilled Cyrus for information.
"Mr. President, Millie, I'm afraid there has been an accident- it's Jerry-"
"Jerry!" Millie jumped to the edge of her seat and brought her hand to her chest, "Cyrus what's happened to Jerry? Is he ok? Where is he?" Millie looked to Fitz.
"What are you talking about Cyrus?" Fitz asked. "Who called you?"
"He was in a car accident on his way home, they are saying it was a drunk driver, he came out of nowhere, he's in surgery now, doctors are saying it's touch and go."
Millie held her mouth and looked out of the window willing the plane to go faster. Fitz thought of the last time he saw his son. It was their last interview. Millie flew the children in to make an impression but kept Jerry and Karen busy with outside activities while she planned other activities for them without the kids. He'd planned to spend the day golfing with Jerry, but Millie booked an interview instead.
Pope and Associates
"I'm stuffed." Harrison entered the conference room rubbing his stomach.
"I don't think I've ever eaten so much sushi in my life." Olivia stated as she walked toward her office, "So was it worth it, what did we get?" She yelled from the next room.
"You'll see," Huck said as he transferred his tape from the portable recorder to his computer. "I just need to get through the inscription."
"Where's Olivia?" Harrison asked looking around.
"She was pretty quiet through dinner, you know she hasn't been the same since—"Abby paused.
The silence in the room pervaded the office. Olivia stood in the door way, arms crossed. "You know, you don't have to whisper, let's just—get it out there. …. Say it."
"Say what? "Abby asked.
"Oh God!" the look on Abby's faced turned from pleasant to disgust; "I'm going to be sick." She held her stomach on the way to the restroom.
"Oh …no!" Harrison warned as he too ran to the nearest trashcan. "Either we've been poisoned or the sushi was toxic." He held up a finger of pause.
Olivia stood in her office in deep thought. She paced back and forth, her cell phone in hand. She hadn't heard from Fitz in a week and she was starting to wonder what was going on. She hadn't heard from the white house either. Her mother was still at large and Rowan was on hiatus, probably searching for Maya.
"Olivia- turn on your T.V!" Huck stood in the doorway with a concerned look on his face.
Olivia's questions were answered as she listened to the voice on her screen, "The president and first lady have taken an emergency leave to be at the side of their oldest son, Jerry who was in a car accident late Thursday night. He is said to be in critical condition. Sources say that he may need a blood transfusion and the President is making preparations to become his donor."
Olivia held her mouth; she knew that Fitz was devastated. He struggled with guilt ever since Millie had shipped their children off to boarding school and wanted to be there for them. She dialed Fitz's number immediately, she waited. No answer. She looked away.
Emergency Room-
"It's touch and go, we'll have to watch him through the night." The doctor turned his attention to the President and away from the first lady. "Nurse Jackie will take you down the hall where we've prepared a room for your blood donation. We'll need 2 pints, Mr. President."
"Take whatever you need." Fitzgerald started rolling his sleeves up as he followed the nurses down the hall; his secret service met him halfway informing him that all has been cleared.
"Mr. President, you have a phone call." Cyrus held the phone in the direction of an empty room. The silence in the room made everyone aware that the caller was Olivia. The look on Millie's face suggested her disgust. "We all know it's your whore," Cyrus how dare you bring this call to him here. "God she has no respect for family affairs, take the call Fitz, maybe she can tell them to warm your blood before them place it in our son." Millie stormed off in the opposite direction. "God knows I've shed enough for this union."
Olivia's Bedroom
Olivia reached over to shut off her alarm. The rise of sickness from her stomach to her throat caused her to rush from bed to the bathroom. She thought she was in the clear. "Remind me to never eat at sushi again," she said to herself. She pushed herself to shower and dress.
Pope and Associates
At the agency she found Huck still hovered over a trashcan and Abby carrying her own around. In the round table they briefed the crew on the new information they had uncovered.
"Muslin Shia group, small sector in the middle east whose main agenda is to breach the union between the East and West sectors. Support for the enemy has been funded by the secret military group headed by the U.S. and funded through the white house. This small group befriends an American Pastor and his wife on a mission's trip to Jerusalem to visit the holy land. They give them a private tour of the inner chamber of the temple, their desire was to see the room where the Ark of the Covenant was kept. This couple was never seen again after this day. Months later back in America, the Pastors brother comes forward in search of his brother and their daughter. No one has heard from them again. The daughter was never seen again." Abby takes a seat.
Twenty years later, a Black Muslim woman goes by the name of Maya meets and marries an American secret service agent by the name of Rowan, has a daughter, then suddenly disappears.
"My mother," Olivia gasped.
"Your mother was raised by Shia Muslim terrorist group; she believes that her life is a sacrifice. Olivia, you are not her daughter, but a part of her elaborate plan to make the United States pay for killing her parents. She will be back, she has a plan and it does not end until the right blood has been shed."Abby stated, placing a file in front of Olivia.
Olivia, that file that your mother found was her file, a file that Rowan had been hiding for years. Your father knew who she was so she tried to get away. All those years he was protecting you from the monster that she was.…" Harrison assured Olivia.
Olivia fell to her seat, then she held her stomach. She could feel the sickness rising to her throat. Her mother was a monster. She stood to leave the room and fell to the floor.
Emergency Room
The doctor entered the Presidents suite holding a chart, "Mr. President. There is no easy way to say this but, there is a problem with your blood."
"What is it?" Fitz looked at Millie and then Cyrus.
"Well, Mr. President It isn't a match. Jason is not your son."
Millie gasped, and fell to her knees.
Fitz felt fury.
Emergency Room
"Mrs. Pope," "You are experiencing dehydration from the food poisoning, but that's not all, you're also pregnant."
Olivia held her mouth…