Sam looked up from his breakfast as he heard a loud bang, which was quickly followed by an 'oh ow that hurt.' Gracie stumbled into the dining room, a hand moving cautiously in front of her.

"Hangover?" Sam joked.

"I can't find my contacts."

"Where are your glasses?"

"I don't know." Gracie winced as she hit into a chair.

"You do realize without contacts or glasses you're blind right?"

"No I'm slamming into things for the fun of it."

"Okay I was just checking." Sam said, watching Gracie finally sit down. He hid a smile as she grabbed the ketchup and began to douse her pancakes in it. "Uh... honey, that's the uh ketchup."

"Aw come on!" Gracie tossed the ketchup aside and stared at the blurry table. "Dad, can you help me out a bit?"

"Sure..." Sam began to reach across the table when Gracie flung a hand out.

"I don't trust you."

"What?"

"I'm vulnerable and you're cruel. You'll give me the jelly or something not syrup."

"That's a horrible thing to say Gracie."

"But it's true."

"No."

"What's going on?" Ainsley asked, entering the room.

"I'm blind and Daddy's not helping."

"I was giving her the syrup and she says she doesn't trust me." Sam said.

"What do you mean you are blind?"

"I can't find my contacts or my glasses."

"Your glasses are in our room and your contacts are in your bathroom."

"No they're not. I checked the bathroom."

"Did you check everywhere?"

"If I check everywhere I'll fall down a flight of a stairs and kill myself. I can't see two inches in front of me." Gracie said.

"How she ended up with the worst eyesight in the world is beyond me." Sam said.

"I guess I should thank the Seaborn genes."

"My eyesight isn't as bad as yours."

"It's going."

"Hey!"

"Can you two stop being immature for one minute and get ready?" Ainsley asked.

"What time is it?" Sam asked.

"Time to get a watch." Gracie replied, walking into the doorframe. "Ow!"

"That's what you get for mocking me."

"Grow up Sam." Ainsley called over her shoulder as she led Gracie from the room.

"I am." he mumbled, standing up.

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Ryan looked around his surroundings. There were snipers on most of the buildings surrounding the Capitol. This wasn't impossible. He could go through with it. He just had to stay out of their view. One quick shot and it was all over. One quick shot and everything would be fine again. He'd have Ainsley again. He didn't care what Emma said. She didn't know what his plan was. She didn't know how he planned to escape the clutches of the Secret Service. They weren't as good as they looked. Ryan knew that. They had their flaws. They wouldn't know what hit Sam Seaborn.

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Glancing at his watch, Ryan grew restless. He had been in the same spot for two hours. He wanted to get there before anyone realized he was there. A crowd had formed, ready to watch the inauguration. Only a few more minutes and Sam would arrive, with Ainsley behind him. Gracie would be there as well but Ryan could care less about her right now. He'd worry about her later. Ryan let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead. This could've been over months ago. He should've taken the shot months ago, not send some kid to do the job.

"Keep cool..." he muttered. 'Think of Ainsley.' Ryan calmed down slightly. Yeah, think of Ainsley. Think of how, once Sam's gone, she'll come crawling back to her mother and you'll be there to take her back. Then Emma's words invaded his mind. "You're crazy Ryan. You honestly are. Just let it go. It doesn't matter if you kill the President. She's the First Lady for God's sake. You don't think every Secret Service agent, every FBI agent won't be looking for her if you just take her away?" "You idiot! You kill him, you're going to jail. Not even, they'll shoot you down on the spot. They know what you're up to and they know you're the most likely suspect."

There was a loud applause and Ryan jolted out of his thoughts to see the First Family had arrived, with Josh, Donna, and their kids behind them. Ryan's lips curled up into a smile, realizing the time had finally come. Making sure he was still in the shadows, Ryan grasped the rifle that was at his side. He decided to give them a little time before causing some chaos. He watched for a minute, before Sam was about to be sworn in. Ryan raised the rifle and eyed Sam through the scope. As he was about to squeeze the trigger, Ainsley moved in front of Sam. Ryan, shocked by Ainsley's movement, missed hitting her by inches.

"Son of a bitch." he hissed. He watched as the Secret Service rushed towards the Seaborns and the Lymans, getting them out of harms way. The crowd was in an uproar and the majority of the agents had their guns out, trying to find out where the shot came from. A few of the agents were covering Sam but Ryan aimed at the back of Sam's head, or at least what he could see of it. By the time he had a clear shot of Sam, the agents had pushed him out of the way and Ryan cursed, the shot going off but hitting a wall. By this time, Peterson saw Ryan in the window and raised his gun.

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"Are you okay?" Sam had a panicked tone in his voice as he looked over Ainsley. They were in the limo, rushing back to the White House.

"I'm fine."

"You're not hurt?"

"No. Are you okay?"

"Yes. Don't worry about me." Sam turned and looked at Gracie. "Come here,"

She moved out of her seat and over to where her parents sat.

"Are you okay?"

"I... I think." Gracie muttered. "I hit my head when Alex pushed me down. I'm fine though."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Josh?"

"The Vice President and his family are in the limo behind us." Jack Rowland said. "They're fine. No one's hurt."

His cell phone rang and he flipped it open.

"Rowland... mhmm... okay. Good work." he shut it and looked at Sam. "They got him."

"Ryan?"

"Yes. He was in a building near the Capitol and was the one shooting at you. Agent Peterson found him."

"Did he..."

"He shot him."

"Is he alive?" Ainsley asked. Jack shook his head no.