Once they were on Air Force One, Gracie headed off by herself and Ainsley went after her. Sam headed to his office and closed the door behind him. He sat down at his desk, tapping a pen for a minute. He finally grabbed the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's..."

"Well Mr. President!"

"Very funny Abbey."

"What's going on?"

"I was wondering if Jed had a minute."

"Hold on a minute. You ever going to call me not on business with Jed? I miss Ainsley and Gracie you know."

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"It's rather important Abbey but yes I will call you from time to time."

"I'll go get him."

There was silence and then Sam heard the all too familiar voice.

"Mr. President, what can I do for you?"

"Don't call me that. It's weird."

"You've been president for almost five years sir."

"I'm used to calling you 'Mr. President' and 'sir'."

Jed gave a hearty laugh and let out a sigh.

"What's going on Sam?"

"How did you do it?"

"Run a country?"

"Be there for your family." Sam replied, doodling on the paper in front of him.

"Is everything okay with Ainsley and Gracie?" Jed asked.

"Everything is fine with Ainsley. It's Gracie. She's just... ever since I got reelected she's been acting horribly."

"She could be having after affects of the kidnapping."

"No. She's... she's rebellious and snappy. She's saying I hate her and am never around. I don't know if it's her teenager side coming out or she has a problem with me still be president. I think it's a little of both, mostly me being president. And I just... I don't know what to do."

"Well I can't solve that Sam."

"No but you've raised a teenager during your terms as president."

"If you could call Zoey a teenager."

"Either way, they're all the same."

"I tried designated time for Zoey but she was in college when I was president so she had a busy schedule too."

"Great."

"Sam, being president is your job but it's not permanent. Gracie and Ainsley are."

"Yeah, I know but I have to do a good job running the country."

"And you are. You've made me very proud Sam."

"Thank you."

"So besides your raging teenager, what else is going on?"

"We're heading back from Italy. I'm actually on Air Force One right now."

"Was it nice?"

"Yeah until I found the article showing Gracie running around Rome with some kid."

"Things like that happen. How's Ainsley?"

"She's good. We're... we're having another baby."

"Don't tell Abbey." Jed warned jokingly, making both of them laugh. "That's good Sam. I'm happy for you. Congratulations."

"Thanks."

They talked for a while more before Sam let out a yawn and Jed immediately told him they would talk later and hung the phone up.

"Hey,"

Sam looked up and saw Ainsley close the door quietly.

"Hi."

"So what did she have to say?"

Ainsley rolled her eyes and ignored Sam's question.

"You were on the phone with Jed?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Ainse, answer my question."

"You two need to work this out. There is some miscommunication going on between you two and I'm not getting into the middle of it. I told you that the last time you guys had a blow-out like this."

"But I don't know what the matter is! It's like every little thing I do she gets pissed at!"

"Honey, that's because you blow every little thing out of proportion. You should not have yelled at her for being with that kid. She did nothing wrong. She was with her agents and was not doing anything illegal. She just met up with her boyfriend."

"Did you know about him?"

"No. Sam, she's not five anymore. She's fifteen. I think that's what this is most about with you. You think she's still a little kid. She's a sophomore in high school."

"I know."

"Sometimes I wonder. I know she has to have agents but you need to be a little more lenient and give her some more space. Sam, the press know not to bug her so that's not a problem."

"Yeah? How did those pictures get in the paper?"

"That's different. They were Italian reporters and they did not know to not watch her. We live the USA, where the reporters know there will be trouble if they go by Gracie." Ainsley said. Sam sighed and tossed his glasses down. "Sweetheart, I know you want her safe. I do too but she's not going to..."

"...to get kidnapped in a public place?"

Ainsley looked away from Sam and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

"We cannot keep her locked up until she's an adult. Go talk to her."

"Oh yeah... last time you told me to do that, look what happened."

"You guys were always so close. Whatever this is, you need to solve."

"She's mad that I got reelected." Sam said quietly.

"It's that and a whole lot of other things Sam. Just go talk to her."

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

Sam quietly entered the small room Gracie had confined herself in and gave a sigh of relief, seeing her asleep, her head resting against a window. He smiled slightly and quietly moved her so she was laying down. Gracie mumbled something but stayed asleep. Sam placed a pillow under her head and pulled a blanket over her. Bending down, Sam pressed his lips against Gracie's forehead and stood up straight again. He didn't care what it took, he was going to make things right again.