A/N: Okay, This is like where the story gets really exciting for me. Many of you will hate it, and love it at the same time. This story will not have the resolution most people want. But this is a total soap opera effect that goes in this story.

Some of you think Mac may have been a little aloof... but think of the stages of Grief for a moment... She is in total denial

Also… I have been reading other stories in the category… and I have been scooped on many things that I was planning to do in this story, so don't think I am copying any of you by writing about it I have been planing this for months... while I was writing By natural Selection. Such as Pregnancy (the big one), or Divorce, or Birthdays. You guys are just quicker at getting to the point than I am… this story is going to be really long, lasting until just after the elections. A lot could happen in about a year and a half.

Enjoy this chapter if you dare,

S. K.

Caught With His Pants Down

"Well that was productive," Jim said as he and Mac walked out of a cabinet meeting.

"I don't understand why so many grown people can be such babies." Mac responded. The meeting had accomplished nothing. She needed to find a way to have a productive conversation with her staff.

"Have you eaten?" Jim asked as they came to a crossroads between the lunchroom and the Oval.

Mac looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was already three forty five. "Nah you go ahead, I'll just have a big snack with Amy at four." Mac said "Listen it's Saturday, why don't you take off early."

"I just have a few more things to take care of and I'll go, have a good night." Jim said heading towards his office.

"I'll be in Rod's office for a bit if you need anything," Mac said waving a goodbye.

Mac walked on to Rod's office. She had been watching him and Michelle closely for the past week. She recognized the signs of their intimacy, but there was no concrete proof that there was anything going on, except one eyewitness that didn't want to be one. She walked into the outer office and noticed Nora Woodruff, Rod's chief of staff, pacing angrily. "Woah! You'll wear a whole in the carpet." Mac stated.

Nora stopped and turned wide eyes on Mac. "Madame President!" She said shocked, "I- what brings you here? Is Amy not at the office for her appointment?"

"She's got ten minutes to get there Nora, Is Rod in?" Mac said sensing the cover up.

"He is in with the press aide," Nora aid with a scowl, "said he was working on some campaign things."

"Oh really?" Mac stated flatly, "Nora... I know you dislike whom you are working with. How would you like a reassignment?"

"Ma'am?" Nora said panicking.

"Relax, You can be Mom's Chief of staff," Mac said seeing Nora relax, "Do you have a key to his office?"

With a smirk of realization, Nora handed the President her keys. "Thank you," Norah said, "I'll go talk to Mrs. Allen."

"See to it that all of Mr. Calloway's things are moved to the furthest room from the residence," Mac ordered as she turned the keys in her hand.

"Yes ma'am," Nora said and high tailed it out of there.

Mac took a few steadying breaths and walked to the door, placing her ear near the door. She could hear muffled sounds, none were words that she could distinguish and they definitely had a rhythm. Mac closed her eyes and placed the key in the lock as silently as possible.

It felt so good to have the power for a change. Mac always had the upper hand over him. She held all the cards. The only thing she ever gave him was a seat at the head of their table. That thrill fell flat with him eventually. Even his position as strategic planner was just a gimme. No real power except that he had her ear, but Mac had a mind of her own and she knew how to use it.

With Michelle there was total submission. He bent her to his will he felt like a man. It wasn't like he didn't love Mac. Because she did excite him, but she made him feel like nothing but a chump that she used whenever she had time for him.

At this thought his excitement grew and he moved harder against his mistress, which got a reaction from Michelle. "Yes, tell me how this feels baby." He whispered.

"Rod, Rod, Rod, Oh god." Michelle said. He looked up at her face and she looked horrified.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked pausing a moment, having forgotten where he was.

"You're busted," He heard from behind him.

"Mac," He whispered as he quickly pulled out of his partner.

"I will be expecting both your resignations by the close of business on Monday. Mac said with a calm that she wasn't feeling. "I want you out of my residence by the time I get up there tonight."

The two just sat there in a total shock, as the president headed out of the office.

Mac walked back to the Oval, her frayed nerves getting the better of her. She could not sit down with Amy; she would have to stay still long enough for that. When she got there, she smiled at the little girl "Hi baby." Mac said.

"Hi mommy," Amy said, "I heard you haven't eaten so I got you a big salad for snack."

"Good choice baby, but I'm not hungry, How about we go play a game of Tennis?" Mac asked.

"Yeah! I thought you forgot." Amy said.

"What? No way, Lets go get changed I am done for the day anyway." Mac said taking the little girl's hand.

"Cool." Amy said following her mother out of the Oval.

"Vince I'm done for the day, how's my Sunday?" Mac asked stopping by her special assistant's desk.

"Only a conference call with the governor of California." Vince answered.

"Can you reschedule that for Monday?" Mac asked, "That way no one has to work tomorrow, including me."

"Will do Ma'am" He said and got to it.

"Good night Vince," Mac said and headed to residence with her youngest child. "Go on get dressed baby, I'll be done in a Jiffy." Mac said ushering her daughter into the residence then coming back to the secret service guard posted at the door. "Make sure the First Gentleman stays away from residence. He is to stay at least fifty yards away from me. Got that?"

"Yes ma'am." The guard responded, If he thought that this request was absurd he didn't show it he just stood stoically at his post.

She went into her room, pretending not to notice the maids picking through her husband's things and packing them in boxes. She dressed in her tennis gear and headed out to the living room. "Where are they going with all of daddy's stuff?" Amy asked as they walked towards the Gym.

"Dad is going to be living in a different room for a while," Mac answered.

"Why?" Amy asked.

"We had a little fight, it's no big deal." Mac said as they entered the indoor tennis courts. "You ready?"

Amy smiled; She had been doing this for a year, and was a natural athlete like her mother. She was very good and her coach said he would start entering her in tournaments soon. "I bet I'd win."

"I bet you would too," Mac said having seen her play. "My serve."

Amy giggled and they began. They had a pleasant afternoon, making Mac almost forget her misery. Almost.