Author's note: Finally getting to the good parts now, hope you guys enjoy

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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Sam—" Leo was cut of by the sound of Sam's ringing phone. "Sam don't answer—"

Sam glared at Leo before picked up his phone and flipping it open, "Hello?"

"Sam…it's Katie," a voice sobbed from the other end of the line.

"Katie, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Sam asked his fourteen-year-old sister.

"No…" she wailed.

"Okay, Katie, just take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong."

"They took them…they just…k-kicked down the door and took them."

He didn't understand what Katie was talking about, "Katie, who was taken? Who kicked down the door? Where are you right now?"

"Mom and Dad, the police just came and took them away. They said Mom and Dad were under arrest for kidnapping…" his sister wailed.

"What? Okay, Katie, I'm sure this is just some misunderstanding. You need to tell me where you are right now."

"I-I'm at the local police station."

"Okay Katie, I'm going to call Aunt Mary to come and get you. It's going to be okay. I'm going to sort this out, I promise. I'm going to go try and get some answers and phone Aunt Mary, make sure the police know she's going to come and get you. I love you and I'm going to take care of this, Katie."

"But I don't want to stay with Aunt Mary, I want to come stay with you," Katie sobbed.

Sam took a deep breath, "okay Katie, fine. I'll call Aunt Mary, she'll come and get you, you need to pack some clothes, enough for at least a couple weeks, just in case, and then Aunt Mary can take you to the airport. Okay?"

"Okay, Sammy, I…I love you. B-bye," and with that his sister hung up the phone. Sam sighed and hung his head.

"Leo, please, just tell me what's going on? Why are my parents in jail and why am I here right now? I need answer, right now Leo," Sam was almost in tears, not tears of sadness, but of frustration and anger. No one was telling him anything and his parents had just been arrested. He was pretty sure him being brought in, to be examined, and his parents being arrested were somehow connected.

Sam looked at Leo expectantly; it was at that moment he realized Leo had tears in his eyes. "Leo why do you look like you're about to cry?" Sam asked Now truly scared, Leo was the pillar that held the presidential administration together, he wasn't supposed to show emotion, let alone cry.

"Sam, why don't you sit down?" Leo asked. Sam took a seat in on of the hospital chairs and Leo took a seat in another. "Sam, do you remember what I told you about the president's son?"

Sam stared at Leo, "Umm, yes, of course. Why— Leo…" Sam got a sickening feeling, like he knew where this was going, but the idea…it was ridiculous. "Leo come on, you're not…you don't think I'm…his son," Sam spluttered out, it sounded even more ridiculous spoken out loud.

"Sam, just listen for a few minutes," Leo took a deep breath. "When the president fist told me of his suspicions it was during the campaign. Abbey had seen you and insisted you were him—"

"During the campaign… oh come on Leo this is ridiculous."

Leo continued, as if Sam hadn't interrupted, "I told him he was tired, that he and Abbey weren't thinking straight, that it was impossible. It had been over two decades, there was no way on earth… you weren't even the same age, and you were from California. He let it go… I think he understood how preposterous it sounded, but he insisted you were going to be on his staff. Abbey though, I don't think she ever let it go, she told the president she didn't care how crazy it sounded, she knew who you were.

Leo hadn't mentioned it to me again, until a couple of weeks ago. He said Abbey was adamant, and she wanted a DNA test done. So I came up with a compromise, I suggested we have a group bonding exercise and have everyone bring in baby pictures. God, I couldn't believe it, when I saw that picture Sam and when you said you didn't have any baby pictures—"

"There was a fire," Sam blurted out. "This... Leo you can't believe this—"

Again Leo ignored him, "When the president saw the picture, I thought he was going to pass out. At that moment, I knew he was certain, but I insisted before we did anything we needed proof; so we had Ron bring you in. I'm sorry we left you in the dark, but I had to know for sure before we did anything. Sam the tests, we ran three different types of DNA multiple times—"

"They're wrong…Leo this is ridiculous, this… the tests lied. I'd know…I'd know if I'd been kidnapped and you said so your self, it's impossible. Ben would have been younger…I'm from California…" Sam couldn't think, he could barely breathe.

"Sam, just calm down."

"Calm down, calm down! Are you kidding me Leo! You just told me I'm the president's long lost son! My parents have been arrest and my sister…god, what am I going to do about my sister. This…this isn't happening, this is just some messed up dream," Sam was up and pacing around the room now, like a caged animal. He couldn't breath…couldn't breath. Then the world seemed to tilt, he felt himself falling... falling into blackness.