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James slipped the sweatshirt over her head in the backseat of Doug's car while he let the getaway car drive itself into the river. She took the pocket knife from his counsel and cut her school uniform skirt down the side before tossing it out the window onto the loose rock underneath the car. She slid herself down between the passenger seat and the backseat so she was sitting on the floor.

Doug ran over and got into the car before looking back at her. "You have enough room?"

"Yeah, I'll be good until we get to your apartment." James breathed before grabbing the blanket from his backseat and covering herself with it. "Have you heard anything?"

"No, I told your dad I'd call him once we were in a safe zone. We don't need my cell phone pinging here." Doug breathed before turning on his car and speeding away from the riverbanks, heading back to the city. "How does it feel?"

James frowned, curling further into the blanket and making herself as comfortable as she possibly could. "How does what feel?"

"To be this much closer to being the First Daughter." Doug smirked back at her. He turned back to the road and pulled back onto the blacktop before grabbing his prepaid phone and dialing. He cleared and changed his voice before speaking. "Yes, I have some information on the James Underwood kidnapping."

"The river?" Claire asked, wide eyed. Francis had his arm wrapped around her waist, and she had tissues tucked into her hands, dabbing the corners of her eyes every few minutes. "They dumped the car in the river."

"Yes, we got a call from the anonymous tip line. A guy was driving behind the car and noticed it looked similar to the one that was described in our public statement. He made the call, but he even doubted it was the right car." The police commissioner explained.

Francis frowned. "But, it was their car, right?"

The commissioner sighed with a slight nod. "We believe so."

Claire gasped and covered her mouth with the hand that was gripping tissues already. "It can't be."

"There's one other thing." The commissioner added. He took a file from one of his detectives and held it out to them. "Does this look familiar to you?"

"Oh my God!" Claire cried out, gripping onto Francis' jacket lapels. She let her body sink into a crouching position with Francis following.

Francis teared up himself and caressed her face as she quietly sobbed looking away. "That's part of the school uniform. James wears those skirts nearly everyday. She was wearing one this morning." He breathed before pulling Claire closer, crouching himself. "Could we have a few moments, please?"

"Of course." The commissioner said and motioned for his men to clear Francis' office. They all shared silent looks of sympathy as they left the office, closing the door behind them.

Francis and Claire both looked at the door when they heard it click shut. "Have you heard from Doug?" Claire asked, wiping away the last of her tears with the tissue. She huffed out a breath and lowered herself further, curling her legs under herself.

"No, not yet." Francis heaved out as he sat back against the couch. "The school uniform was a nice touch." He ran a hand down his face and took her hand into his, squeezing it gently. "But, Garret did call saying the Brighton and Meechum will be under investigation about the incident. James can't stay at his apartment."

Claire let out a breath of a laugh. "She probably knew that too. Our smart, devious little girl." Francis grinned at her and leaned forward, resting his head against her shoulder, grateful for the moment without the chaos lingering just outside his office door. "Sing to me." She whispered.

Francis grinned and pulled back, looking her in the eyes. "What would you like to hear?"

"I think you could come up with something, Mr. President." Claire smirked, her eyebrow cocking for a moment.

Francis chuckled and maneuvered himself to sit next to her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, her head landing on his shoulder. Instead of singing, he started humming. He hummed Hail to the Chief and held his wife next to him as they sat on the floor, waiting for the rest of the world to be singing it for his arrival.

James grunted when she landed on her side, groaning out before she saw the first rays of light come through. Doug quickly pulled at the zipper of his suitcase, helping James out when he flipped open the cover. "You okay?"

"Just peachy." James chuckled as she stepped out of the bag and looked around the apartment. Doug hurried to move the empty bag to his room as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. "It's been a while since I've been here."

"I know. Since in attack actually." Doug said, half mumbling the last few words. He gazed at her, his eyes softening slightly. "My bad on that."

James felt her heart clench painfully as she walked over to him. "You didn't cause this, Doug." She whispered, caressing his cheek. She pressed her forehead to his, grazing her lips against his. "It breaks my heart when you say things like that, when you think things like that."

"You know none of this would have happened if I didn't flip out on you about Gordon." Doug stated. He cupped her face in both his hands, tilting her face up slightly to look eye to eye. "I knew that you wouldn't cheat on me. And, I know that you will put yourself in harm's way just to prove a point."

James tugged on his shirt gently, her fingers skimming the leather of his belt. "I made the choice to accept his offer. You didn't force that on me. You haven't forced me into anything." She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time longer, harder. His lips moved against hers, but his hands stayed on her face. She moved one hand up his chest, wrapping her fingers around his neck. The other hand quickly moved the zipper to his slacks and reached inside.

Doug groaned against her, his hips bucking into her hand. His hands pulled away from her face and moved to the hem of her tank top. He pulled it up and over her head, but it hung on her wrist. Her hand hadn't bothered to pull out of his pants to let the material drop to the floor. Her other hand moved to his belt while both of his occupied themselves with the buttons of his dress shirt.

He quickly discarded it, happy to have his hands back on her heated skin. "James?"

His slacks fell to the floor. He stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes and socks in the process. He thumbs grazed the lace of her panties, grunting when he realized that other than the sweatshirt his girlfriend had only been in this the entire time he was with her. "You knew."

James nodded between kisses. "Please, Doug, fuck me."

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