(Mark)

"Here we go sunshine." Said the burly gentleman as he tried to get him to sit up straight.

Mark slouched as if a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Grabbing him by the waist the gentleman again tried to pick him up, startling Mark a bit.

"What have we got here?" Said a female voice.

Mark tried to shake his head it was blurry a bit but unmistakably a female's voice, "Kathryn," he whispered.

"Get me the syringe," unrolling the leather pouch she had them expose his arm and roll up his sleeve.

He fought, "No I said No—Who are you?" they held him down even in his incapacitated state he struggled, however, she was able to inject him with a narcotic.

"Boss this will cause him to be a bit delusional or out of it."

"I know but while his unwelcome snooping is inconvenient, it actually bids well for our side." She said as she watched the drug dope him to a state of complete and compliant behavior.

Pulling documents from a black briefcase she pulled documents and letters for him to sign with the Ambassador's letterhead.

" I've been looking for the opportune moment, and here the little darling is ready to sign the letter disclosing to the Middle East arms stockades that Britain has agreed to hide for U.S. defenses. These letters will point to the British Government's mishandling and possible broken alliance causing an international coup. Taking his arm she helped him sign it all the way with indisputable tell tale traces of his DNA would seal his involvement in forensic tests that he had actually handled the document. "She laughed wickedly. Pinching his cheek, "amazing how he played into our hands."

"Quick let us get him upstairs."

They managed to take him back to his room and tucking him in as nothing happened.

12:00 Noon (Bridget)

I have spoken to William and I am relieved to have him join us on Saturday for afternoon tea whereby he will explain himself and Mark can stop interrogating me about his relationship to me.

"No leave me alone," that is Mark's voice. I opened the door to find him thrashing about on the bed in what would seem a cold sweat.

"Mark. Mark" I slapped his face gently.

"Where did you and William go?" Terror in his eyes "I have been kidnapped I tell you."

I wiped his face not sure of what to make of the fright I found on his face.

"Mark look around you are exactly where I left you nearly two hours ago, I believe you were dreaming." I said trying to soothe his fear and anxiety all the while looking for the sedative the Doctor gave me if he should have a difficult time sleeping.

"No I was out of bed." I nearly forced him down and told him to calm down, fearing I would have to call the Doctor back.

"Calm down Mark or I will call the doctor right over." Nearly scolding him until I could calm him down.

" Bridget, I was peaking out the door and I saw you and William talking, with some shame on his face as he knows I don't like to be spied on, I.I followed him down a hallway to discuss with him his gross familiarity with you and then it went black and these apes picked me up I think and a woman's voice, and I think I've been drugged." As he spoke in a fast high pitched voice and smooth more of the hair away from his face.

Grabbing the sedatives and water I said, "Take them and take them now."

Reluctantly he knew I meant business and did not fight me.

"You were dreaming, it says in "How to Interpret Your Dreams" that the pressure of work and your own subtle insecurities can surface in horrific nightmares."

"Truly," he said trying to believe me.

"Truly now how about," climbing onto my side of the bed, "that you rest your head here," pointed to my chest as I placed my arms around him in comforting hug. All the while he wrapped himself around me holding me tight. Whatever the nightmare it was real to him and frightened him so.

"Mark I love you, you must believe that and I'm not leaving you." "Rest Darling."

I think things are going back to normal after straight 48-hour rest I demanded for rather high-strung husband.

Two Days Later (Bridget)

He is learning that wife knows best, although he always tries to at least debate issue in morning over his jam and toast, I daresay I am quite proud of myself, as I have become quite the lady of this manor.

Well back to work. Can't believe how I'm finally managing everything so well. This is what it must be like to be Ambassador's wife and hopefully one day Mother.

"What is this and email…"Don't open" in title. But it is from Shaz surely it is just a joke.

Giggled a bit and opened it thereby releasing this horrible Simpson's cartoon that I cannot delete. Oh my goodness just realized it is a computer virus and it has attached itself to my address book.

Arghhhh I can't stop it and it is sending out all emails to my address book.

What is this? Phone rings off until machine pops on. "Bridget don't open the email I sent a virus that travels to your email address book then to all the other address books of the people on your email list sending a domino effect to everyone on your list and then to their addresses. It seems Simon thought it a funny joke but I can't stop its destruction.

