"Gracie..." Ainsley opened the door and stepped into her daughter's room. "Honey, we need to talk."
"No."
"Gracie, don't act like this." Ainsley shut the door and sat down on Gracie's bed. She rolled over so her back was facing her mother, who sighed and rested a hand on her back. "Listen to me..."
"Why would you have another kid?"
"Gracie, this was not planned. You have to understand that. Once your father got elected into Congress, we saw how he wasn't there a lot and decided not to have anymore kids."
"Oh so let Gracie suffer not having a father." she snapped. "Don't worry about her. Let's worry about the kids that we won't have."
"Stop it."
"If he saw how he wasn't there, then why did he run for Governor? Why did he run for President? Why did he try and get reelected?"
"Your father thinks he can do everything. He thought he could handle being a politician and a father at the same time."
"Well he can't."
"He tries Gracie. You say that he doesn't care and he doesn't love you... if he didn't love you honey, he wouldn't be putting more agents on you to keep you safe. He wouldn't be beating himself up every night and be upset that you think he hates you. He thinks you hate him."
"I do!"
"No you don't. Gracie, you're mad at him for giving you more agents, I know. But you do love your father."
"You guys can't even handle me. How do you expect you raise another kid?" she asked.
"It's going to be hard but we'll manage. Don't you want a brother or sister?"
"Why? So... so I get shunted to the side?" Gracie choked out. Sam, who had been standing in the doorway, had had enough. He moved over to his daughter and pulled her into his arms. Gracie buried her face in his shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Ainsley felt tears fill her eyes as she watched the two of them, then quietly left the room. "I'm sorry Daddy."
"Shh..." Sam rubbed Gracie's back as she cried. She finally pulled away from him and Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks. "Gracie, you have no idea how much I love you and believe me when I say that just because me and Mommy are having another baby that you are not going to be shunted to the side."
"You don't even pay attention now."
"I'm gonna change that. I promise you that I am. Okay?"
Gracie nodded and Sam kissed her forehead.
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"All units are in position. Suspect is in sight."
"We move on three."
"Got it."
The FBI team watching Ryan's house quietly moved towards Ryan the front porch, trying to unlock the front door. The door swung open and Agent Peterson aimed his gun at the man.
"FBI! Freeze!"
Ryan froze and put his hands up.
"Turn around Greene." Peterson said, moving up the steps, still training his gun on Ryan. "Now!"
He turned around and Agent Truman shined a flashlight on Ryan and handcuffed him.
"Look, you got the wrong guy." he started.
"Shut up." Peterson holstered his gun and grabbed Ryan's other arm. "Jackson, bring the car around."
"Yes, sir."
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"Mr. President, Agent Peterson is here."
Sam looked up from his breakfast and nodded at the Secret Service agent. He exited the room and Sam shoveled a few more pieces of pancakes into his mouth before Peterson entered the room.
"Good morning Mr. President." he greeted.
"Morning Jonathan. You have news."
"Yes. We caught Greene early this morning."
"That's great! Good work. Where was he?"
"Trying to get into his house." Peterson replied as his cell phone rang. "Excuse me. Peterson. Mhmm... what? You're kidding... I can't believe this. Okay. Well don't let him go!"
He flipped his cell phone shut and clipped it back onto his waist.
"I take back everything that I just said, sir."
"Sorry?"
"It was not Ryan Greene that we caught this morning." Peterson said.
"Didn't you realize he didn't look like Greene?"
"That's the thing... it was his twin brother. We only found out now when we booked him. His prints came up as a Andrew Greene. He was arrested about ten years ago for drug possession."
"So Greene is still out there."
"Yes and I have to go interrogate Andrew."
"Go." Sam muttered, turning back to his breakfast.
"Good-bye sir." Peterson turned and smiled at Ainsley. "Good morning Mrs. Seaborn."
"Morning Agent Peterson." Ainsley sat down next to Sam and looked at him. "What did Peterson want?"
"You didn't tell me Ryan has a brother." Sam said quietly.
"Cause he doesn't."
"He does. He was caught trying to get into Ryan's house down in North Carolina. Peterson just found out that his prints do not match Ryan's. He is Andrew Greene, Ryan's identical twin."
"He doesn't have a brother Sam."
"Obviously he does Ainsley!" he exclaimed.
"Well then I didn't know about him." she said. "So... then Ryan is still out there."
"Yeah."
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"Where's your brother?"
"I don't know."
"Don't give me that shit. Where is he?"
"I honestly don't know. He called me and told me to go to his house." Andrew said. Peterson sighed and stood up. "Look, I'm not close with my brother. I grew up living with my mother in New York and he grew up with our father down in North Carolina. He only calls when he wants something."
"When he wants you to impersonate him. You do know he kidnapped the President's daughter right?"
Andrew nodded as he stared down at his feet.
"Look at me!" Peterson yelled.
"Yes I know he kidnapped her." Andrew said, looking up. "He's in love with Ainsley Seaborn. He always has been and he's not going to stop until he has her."
"If you tell me where he is, he'll stop."
"I don't know where he is for the millionth time!"
"Who does he know? Where does he hang out?"
"He's 43 years old! It's not like he's going club hopping!" Andrew exclaimed.
"Does he have a girlfriend? Fiancee? Wife?" Peterson asked.
"He's in love with the First Lady. He obsesses over the First Lady. You think he's got a significant other?"
"Well?"
"There is this girl. She's on and off. She's for when he's feeling lonely if you get what I mean."
"What's her name?"
"Emma... Emma Welles I think."
"Where does she live?"
"I don't know."
"Andrew.."
He sighed and rubbed his face his with cuffed hands.
"I think Ryan said something about going to Miami to see Emma. I don't know."
"Good work Andrew." Peterson left the room and headed to find Truman. "Ian!"
He turned and looked at his partner.
"Find Emma Welles in Miami. She may know where Greene is."