Sam quietly entered his bedroom and sat down at the edge of his bed. He glanced behind him to Ainsley and saw she was asleep.

"I was wondering if you'd ever come to bed." she mumbled.

"Yeah well I did." Sam muttered, pulling his shirt over his head. Ainsley moved out from under the blanket and sat behind Sam, resting her chin on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I didn't mean to get you angry before."

"You did."

"I know but I didn't mean to. I just want you to do what's right and right now you're not in the right mind frame to be negotiating with other leaders or making speeches or campaigning or... or... or whatever else it is that you do."

"I acted like a bastard before. It's not your fault. I just... I just want her back Ainse."

"I know you do Sam. I do too but... we can't do anything. We have to wait to hear something. We can't just jump to conclusions."

"I know."

"Come to bed. Get some sleep."

Sam nodded and sighed.

"How long is this gonna go on?"

"Until we find her."

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

"Morning Mr. President," the Secret Service agent greeted as he opened the door to the Oval Office.

"Morning Jimmy," Sam stepped into his office and stared at Josh, asleep at the desk. "Wake up!"

"Five more minutes." Josh mumbled.

"I feel bad for Donna. Or the alarm clock. Whichever one wakes you up first." Sam said. "Josh, seriously wake up."

"Sam, seriously I need five more minutes."

"Right..." he mumbled slowly. "Okay then,"

Sam pressed a hand against his chair and tipped it over, sending Josh sprawling over the floor.

"Ow."

"Has there been any news?"

"Feds finished with O'Malley. He refuses to tell us anything besides he was the one that shot you."

"What about Gracie?"

"We don't know where she is yet."

"Okay."

"You okay?" Josh asked. Sam shook his head. "Yeah stupid question, I realize. We'll find her Sam. It's gonna be okay."

"Yeah. I've heard. CJ was talking to Amanda..."

"Who?"

"The new Press Secretary."

"What happened to Veronica?" Sam asked.

"You fired her two months ago."

"Oh. Yeah and?"

"She says that the press is wondering when you're going to address the country."

"I don't know. I'm not worrying about that. Yet, at least." Sam said. "I just wanted to check in. I'm going back to the residence. Keep me posted."

"Yeah. Of course. Take it easy Sam."

"I'm trying."

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

"I'm bored."

"Shut up."

"I'm bored."

"Shut up."

Gracie sighed and started tapping her fingers against the table. Ryan gritted his teeth and stared at the teenager.

"Stop it."

"I'm bored. Look, are you going to wait until the end of time for my mother to realize you have me or are you going to do something daring?"

"Your mother knows. She's a smart woman." Ryan grabbed his ringing cell phone and answered it. "Yeah."

"They fought last night."

"Really? Any progress?"

"They made up. Honestly, I don't think they have real fights."

"I have to get her away from him."

"I don't think this is going to work out. I mean you took their daughter from them. They're going to turn towards each other for help. They're married Ryan. They love each other."

"She doesn't love him."

"Whatever you say. How long are you going to wait? It's been a week and a half."

"Keep coming up with things. I have an idea."

"Really?"

"Yes."

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

"Stacey Shepard's office."

"Hi. This is Eric Reynolds. I'd like to speak with Ms. Shepard."

"Just a moment please."

"Thank you."

Ryan smiled at Gracie as he waited for Stacey to come on the line.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Shepard, I'm Eric Reynolds. I've read your articles on the President and First Lady."

"Ah yes... They drew in a lot of attention."

"I have something I think you might like."

"Really?"

"I have a picture of the President that is... well... he's with someone who isn't his wife."

Stacey stopped doodling on a notebook.

"Is the picture legit?"

"Took it myself."

"Are you sure it's President Seaborn?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Drop it by my office."

"Uh... I'm afraid I'm out of town right now but can I mail it to you?"

"As soon as you can Mr. Reynolds."

"You'll see it shortly. Thank you Ms. Shepard." Ryan hung the phone up and smiled to himself. This was going to be good.

"What are you planning on doing? My father has never been with anyone besides my mother."

Ryan snickered and looked at Gracie.

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"About your dad and the hooker."

"You're lying."

"Well I'm not surprised that they didn't tell you. It's quite embarrassing. Actually... your mother doesn't even know I think."

"You're going to try and split them up." Gracie said flatly.

"You're smarter than you look."

"They're not going to fall for it."

"Not after they see the picture Stacey Shepard will be posting in the newspaper soon." Ryan said.

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

Two days later...

"Hey," Sam leaned down and kissed Ainsley quickly. She smiled and kissed him back, then pulled away and went back to eating breakfast.

"Mr. President?"

Sam looked up and saw Anna, his personal aide, standing in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Agent Denton is here to see you."

"Thanks Anna. Send her in."

"Sam, it's eight in the morning." Ainsley said.

"She asked to see me." he shrugged. "Anna, grab a newspaper too!"

"Honey, I was thinking..."

"What?" Sam looked up at Ainsley, who bit her lip nervously.

"What if I call Ryan?"

"No."

"Sam, it'll be easier than the FBI trying to catch him."

"Ainsley, no. Then he's going to want to see you and I know you and you'll go see him and then not only am I going to be trying to find Gracie, I'll be having to find you too." he said as Alex walked into the room.

"Thank you for seeing me Mr. President." Alex said. "Good morning Mrs. Seaborn."

"Morning Alex." Ainsley smiled.

"What did you want to talk about Alex?" Sam asked.

"I'm quitting the Secret Service."

"Why?"

Anna quietly walked into the room and handed the newspaper to Ainsley, who accepted it.

"I haven't done my job right." Alex said.

"Alex, this wasn't your fault." Sam said.

"I feel that it was and I've decided that this isn't for me."

"Stay on for a few more days... at least until Gracie comes back. Right Ainse?"

When she didn't respond, Sam turned and looked at her,

"Right honey?"

"Alex, can you give us a few minutes alone?" Ainsley asked quietly, her eyes glued to the newspaper.

"Yes ma'am." Alex left the room and Sam stared at Ainsley in confusion.

"What's going on?"

"I don't really know where to begin." Ainsley mumbled.

"You can start by showing me what's in the paper."

Ainsley handed Sam the paper and he got even more confused.

"Don't give me that look." she said.

"I don't even know where this came from."

"Who is she?"

Sam stared at the picture of himself hugging a brunette and then he paled.

"We need to talk."

"No shit we need to talk!"