Suddenly mobile started ringing and I picked it up.

"Bridget, darling, it seems you have sent an email this morning,"

"Mark I can explain." In panic I began to wonder how many years I could get in Leavenworth.

"Did not know you were rather fond of the Simpson's it seems that it has taken over my computer and now in one key stroke you have managed to bring the whole White House System, U.S. Capitol, United Nations, and Pentagon to screeching halt with Homer Simpson."

Oh he sounded stressed, "Don't go away Bridget."

His other line began to ring. "Yes sir…yes I realize … I will have someone fix it right away." "Sir I assure you this won't happen again I will take her computer away." "Yes Mr. President."

Suddenly realized perhaps I have gotten husband in more trouble with government than I thought possible, I'm going to kill Shazza and Simon.

"Bridget, Why" He stuttered for a moment. "Are you trying to destroy any future employment I may have, that we may destined to live in a remote village cast away from all society and left destitute and exiled?" He sounded defeated.

"I, well it started out with what a thought was a joke email from…"

"Let me guess Jude." He said.

"No." I said sheepishly.

"Tom," he said with angst in his voice.

"No," I said in weak manner.

"Oh Sharon," light bulb went off.

"Well why does it always have to be my friends, you know others mess up." I said defensively giving it away."

"Bridget." In fatherly tone as I have had hand caught in cookie jar once again.

"Yes, Sharon." I said ashamed of myself and every relation I had in the past that is working against our future happiness.

Oh bugger so much for being respective first lady of Britain, as now I have managed to bring down all of Washington with one destructive email. Feel as I will be sick right now or at the very least deported back to England where they will not accept me either.

Doom!

Eve before Tea..

Dread Dread Dread..Cannot imagine how husband will be as this is our first dinner since email debacle and few words have been spoken between us. He has been through a gamut of meetings, which I believe have to be about ill fated Simpson email.

Quiet as the forks hit the plates and he held up the paper trying to avoid the obvious conversation.

"I hate this, I'm sorry I've tried to talk to you about this and for once I would like to you acknowledge me." I said as I put for down.

He momentarily placed his paper down hopefully to discuss matters but uttered a groan and picked up paper to turn page.

I didn't want to do it but calling out his name, "Mark," I strategically had some Devonshire cream on a spoon of which I flung across the table to hit the paper dead smack in center.

"Excellent aim dear," he said with a smirk.

"Not funny I have been trying to get you to discuss things with me and you are avoiding me, why?"

He looked at me with a look he has when he wants to avoid uncomfortable conversations.

"What?" Perplexed by the lack of emotion on his part and waiting for the shoe to drop.

" I or we no I mean I believe it is best that you fly home to England on Monday Bridget," he said squirming a bit and trying to fold his paper.

Felt heart jettison its way down to belly as I have been cast out from own husband.

"Wot, you can't cast me off just like that and toss me out," I said.

"It is not like that, no one is tossing you out," he said.

"I'm an embarrassment and pretty soon you will file for separation and then seek an annulment, I'm that much of an embarrassment to you." I stood up very upset and feeling as if my insecurities were fanning the flames of my anger to an unavoidable blow up that I'm sure would yield issues and secrets that should not come out.

"It is just that I feel this whole Washington thingh as been overwhelming, and maybe a visit with your friends…back ho.." he was stuttering a bit to get all out, standing and trying to face my fury head on.

"I'm overwhelmed perhaps, but overwhelmed by secrets and missteps of your past."

He shook his head and pointing his finger in an attempt to make a point. "Wait just a minute."

"No you wait a minute, I never thought you the type to expend such long amorous hours with former Eaton Professors that you would father an illegitimate son at 15 years old."

"Couldn't keep your trousers zipped or were you seeking extra credit." Oh no, it was out…

His face went ghostly pale and he fell back in his chair.

"William.." his voice cracked out.

"Yes William..," I said as Mr. Thatcher walked into the room and both of us turned to look at him.

William the brilliant young man that he was stopped, "Oh Bridget you didn't."

I was shocked at myself at what had ensued that I said, "Guess tea is off, " and ran off to my room trying to make sense of my explosion and two men who will have to have a long talk sooner that any expected.