Gracie chewed on her lip as she laid in bed. She had been asleep, then woke up from a nightmare. Now she couldn't get back to sleep at all. She sighed and walked over to the window, staring out it for a minute. It was snowing pretty hard and she was glad. DC's rule was if there was over six inches of snow, no school and that went for public and private. Gracie glanced at her clock. It was 3:05 AM. Even if she didn't have school in the morning, she'd still be tired and everyone would notice. She sighed and shoved her feet into her blue fuzzy slippers, then opened her door quietly.

"You okay Gracie?"

She jumped about a foot in the air and then saw Alex sitting across the hallway.

"Uh... yeah. I just... I'm going to my parents." she said sheepishly.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just... yeah. I'm fine." Gracie headed down the hallway and the agent at Sam and Ainsley's door gave her a questioning look.

"Aren't you a little too old to be sleeping with your parents?" Dave joked. Gracie gave him a look and quietly entered the room. She slowly made her way over to the bed and peered at her parents in the dark. Ainsley was laying on her left side, one arm under her pillow. Sam was behind her, spooned up against her back, his arm draped over her waist. Gracie quietly crept to the other side of the bed and crawled in on Sam's other side.

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Sam rolled over and Gracie gave a yelp as his arm landed on her chest.

"What the hell? Gracie?" Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Honey, what are you doing in here?"

"Um..."

"What's going on?" Ainsley asked, slowly waking up. "Gracie, what's wrong?"

"Huh? N-nothing. I... I thought this was my room." she lied lamely. Sam raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Ainsley. "I..."

"How long have you been in here?"

"A few hours." Gracie mumbled. "I couldn't sleep."

"You went to bed at ten." Sam said.

"I... I know. I woke up at two and couldn't fall back asleep."

"Are you okay?" Ainsley asked worriedly. Gracie nodded and got out of the bed. "Are you sure?"

"Mom, I'm fine." she mumbled. "I'll see you guys later."

Gracie exited the room and Ainsley turned and looked at Sam.

"Something's going on with her."

"I know."

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As Gracie had predicted late last night, she had no school the next day. So she had locked herself up in her room, busying herself with various projects that were due over the next few days. The snow had gotten bad and a lot of the staff had been sent home or not come in at all, which meant Sam had stayed in the Residence all day. Gracie had seen him at breakfast and then retreated to her room. That had been four hours ago.

"Will you please talk to her?" Ainsley asked. Sam muttered something as he read a book. Ainsley was splayed out over the couch, her feet propped up in Sam's lap. "What?"

"I'm going to give her another hour." Sam repeated.

"No Sam. You don't... she needs to talk to someone."

"I'm not going to force her to talk to me... at least for another hour."

"Honey..."

"Sweetheart, when she's ready to talk, she will."

"Something is bothering her. I know it."

"Then you go talk to her."

"How about we both talk to her." Ainsley suggested, swinging her legs off the couch as she sat up. Sam sighed and closed his book with a snap. They headed down the hallway to Gracie's bedroom and Ainsley opened the door quietly. Gracie looked up and gave her a small smile.

"Hi."

"Hey. Can we come in?"

"Yeah." Gracie nodded, saving her report. "What's going on?"

"I think we should be asking you that." Sam said softly. "What's going on? You haven't slept with us since you were like... five."

"Why would something be going on?"

"You know, we've been parents long enough to know when our daughter is lying to us." Ainsley said. Gracie sighed and shrugged.

"I dunno. It was just a weird dream I had and I didn't like being alone." she muttered.

"What was it about?" Sam asked.

"I don't remember."

"How convenient."

"I'm serious!" Gracie snapped, making Sam's eyes widen.

"I was kidding. Take it easy."

"I'm sorry. It wasn't a big deal."

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Ainsley rolled over in bed that night to wrap her arm around Sam but found herself wrapping an arm around Gracie instead. She opened one eye tiredly and found Sam watching her, occasionally glancing down at their daughter.

"When did she come in here?" Ainsley whispered. Sam gave a half a shrug.

"I was called down to the Situation Room and when I got back she was in here asleep." he whispered back.

"This is a big deal Sam. Something's wrong."

"I know. I have an idea."

"Let's hope it works."

"Oh it will."

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"I'm leaving." Gracie yawned, grabbing a muffin off the table.

"Hey, when you get back from school come see me." Sam said.

"Why?"

"I just want you to come see me."

"Okay." Gracie headed for the door and turned on her heel. Sam looked up from the Sports section and stared at her. "I'm not in trouble am I?"

"No."

"You're not giving me any more agents?"

"No."

"I'll be there at 2:30."

"Fantastic. I didn't know I had to make an appointment to see my own daughter."

"Amazing. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

Ainsley smiled at Gracie as they passed in the hallway, then entered the dining room.

"Morning."

"Hey."

"So?"

"She's coming."

"Good. What time?"

"2:30."

"I'll be there."

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"Hey Bridget." Gracie greeted.

"Hi Gracie. You can go right in."

"Thanks." Gracie headed into the Oval Office and froze in the doorway, seeing her parents and a distinguished looking man sitting there. "Well you tricked me."

"I had my reasons." Sam said. "Come in. Close the door. Sit down. Put your feet up."

"Why are you talking like I haven't been in this room a million times?"

"Trying to make you feel comfortable."

"I am comfortable."

"Then why do you look like you're about to bolt out the door at any second?"

"I'm not." Gracie mumbled.

"Honey, sit down." Ainsley said. Gracie sighed and sat down on one of the couches. She stared down at her skirt, biting on her nails as she felt everyone's eyes on her.

"You called him because of the past few nights." she said.

"Yes. You're worrying us." Sam said. "Will you talk to Dr. Friedman?"

"I'm not crazy!"

"Sweetie, I didn't say that NOR do I think it. I just... I, that is your mother,"

"Sam!" Ainsley exclaimed, giving him a look.

"Your mother and I just think that you should talk to Dr. Friedman about what's going on."

"Nothing is going on." Gracie said stubbornly.

"Grace," Sam started, a warning tone in his voice.

"Do you know what people are going to think when they hear I'm talking to a therapist?"

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"No one is going to know what's going on in the next hour besides the four of us."

"Hour? Come on!"

"Humor me."

"Nothing is going on. End of story."

"No, not end of story. Because if nothing was going on then you would not have ended up in our bed two nights in a row."

"Fine! I'm cracking up! I'm losing my mind! It has not bugged me since September but now that all this stuff about Ryan is coming up, everything has flooded back to me and it's scaring the crap out of me. I've been having nightmares and have been running to hide in my parents' bed like a little baby. Is that what you all wanted to hear?"