"I wanted to go to Italy." Gracie complained.

"I know but this problem came up and Josh can't seem to handle it on his own. We'll go in a few weeks when this is all over." Sam said. "Besides, you've been there."

"I know. It's fun though. What problem came up?"

"Just some stupid guy saying he hates me again. Secret Service wants me in the White House to make sure I'm not going to get shot down by anyone."

"That's stupid."

"Yes I know. But it comes with the role and you wouldn't want me getting shot down by anyone right?"

"I suppose."

"I suppose doesn't cut it." Sam teased.

"No Dad. I wouldn't want you getting shot." Gracie grinned.

"I wouldn't want you getting shot either." Ainsley said, plopping down next to Sam. He leaned over and kissed her forehead and Ainsley wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Besides, missy, you need to get back to school."

"School sucks."

"It does." Sam agreed. "But I was popular so I had no problems."

"Mhmm with the dorks." Gracie snickered.

"Hey!"

"I don't really need an education. I could become a bum."

"Or you could go to Princeton or Harvard." Sam suggested. "That sounds like a good idea."

"I don't like school."

"You love school."

"I hate it." Gracie grumbled. "How about... we let you go and you can learn for me and then transfer all that wonderful knowledge to me."

"Ah... but I already know everything." Sam winked.

"So then you can teach me everything."

"I think you should just relax and when we get back to the Residence you are going straight to bed to be up at six tomorrow morning." Ainsley said.

"That's not fair."

"Life isn't fair." Sam said. And it wasn't.

------------TWW-----------

"No one is going to come after me." Sam sighed, playing with his glasses. "Do you know how many threats we get a year and how many of them actually come true? NONE!"

"That's because we catch them before they attack Mr. President." a secret service agent said. "But this one is different. He knows what he's doing."

There was a knock on the door and Donna popped her head in.

"There's a woman here to see you."

"Does she have an appointment?" Sam asked.

"She said it's about Gracie."

"Right. Fellas, we'll deal with this later." Sam waved the agents out and Donna and a woman of about 45 walked in. "How can I help you?"

"Your daughter is in trouble."

"Oh. You must be one of her teachers. I'm—"

"No. I'm not. I've... seen her... in danger."

Sam glanced at Donna, who shrugged and mouthed, 'sorry.'

"I'm sorry?"

"Mr. President, I'm a psychic. I have visions. One was of your daughter."

"Right... I don't have time for this. Donna..."

"Will you just listen? You may save her in time."

"Please make it fast. I have a meeting in a few minutes." Sam said.

"This her?" the woman asked, picking up a frame.

"Yeah."

"She's the one I've seen. And a tall man, dark hair, mid-40s... he's angry."

"Mhmm..." Sam glanced at his watch and stood up. "I need to go. Um... leave a number with Donna, my assistant and I'll try to get back to you."

Sam headed towards a door and the woman called out to him.

"He's the same one that's threatening you."

"Donna, please," Sam gestured towards the woman and Donna nodded.

"If you'll just follow me..."

"Don't believe me!" the woman exclaimed, "but he's mad! He wants you gone and wants your daughter."

Sam shook his head and walked out into the hallway.

"We need better security." he said, meeting up Josh.

"Okay I'll rub my magic lamp and see if Genie pops out and gives me three wishes." he smirked.

"I'm serious. Some freaky lady just walked in and demanded to see me. Apparently she's psychic and has been having visions of Gracie in trouble."

"Wouldn't believe it." Josh said.

"I don't." Sam said. "I'm getting sick of being in here."

"They want you to be safe Sam."

"No one is going to fire a gun at me in broad daylight."

"Hello... JFK?"

Sam gave Josh a look and he raised his hands up in surrender.

"I mean, you are the president and people are crazy."

"They should just put us under lockdown then." Sam said sarcastically. "Things like this happen everyday and they made me cancel an important meeting."

"Think of Gracie and Ainsley. You want them safe right?"

"Yeah."

"Well if you went to Italy who knows what would've happened and if they'd be okay. It's just precaution. Relax. Go to the damn meeting."

"I am." Sam muttered.

-----------TWW----------

"I got a call from my mother." Ainsley said, getting into bed. Sam reached over and turned his light off then wrapped his arms around Ainsley's waist. "She said she's sorry for the way she acted."

"I'd believe that but this is the way she's acted since I married you."

"She said that Ryan apologized too. He doesn't want you to think he's an ass or anything."

"I don't think that at all." and Ainsley detected a hint of sarcasm in Sam's voice as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Someth— Sam, it's only going to be a few days before they get this guy and we can get on with our normal live."

"It's not that." he muttered.

"Then what is it?"

"Remember I called you during lunch and told you about that woman?"

"Yeah."

"What if she was right? What if something is going to happen to Gracie? Ainse, I could not handle that. She... I love her so much. I love you so much and if anything ever happened to either of you..."

"I know, shh..." Ainsley kissed Sam's forehead and rested her head on his shoulder. "It was just some woman. Don't worry about it."

But Sam was worrying about it.