++++++++++ Ritz Carton: Washington DC +++++++++

Tom and Hal waited by the stairs for Cyrus. After a few minutes the Chief of Staff appeared on the President's Hotel floor sweaty and out of breath. He stared down Tom and Hal clearly blocking the way to the Presidents corridor. "Tom care to explain why you've ignored my calls for 15 minutes, and the elevators not working?"

Tom remained stone face, "Sorry Sir I was busy helping the President. My phone must have jostled. I have no idea why the elevators are not working."

Cyrus glared at Tom, "You must think I fell of the turnip truck right before it ran me over! Allow me onto the President's floor NOW! If you don't you will be driving Karen to her ballet lessons as part of her Secret Service detail by the end of the week."

Tom face shifted slightly, "Sir I need a creditable threat to let you past. The President has ordered me to let him rest. Only his health and safety lets me disobey his order."

Cyrus held up his cell phone, "Fitz is having a heart attack, he just texted me!"

Tom nodded toward the phone, "Thank you, Just show me the text and I will let you pass. Please understand, if I didn't see it he could fire me anyway."

Cyrus face became red, "Tom you may be his personal puppy, but I am his MONSTER, MOVE NOW."

Tom device beeped twice and he turned it off, "You are right Mr. Beene you're not a man I wish to upset. Please let me escort you to the President's Suite."

Cyrus followed Tom to the suite. Tom unlocked the door, but moved aside when Cyrus almost ran him over to reach the living room. Cyrus stopped when he saw Fitz relaxing on the sofa solving a cross word Puzzle.

Cyrus glared at Fitz flabbergasted, "Mr. President I have a room full of reports eating up a rumor that you're up here in "Death troughs" after you were whisked away during the reception's bar fight. Don't tell me you were up here having a "power nap. The fact Tom was playing guard dog at your door made me wonder if the reporters were right. I was becoming worried myself. You look fine to me unless I missing something? Why do you have an Ice Pack on your arm?"

Fitz was sitting on the sofa looking no different than when he first entered the room. His hair however appeared recently dried after a shower. "I hurt my arm when Agents dragged me out of the ball. I took a shower to keep my muscles from aching tomorrow. However, if they need me down there I will return. I just need my suit Jacket."

Fitz followed Cyrus out of the room and returned to the ball. Once he arrived he made sure he did a circuit of the room to leave little doubt he was fit and healthy. He wanted to go to Olivia's room to check on her. However with dozens of cameras watching his every move, he could not leave the party again.

Hollis left the party and found a corner to talk to one of his assistants. "I need you to find Olivia NOW, keep looking. I don't care if you have to knock on every door in this hotel. I don't care if you have to bribe the front desk clerk. Find her and bring her to me. Don't come again unless you have good news."

When Hollis saw the President at the Party his heart sank. There was no way he would hire a sniper if he knew the President would be here. If Stephen is shot outside with the President nearby, the Secret Service wouldn't stop searching until they find the shooter and who paid for the murder.

Hollis had no way to reach Becky or his investigator. Everything was falling apart and that left Olivia at risk. He never wanted to hurt her, he needed to find her before his investigator did. Hollis didn't know his investigator had his own agenda until it was too late. "What have I done" Hollis whispered quietly.