Gracie spied Sam through the windows and exited the Roosevelt Room.

"Thank God!"

"Why are you in there?" Sam asked.

"Amanda had a press briefing but I think she was lying."

"Why didn't she get a staffer to sit with them?"

"I was the closest one and then CJ said sitting with them will help me develop good people skills." Gracie rolled her eyes.

"Oh. Okay. I have to talk to you later so come by the Oval Office around four."

"What did I do?"

"Nothing. We just need to talk." Sam replied.

"Okay."

"Alright. I'll see you later. Thanks for sitting with them."

"They're quiet yet on the annoying side."

"Sounds like you."

"Hey!"

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

"Mr. President, your daughter is here." Bridget said. Sam nodded as he sighed a paper, then put it in a folder. Gracie walked in and flopped down on the couch.

"So what's up?" she asked. Sam tossed his glasses down and moved over to sit by Gracie. "Dad?"

"Ryan was spotted by the house down in North Carolina."

"So?"

"As a precaution..."

"No... Dad, you said no more agents."

"Can I talk?"

"No! You..."

"I know what I said honey but I need you to be protected."

"The Secret Service should worry about you getting shot." Gracie snapped. "I don't know why you would up my protection! I never go anywhere. I go to school, a private school at that, where nothing ever happens. You never let me out! I go to school then I'm cooped up in the Residence for the rest of the day!"

"First off, they are worried about me getting shot. It wasn't their idea to up your protection. It was mine. You scare the shit out of me Grace. I don't need you getting kidnapped or shot at or any of those other horrifying situations that come to mind!"

"Yeah I'm sure you really care! All you care about is being President!" Gracie jumped off the couch and slammed the door to the portico open. It narrowly missed the agent placed outside and Sam stood up.

"Don't you dare shut that door. Now get back in here."

"Try me."

"Grace..."

"If you need me just look for the big flock of agents. I'll be in the middle of them, worrying about getting shot or kidnapped." Gracie let the door shut and headed towards the Residence. Sam cursed loudly and there was a knock on the door.

"What!"

"Mr. President, Toby has part of the Inauguration speech ready. He said you asked to see it." Bridget said quietly.

"Tell him to come back in a few minutes." Sam muttered. Bridget nodded and closed the door quietly.

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

Ainsley watched Sam and Gracie at dinner, wondering why they were both so quiet. Finally she realized Sam must have told their daughter about her protection getting upped.

"Did you finish your project?"

Gracie stabbed a piece of chicken with her fork and looked up.

"Yeah." she mumbled.

"What project?" Sam asked after Ainsley gave him a kick in the leg.

"Nothing that would interest you."

Sam dropped his fork and looked across the table to Gracie.

"Listen to me," he started but Ainsley kicked him again. "Stop kicking me."

"I'm done." Gracie said, standing up.

"Sit down," Sam ordered.

"You can go." Ainsley said. Gracie pushed her chair out and headed towards her bedroom. "What did you do?"

"Why does everyone always blame me?"

"Because you always do something."

"I told her I was upping her protection and then she freaked out on me."

"How did you tell her?"

"I said as a precaution... and she realized and started yelling like I was murdering her or something."

"Sam, she's fifteen."

"You don't want her safe?"

"I want her safe but I don't want her guarded like she's Fort Knox or something. She's just a kid Sam."

"I realize that," he started but Ainsley cut him off.

"She wants to be with her friends."

"I realize that and she's acting like I'm locking her in a dungeon. I'm not saying she can never see the light of day again. I just want more agents with her."

"Sam, again, she's fifteen. Anything that happens that she doesn't like is like the end of the world to her. Go talk to her."

"She won't let me talk. She... she says I care more about the Presidency than her."

"She's a teenager Sam. Don't take what she says to heart. Just go talk to her."

"In the morning."

"You wonder why you two yell at each other so much." Ainsley muttered, shoving food into her mouth.