"Will you stop?" Ainsley asked without looking up from her book. Sam was getting restless. He could not stay in a hospital bed any longer.

"Can we please go home?"

"Not till the doctor says."

"I'm fine!"

There was a knock on the door and Ainsley glanced behind her.

"Will..." she greeted.

"Mrs. Seaborn... Mr. President, good to see you doing better."

"Thanks." Sam muttered then saw Will wasn't alone. "You again."

"Me." it was the psychic from the other week.

"Mr. President, this is Maria Stokes." Will introduced. "She was a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department."

"You said you were psychic." Sam said. Ainsley stared at Maria, a frown on her face. She seemed familiar.

"I see things. I've solved a lot of cases with my... abilities and I put a resume in for the FBI. They accepted after seeing my credentials. After the threats on you started, Mr. President, they asked me to meet you. Did you honestly think that security would let an anonymous woman into the White House?" Maria said. "I heard about your daughter and I'm sorry that she's missing and that you didn't listen to me."

"Don't you have any respect?" Josh asked from the doorway. "He's the president not some guy on the street. He doesn't have to listen to you if he doesn't want to."

"If you see things, as you say, do you know who has my daughter?" Sam asked.

"I'm afraid I don't. I don't see distinct faces. I only saw your daughter's."

Sam snorted and turned back to the TV mounted on the wall.

"Mr. President..." Will began, "It's been four days and so far we haven't had any leads in the case."

"She's not a case. She's a person." Sam corrected. Ainsley saw the fury building up behind Sam's blue eyes and took his hand in hers. "And we're not stopping. There has to be something."

"The lab down in Quantico just called me." Josh said. "While you were unconscious, the bullet that hit you was sent down to the lab. It came back as the type of bullet used in a sniper rifle."

"Great." Sam muttered.

"The police turned up a make of the gun outside The Hilton. It was across the street in a dumpster. They ran a check on the serial number and it belongs to a Evan O'Malley. Mr. O'Malley is 27 and is from Raleigh, North Carolina. He moved up to DC two months ago though."

"Why wasn't I told about this?" Will asked.

"Because you're Secret Service." Josh replied. "Besides I specifically asked to be kept informed."

"I don't care if the gun belongs to Bozo the Clown. I want Gracie found." Sam said.

"They're doing all that they can."

"They don't have any suspects though."

"We will soon."

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

"Don't move!" Ainsley ordered, seeing Sam squirm in their bed. He had finally be released from the hospital a week later and Ainsley was determined to make him rest. Sam flinched and sunk back into his pillow.

"Honey, when I said I wanted to go home I didn't mean to be confined to a bed." he said. "I could've done that in the hospital."

Ainsley sighed and sat down near him.

"I know." she mumbled. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried."

"Ainse, I'm fine!" Sam exclaimed. She hung her head and Sam used his good arm to pull her towards him. "I'm sorry."

"No. I've been acting like a nudge." she said into his shoulder. "I just... I want Gracie home."

"I know honey I do too."

"And I just... I got scared, thinking I lost you and I don't want to lose you and I'm afraid you're going to like... disappear if you move."

Sam chuckled into Ainsley's hair as he kissed the top of her head.

"I'm not going anywhere." he murmured.

"I know but I just keep seeing you lying there." she mumbled. "And... there's been nothing on Gracie.."

"She's fine."

"We don't know that."

"You're right." Sam agreed, "but we can hope."

"I wish this never happened."

"Neither do I."

Ainsley shifted so she was sitting up and looked at Sam.

"You need anything?"

"I'm fine. You okay?"

"Yeah." Ainsley nodded. "I have to run down to my office for a while."

"Okay. Hand me the remote."

Ainsley gave him the remote and Sam grabbed her hand, pulling her down towards him.

"Everything is going to be fine." he murmured, kissing her softly.

"I just wish that there was something we could go on." Ainsley said. "I'll be back later."

Sam stayed silent as he watched her leave the room and turned the TV on. He didn't know what else to do than watch some football.

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

"Hey Allison." Ainsley greeted her assistant, who gave a small smile.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Seaborn. There's a pile of files on your desk and a Secret Service agent just brought this up." Allison held out a thin, white envelope, which Ainsley warily took. "It was scanned. It's just a letter."

"Thanks. I'll be in my office." Ainsley shut the door behind her and dropped down in the chair behind her desk. Who could this be from? She slid a sheet of paper out of the envelope and unfolded it.

This is taking way too long. I thought you would have figured out by now. Just keep making one mistake after another.

Ainsley was confused for a minute but her brain kept going back to 'one mistake after another.'

"Oh my God..." With the letter still in hand, Ainsley walked out of her office and headed for the Residence. On the way, she bumped into Josh, knocking them both over.

"Whoa, you okay?" Josh helped her off the floor and Ainsley stared at him.

"I just..."

"Ainsley?"

"I have to go to Sam." she mumbled. Josh stared after his friend as she disappeared down the hallway. What was that all about?

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

Sam jumped as the door opened and Ainsley walked in.

"You weren't gone too long." he observed.

"Sam..."

"Yeah?"

"I..." Ainsley bit her lip and handed over the letter. Sam frowned and reached over for his glasses. He read the letter a couple of times, the confusion mounting on his features.

"I don't get it..."

"Think." Ainsley muttered. Sam leaned back against his pillow, feeling a headache coming on.

"Ainse..."

"Sam, it's Ryan!" she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. "He..."

"Honey, we..."

"Don't say we don't know that because I know! That whole time during dinner, he did not care that he was insulting us or making us feel bad. He kept saying things about me making mistakes. This was addressed to me. This has nothing to do with you or someone not liking you! He was trying to get you out of the picture so he could have me!" Ainsley let out a whimper and sunk down onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. "I just... I don't understand..."

Sam was silent, then grabbed the phone.

"Yeah Josh, it's me... we need to talk."